#hide your ip

[friendshapedplant]

These vpn sponsorships gotta stop I watched a youtuber imply they can prevent malware and viruses from infecting ur PC

[marithlizard]

Oh _lovely_. Everyone go turn this off:

Enhanced Visual Search in Photos allows you to search for photos using landmarks or points of interest. Your device privately matches places in your photos to a global index Apple maintains on our servers. We apply homomorphic encryption and differential privacy, and use an OHTTP relay that hides [your] IP address. This prevents Apple from learning about the information in your photos. You can turn off Enhanced Visual Search at any time on your iOS or iPadOS device by going to Settings > Apps > Photos. On Mac, open Photos and go to Settings > General.

[somecunttookmyurl]

yeah yeah sampling bias whatever but what i'm interested in is how @staff is purporting to know the numbers. it's not like you tick a box when you sign up

going based on the content you post/engage with is... literally just guessing. twitter thought i was straight and facebook thinks i'm a lesbian despite being in a relationship with a man. it's a guess and not a very good one.

were the bots excluded from those numbers? what about inactive blogs

etc etc etc

With @staff 's recent post saying 1/4 of this site is LGBTQ going around, I'd like to see what the actual demographic is

So!

Please reblog for bigger sample size!

[trainsinanime]

I've seen a number of people worried and concerned about this language on Ao3s current "agree to these terms of service" page. The short version is:

Don't worry. This isn't anything bad. Checking that box just means you forgive them for being US American.

Long version: This text makes perfect sense if you're familiar with the issues around GDPR and in particular the uncertainty about Privacy Shield and SCCs after Schrems II. But I suspect most people aren't, so let's get into it, with the caveat that this is a Eurocentric (and in particular EU centric) view of this.

The basic outline is that Europeans in the EU have a right to privacy under the EU's General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR), an EU directive (let's simplify things and call it an EU law) that regulates how various entities, including companies and the government, may acquire, store and process data about you.

The list of what counts as data about you is enormous. It includes things like your name and birthday, but also your email address, your computers IP address, user names, whatever. If an advertiser could want it, it's on the list.

The general rule is that they can't, unless you give explicit permission, or it's for one of a number of enumerated reasons (not all of which are as clear as would be desirable, but that's another topic). You have a right to request a copy of the data, you have a right to force them to delete their data and so on. It's not quite on the level of constitutional rights, but it is a pretty big deal.

In contrast, the US, home of most of the world's internet companies, has no such right at a federal level. If someone has your data, it is fundamentally theirs. American police, FBI, CIA and so on also have far more rights to request your data than the ones in Europe.

So how can an American website provide services to persons in the EU? Well… Honestly, there's an argument to be made that they can't.

US websites can promise in their terms and conditions that they will keep your data as safe as a European site would. In fact, they have to, unless they start specifically excluding Europeans. The EU even provides Standard Contract Clauses (SCCs) that they can use for this.

However, e.g. Facebook's T&Cs can't bind the US government. Facebook can't promise that it'll keep your data as secure as it is in the EU even if they wanted to (which they absolutely don't), because the US government can get to it easily, and EU citizens can't even sue the US government over it.

Despite the importance that US companies have in Europe, this is not a theoretical concern at all. There have been two successive international agreements between the US and the EU about this, and both were struck down by the EU court as being in violation of EU law, in the Schrems I and Schrems II decisions (named after Max Schrems, an Austrian privacy activist who sued in both cases).

A third international agreement is currently being prepared, and in the meantime the previous agreement (known as "Privacy Shield") remains tentatively in place. The problem is that the US government does not want to offer EU citizens equivalent protection as they have under EU law; they don't even want to offer US citizens these protections. They just love spying on foreigners too much. The previous agreements tried to hide that under flowery language, but couldn't actually solve it. It's unclear and in my opinion unlikely that they'll manage to get a version that survives judicial review this time. Max Schrems is waiting.

So what is a site like Ao3 to do? They're arguably not part of the problem, Max Schrems keeps suing Meta, not the OTW, but they are subject to the rules because they process stuff like your email address.

Their solution is this checkbox. You agree that they can process your data even though they're in the US, and they can't guarantee you that the US government won't spy on you in ways that would be illegal for the government of e.g. Belgium. Is that legal under EU law? …probably as legal as fan fiction in general, I suppose, which is to say let's hope nobody sues to try and find out.

But what's important is that nothing changed, just the language. Ao3 has always stored your user name and email address on servers in the US, subject to whatever the FBI, CIA, NSA and FRA may want to do it. They're just making it more clear now.

[orlissa]

You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium

Oh dear.

Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.

Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number--deleted the fandom specific elements--, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)

BUT

Fandoms are built on a social contract that says we respect each others work, the effort people put into their art. We don't steal or disrespect the work of our peers. By feeding people's fanworks to AI you both steal and disprect it, and we need to make people realize that before it's too late--before fandom falls apart, because there will be no more real, actual fanworks.

Disrepectfully,

Orlissa

(i can't believe I have to say this)

[ms-demeanor]

thoughts on using library computers to disguise your digital footprint? because if the machine gets wiped when you log out, and the library doesn't keep detailed records of what machine you were using when, then all someone else would have is IP data unconnected to a person and also mixed in with whatever else folks were doing on the library computers

The machine absolutely does not get wiped when you log out and there's very little chance that a library computer will let you fire up Tor. You're better off using a traffic anonymizer than you are trying to use public computers to cover your tracks. The IP address IS the big risk here.

Libraries are generally really good about protecting their patrons' privacy and I respect the hell out of them for that but computers log everything that you do and can be subpoenaed as evidence even if the library wants to protect user privacy.

Also, I love libraries but you should treat every public computer you come across like it has a keylogger installed on it because it might. Your city could have an overzealous city council that has more control than it should over the library board and has taken it upon themselves to add covenanteyes to the library computers. Your library crew could be fantastic but less tech-savvy than is ideal and may not realize it if malware is installed on one of the machines. The library may clear browser history twice a day but the ISP still has a record of where you went and what time you went there. Somebody could have literally plugged a keylogger into a USB port on the back of the machine.

The point of a traffic anonymizer is it hides where the traffic originated; each node knows where the previous hop came from and where the next hop went, but not what came BEFORE the previous hop or what happened after, or how long the chain was, so there is no way to tell if a message originated in the US or Brazil or Vietnam or Sweden. Sending traffic from a library does the opposite of this, and very clearly says "the person who sent this message did so from this geographic area; they sent messages from these five libraries so we know they're probably within X distance of these libraries" which is a hell of a lot easier to look for than "I can't even say what continent these messages originated from."

Let us say that you go to a library to log in to your protonmail account and email a journalist a link to a file that you've saved in cryptpad. You have the link written down so you don't have to go to a secondary site and you just go sit down directly at the computer and log in to protonmail and fire off your email to the journalist. The email is encrypted, so you know the contents of the email are safe. Let's say the browser history gets automatically wiped every time you close it, and you close it as soon as you stand up and walk away. Here's the incriminating information that generated:

IP address where you accessed your protonmail account

Your protonmail email address, the journalist's address, the time you sent the email, the subject line of the email

And here are the people who can be subpoenaed to share some or all of that information with the government:

The Library's ISP

The Library, who may not carefully track users but who do have event logs on the computers and traffic logs on the firewall

Protonmail

IF you only ever logged in to your protonmail account from that ISP one time, and if you've never logged in to your protonmail account anywhere that is close to your house or your job, you may be fine. But if you logged in to your protonmail on your personal cellphone at work so that you could send photos of documents to yourself, there's some data tying that account to a local IP address. If you set up the protonmail account on a whim at a coffee shop, there's some data tying that account to a local IP address. If you get an email back from the journalist and go to another local library to open it, there's some data tying that account to another local IP address.

And that gets narrowed down very quickly. "Who has access to these sensitive and leak-worthy documents through working at this entity who also lives within a 100 mile radius of these three login locations? Is it 50 people? Is it 5 people? Of the 15 people who have access to these sensitive and leak-worthy documents who work at this entity and live within 100 miles of the three login locations, who is likely to be doing the leaking? Do we fire them all? Do we interview them? Do we compare IP addresses that they've used to log in to work remotely and find that two of them have logged in at the coffee shop? Of those two, one has facebook selfies in a maga hat and the other has a less visible online presence. Let's check their traffic history. Did they check tumblr on a lunch break? Maybe once or twice? Maybe a few times? Sure seems like they are pretty dead-set against the administration. Let's double-check the access logs for this information. Let's review security footage. Let's install the monitoring on their workstation."

The thing is, they're not going to catch you leaking and then track down all the data you left behind to confirm it; they're going to see a leak and get a bunch of digital footprints and use that to narrow down suspect pools. They already know that access to the data is limited and will be reviewing prior access and carefully monitoring future access. You are already in their suspect pool by already being one of the people with known access to the data. Adding an IP address that is geographically close to you, even if it isn't your home IP address, to that is not going to make it *harder* to find you, it can only make it easier.

So just use Tor. You're safer using an anonymizer, which you likely can't do on a library computer. Create the leak email address when you're in a Tor browser, and only EVER access that email account from Tor.

Also I don't mean to jump on you about this, but between the post I've got about why you shouldn't use your work computer to torrent and the safer leaking practices post it's clear that people really don't understand what information they're leaving behind when they use computers and the internet, or how it can be a risk to them.

Accessing burner accounts from a clear IP address means that they're not burner accounts anymore, they're burned.

[superconductivebean]

anon, children are found in the cabbage fields, but you were clearly found in a landfill—how else to explain your wee little tantrum about the lack of control over matty's creative autonomy?

If I can be honest, your pictures aren't that good, like everyone is saying. Your quality is not fantastic, and your pictures always look the same. Nobody wants to speak it out because you have many people following you, so I'll tell it to you now. Many people are talking behind your back. Don't feel yourself, girl. There are better creators out there. Peace out. ✌️

I sat on this response for last night and rest assured, this will be the last time I reply to something like this unless I feel like I need to. Anons will be staying off for the foreseeable future and that's my boundary.

"Your quality isn't fantastic and your pictures look the same." I'm not quite sure why you expect a 17-year-old girl to have a top of the line PC, that's dumb lol.

"Nobody wants to speak out about it because you have so many people following you." Yeah, and you're hiding behind an anon and don't want to speak up either. No power to you there at all.

"Many people are talking behind your back." Okay, keep yapping. It's very sad and a little weird that you think talking about a teenager online is something to be proud of.

"Don't feel yourself, girl." Too bad, I'm gonna do it harder.

"There are better creators out there." I do agree with that point, actually lol.

"Peace out." Yeah buh-bye, cuz you're getting blocked.

In all seriousness, I'd never thought I'd see the day when people continually tell children & teens to stop creating and to stop doing what they love. You must be genuinely unhappy with yourself to do something like that. Creativity is the thing we need in the world right now and you're discouraging it.

Thank you to those who support me & again, anons are staying off. Have a lovely day.

[smolcinnroll]

Threads

Trying it out but honestly? I think it might actually stick ngl. Its more than likely cuz its owned by Instagram and a lot more brands that are already on twt will be on there and give insta more profit me thinks. Plus if you don't want threads you can fr just not download it so thats good!!!

Okay edit:

Zuck gotta work on threads cuz it shows random accs 😭 it did just come out tho so

[requiem-for-a-raisin]

Victor - The Abstinent Beast Devours Love Story Event

*Fan translation for funsies! IP owned by Cybird, translations are my own and may be inaccurate. 18+ MDNI. See About page for more info.*

:readmore:

Since I started dating Victor, I've been facing a problem.

Neema

"Oh, Vic… tor..."

The quiet room echoed with the sound of our breaths and bodies. His long hair hung down like a canopy, hiding only me. I clutched at him desperately, squinting at the beads of sweat that fell from my eyes.

Victor

"Neema."

Neema

"Ahh!"

The moment he dug deep inside me, my mind went blank.

(This is definitely a serious problem...)

Neema

"Victor, I need to talk to you."

I reluctantly got up and sat on the bed, the ache between my legs still lingering. My voice was hoarse, and every muscle in my body was screaming in pain.

Victor

“What is it?"

He sat up and looked at me with a gentle gaze.

Neema

"No sex for a while!!"

A problem I faced after starting a relationship with Victor.

The reason was that my nights with him were so good that I lost my stamina, and by the time it was over I was exhausted and unable to move.

(After he had made me cum so many times, I thought I had reached my limit, and then the real thing started.)

After most of my strength had been taken, I finally took his heat.

Victor

"・・・・・・・・・"

(I understand Victor's thinking, though...)

Given our size difference, I need to be well prepared to accept his heat. I know that he is so careful to prepare me because he cares for me more than anything, but even so…

Neema

“I don't have the stamina ・・・・・!'

This was two weeks ago.

Victor

"Well then Neema, good night."

Neema

“Yes, good night."

We get into bed and I fall asleep in his arms.

Victor was keeping his promise again today, and I was both relieved and in agony over it.

(I've never seen him not do it for two whole weeks・・・・・・)

The look on his face when I had issued the prohibition was the very essence of despair.　

Although he understood the reason, I felt so sorry for him when I saw how sad and dejected he looked. I secretly started training and working hard to build up my physical strength and improve my stamina.

(I'm slowly but surely getting stronger, so it should be okay.)

I feel like I won't be able to bear it if we don't do it any more, so I rubbed my cheek against his chest.

Neema

"Um, Victor."

Victor

"Hmm?"

His eyelashes flutter, and his beautiful jewel eyes catch my gaze.

Neema

"Well, today..."

Victor gently strokes my head.

Victor

"Don't worry, I won't do it today either."

Neema

"Huh?"

Victor

"I was so happy that the woman I loved had finally fallen for me, and I got carried away."

Victor

"I didn't think about the burden it would cause you... I'm so sorry."

Neema

"It's my fault, Victor."

Victor

"No, it's my fault. I'm sorry, Neema."

I want to feel the joy of being with the person I love forever, just like you.

Neema

"Victor."

Victor

"Huh?... Hmmm."

I gather up my courage and steal his lips.

Victor blinks in surprise.

Neema

“I've been training for the past two weeks.”

Neema

"I'm sure I've gotten stronger than before, but..."

Before I can finish, my lips are taken away by him, and I am intoxicated by the deepest kiss I’ve had in a long time.

Just as my head started to get fuzzy, Victor let go of my lips, got up, and grabbed both of my legs.

Victor

"Let me tell you something you are misunderstanding.”

Neema

"Eh, ahhh?"

He pushed my underwear aside and brought his face closer in between my legs.

Victor

“It's not really an elaborate preparation for me to make you cum until you are a mess."　

Victor

“I have been pushing you because your face when you cum is so cute, and I always want to see it more.”

I was grabbed with such force that I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. The tip of his tongue finally poked at my sensitive bud.

Victor

"I haven't seen you for two weeks, so I think I'll make you melt more than usual today."

The next day he devotedly cared for me, as I was unable to get out of bed.

His face was glazed and shining with joy as he smiled happily at me.

—

Not me screaming and kicking my feet translating this, I can’t believe the elusive Victor is secretly a Roger in disguise. Took me way too long to understand the “problem” here, but I finally get it 😳. Thank you Cybird, I’m so happy old man Victor is finally free to be a horn dog 🙏.

[marifilue]

i loved “i gotcha darlin’”!! how about anything similar? i just love comfort with logan! maybe he accidentally hurts reader and she knows but is still shaken up? rly ip to u tho!! <3

Fractured

Wordcount: 2.2k

Pairing: DOFP Logan Howlett x GN!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Comfort, angst, established relationship, kisses n lil fluff.

Oneshot: During a mission, your comms went out and you got separated from Logan. When he finally found you, relief overwhelmed him and he might've just held you a little too tightly.

A/N: Thank you for the request dearest anon! This took longer than I expected because I overthink of best scenario for Logan in this situation. Also I get too excited since this was my first request work omg omg. Hope you'll enjoy this <33 Pls feel free to send me more request.

“You’re staring,” you said, not even bothering to look up from your book.

“Can’t help it. You look suspiciously well-behaved.” Logan shrugs from his spot across the room, arms crossed over his chest like always.

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing. “Maybe I’m evolving.”

“Into what? A damn saint?”

You snort, tossing a pillow his way, which he easily dodges with a grin. “Jerk.”

He walks over, slow and smug, plucks the book from your hands like it’s nothing “You’ve been quiet.”

You lift a brow. “That bothers you?”

“Only when it’s you,” he says. “Usually means something’s stewin'.”

You huff, pretending to look away. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the peace.”

“Sure,” he says, stroking your hair. “That why you sighed seven times in the last two minutes?”

“Wow. You counted?”

“Didn’t have to. You got that specific kinda sigh when you’re tryin’ not to feel stuff.”

You glare at him, snatching your book back from his hand. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Right here’s fine.”

He sits next to you on the couch, close enough that your knees touch. And when you don’t pull away, he rest his palm comfortably on top of your thighs. He doesn’t hide the way he looks at you—like he’s trying to read something between the lines of your silence.

You try to keep it casual. “You ever think maybe I’m just boring today?”

“Not a damn chance,” he says, his voice low. “Even your quiet’s got teeth.”

You laugh, a soft, real one, and it slips something loose in your chest.

He leans in to press a kiss on your lips, slow and easy. No pressure. Just warmth and patience, the kind you never got used to having.

He rests his forehead against yours, warm breath brushing against your skin. “Whatever’s crawlin’ around in that head of yours... I’ll be here to squash it.”

The way he says it, like it’s simple. Like it’s obvious.

Because love is supposed to feel that way, safe. That’s what fictional books tell you. That’s what you eventually start to believe, that love is a sanctuary.

You press your lips together, steadying the sudden flutter in your chest. “You know I don’t need saving, right?”

Logan doesn’t move away. “Didn’t say you did. Just means I’ll be there if somethin’ tries to bite.”

You roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betray you with a soft smile. “That include tonight’s mission?”

He grunts. “Especially tonight’s mission.”

You lean back just enough to meet his eyes. “You still think it's a setup?”

“Somethin’s off about it,” he mutters, his fingers giving a subtle squeeze to your thigh. “Recon without backup in a town full of anti-mutant chatter? Charles sayin’ it’s low-risk when it reeks of bait?”

“Maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s just noise.”

He gives you a look that says you know better than that.

You sigh. “Yeah, I know. I’ve got your six.”

“You always do.” His voice softens again. “But this time, don’t play hero.”

You scoff. “I’m not the reckless one.”

He raises a brow, looking entirely unconvinced.

“…Okay, fine. I’m slightly the reckless one.”

“Darlin’, you’re the reason I get grey hairs.”

You chucked softly and leaned in, pressed a kiss to his cheek playfully, but sincere.

“You’d still follow me into hell, though.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair, toying with it gently. Those little clusters of grey at his temples suited him more than they should’ve.

He smiles, low and crooked. “Yeah. And I’d drag your stubborn ass back out.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “You say that like it’s a chore.”

He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “Nah. You’re the only kind of trouble I’d sign up for twice.”

That earns a soft laugh out of you, flustered. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, quick and teasing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm, and you’re blushing,” he says, clearly pleased with himself.

You shove at his chest, half-laughing, half-hiding behind your hand. “Shut up.”

But he just kissed you again, slower this time. And it’s unfair, really, how easy he makes it feel. Like love doesn’t have to be complicated.

You melt a little against him, breath catching when his hand cups your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek.

“I love you,” he says it in a breath, like it’s second nature.

You freeze for a second—only a second—but it’s enough for him to catch it, to see the color shoot up your neck like it always does.

He grins, cocky and soft. “You make that face every time. Drives me nuts.”

You laugh, flustered as hell. “I love you too, Lo.”

He strokes your cheek, eyes darker now. “Say it again.”

Before you can, his mouth is on yours again—hungrier this time. No teasing, no holding back. Just him and you and the heat between every breath you take.

You’d been gone too long.

Forty-seven minutes since your comms cut out. Forty-seven minutes of silence in his ear, static in his chest, and no sign of you in the wreckage.

Logan had torn through two floors already, left a trail of bodies and ripped steel behind him. He wasn’t thinking—just moving. Fast. Focused. Dangerous. That dangerous, primal part of him clawing closer to the surface the longer he didn’t hear your voice.

“Where the fuck are you…” he muttered, storming into another corridor, scanning every inch.

You weren’t supposed to be separated this long. The building had caved in halfway through the op—explosives too early, their team scattered. Your last words were “I’m fine, I’m just gonna—” and then nothing. Just silence.

His claws ached. His jaw locked.

Then he found you, leaning onto a wall behind you, holding your side in pain, catching your breath—covered in dust and blood and breathing too rapidly.

Relief knocked the wind out of him.

“There you are,” he rasped.

You were so relieved at the sight of him after the shit show you just went through—getting ambushed by a bunch of armed forces twice your size, now dropped on the floor with their fancy tools.

“Logan!” you exclaimed his name in relief.

“Are you okay?” He paced faster toward you, and you just nodded breathless. He was on you in seconds—slightly bending his posture to reach your height then lifting your feet's off the ground, hauling you close, arms wrapping tight around your frame, clutching you like something precious that almost slipped through his fingers.

He buried his face in your hair. He was breathing too hard.

“Jesus. You scared the hell outta me.”

He didn’t notice the way your body stiffened at first, not until a soft gasp escaped you—a sharp one, cut off like you tried to swallow it.

He pulled back just slightly, putting your feet back on the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. I’m okay.”

But you weren’t. He could feel your heartbeat going haywire, feel the tension in your muscles. And when you moved, just barely, the way your breath caught—he knew.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” His voice was low, torn between panic and guilt.

You tried to smile, barely.

“No, it’s just—I took a hit from something earlier. It’s not you.”

But you were shaking. He could see the way you were favoring your side, holding it like it might fall apart if you didn’t.

He realized it then. In his desperation to hold you, he'd hugged you too tight. And something shifted in your rib.

"Can I?" he asked, bringing his delicate fingers to your ribs, more careful this time. You nodded. He traced each rib carefully, one by one, until he found it—the one that made you flinch painfully. He pulled his fingers back immediately.

"Shit... one of your rib snapped. I can feel it.”" Logan muttered.

"Yeah," you rasped. "I can tell."

You blinked. It felt like your lungs were filled with wet cement, every breath grinding against something sharp inside you.

He stepped closer. "Darlin’, I’m sorry—fuck, I didn’t mean to—"

"It’s not you, Lo," you cut in automatically, even though… maybe it was. You didn’t want it to be.

Your body already ached all over, hands still trembling from the fight, but it wasn’t until he touched you, until his arms wrapped around you, offering that comfort you always craved then it shambles within second.

Maybe the rib was already fractured before he hugged you. Maybe it wasn’t. Who fucking knows. All you knew was that now, every breath came with the kind of pain that made you grit your teeth so hard, you swore they’d shatter.

"C'mon let's get outta here" Logan moved toward you again, like he wanted to fix something. You sidestepped him.

"I’m fine. I can walk." You didn’t wait for him to argue. You gripped your side and pushed forward, each step stiff, each breath shallower than the last.

He was stunned at first. You could feel him watching you. That look peeled your back without you turning.

"You’re limping," he said, quiet but firm.

"It’s nothing."

He caught up to you in two strides, his hand brushing your arm. You flinched.

And that was it.

His hand froze mid-air. His eyes locked on yours, not angry—wounded. Neither of you said anything for a beat.

"What just happened?" his voice dropped, low and rough.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You didn’t even know how to explain it. How could you? That it wasn’t the pain, not really. It was the idea of him, capable of hurting you. Even by accident. Even just once.

You shook your head, as if trying to shake it off.

"I don't know, okay? Everything just fucking hurts right now. Do me a favor and stop making it worse."

Logan stepped closer, slower this time, hands raised like he was approaching something wild and bleeding. "I apologize, please... I'm sorry" he said, quieter now.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." he managed an eye contact.

You swallowed, looking away. "I know." And you did. But the knowing didn’t undo the feeling.

He reached out again, slower this time, letting his hand settle gently at your shoulder.

"Please, Logan, just... stop it. I'm fine..." Your voice cracked slightly as your eyes started to sting. You stepped away, making his arm drop to his side again.

"Don't do this. You're in pain. I won't just stand here and watch." he said, pleading, his eyes growing with worry.

Your silence clung to the air like smoke. Heavy. Suffocating.

You hated how he looked at you—like he was trying to hold you together with his eyes alone. Like he’d failed you. And maybe, just maybe, you hated that some part of you agreed.

“I can’t fix it if you won’t let me.” he said, barely above a whisper.

“It’s not something you fix, Logan. It just... happened.”

“I happened,” he said, didn’t even sound angry nor upset. Just... tired. Regret pouring out of him like a slow bleed.

“I held you too tight. I should’ve known better.”

You turned away, not because you wanted to, but because if you looked at him for one more second, the tears would win. And you were already so damn close to crumbling.

He stood there for a long beat, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to breathe.

“I love you. That doesn’t come with promises I won’t screw up. But it does mean I’m not going anywhere.” he stepped closer, as if not allowing you to slip through his finger, ever.

“I’m scared,” you murmured watching him stepping closer but this time, you stopped stepping back. “Not of you. Just... of what that moment meant. Of how easy it was.”

“I get it, sweetheart. I forgot what I’m capable of. Forgot how easy it is for me to break things… even the ones I care about most.”

Then, slowly, your body gave in—not all at once, just enough to lean back an inch. Enough for him to understand you weren’t pushing anymore.

But this time, he didn’t pull you into his arms. He didn’t dare.

Instead, his hand came up carefully, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. His fingers trembled just slightly as they rested against your cheek, his thumb stroking softly beneath your eye, right where the tears had started to fall.

He didn’t say anything. He just watched you with that look you hated and needed all at once—like you were breakable, and he was furious with himself for proving it true.

You blinked, and a tear slid down. He caught it with his thumb.

Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, warm and lingering. Holding you so gently.

A second kiss followed at your temple, softer, and something in your chest cracked open at the tenderness of it.

He didn’t make the pain disappear—not literally, at least. Your body still ached with every passing second. But if there’s one thing he did manage, it was to make you feel safe. Loved. He made damn sure you never felt anything less.

He didn’t give up on you. He never does. Not when you messed up, not even when he messed up, like now. He let you in, let you hear what was going on inside of his heart and head. And he showed it—with his words, with his touch, with everything he had to give.

And that—that was the kind of love fiction never quite got right. Because it wasn’t grand or perfect or poetic. It was patient. Steady and real.

And it was yours.

[sluttyminghao]

How do you think seventeen would react if another member walked in on them having sex with their s/o (f reader) who’s riding them in reverse cowgirl?

immediately pulls you off, hides you under a blanket: seungcheol, joshua, jihoon, mingyu, minghao - they're way too protective of you for them to let you be exposed to anyone walking in and seeing your naked body. whoever walked in would immediately get yelled at or death stared at until they left.

stares at whoever walks in, gestures for them to take a seat and enjoy: junhui, wonwoo, vernon, chan - they'd notice and take it as an opportunity to expand both of your horizons, including letting people watch you fuck and at some point, letting them join as well to spice it ip

wouldn't even notice, too lost in the sauce: jeonghan, soonyoung, seokmin, seungkwan - they probably are so lost in watching you bounce and feel you squeeze around their cock they wouldn't even notice someone had walked in, at least until you point it out later or whoever walked in comes up to apologize

[cherrribun]

may i request the first years with a merperson!reader? doesn't have to be yuu. i just want to see fishy interactions.

TWST First years x Merperson!Reader

literally at work while writing this prompt out lol. i love fish so much, i actually use to run a twt acct dedicated to daily fish facts!! this was a silly write, enjoy!

Characters: first years (again no ortho😭)

TWS: none!

a/n: im sorry if i mischaracterized you, reader. tried shaking it ip a little qq

Ace Trappola

-ace, seven bless his heart, is so stupid

-he literally has zero inkling of a clue that you are any kind of merfolk at all

-he thinks youre simply strange, and to be fair, most merfolk are on land

-the way you suspiciously eye sushi or honestly any kind of regular lander food makes him question whether or not hes being poisoned

-he once saw you slipping out of the dorms to take a well needed break in some water, and watched you down a potion and slip right on into what you really look like

-yeah he gasped super loud and blew his cover immediately

-a nice little stare off ensued, in absolute silence

-after a second of silence he very loudly goes “oh my cod-GOD, i thought you were just like weird.”

-now this can go one of two ways

-if you laugh and let him have the biggest sigh of relief that you arent mad, he basically runs up to you. Hands on his knees looking at you like a dad inspecting car damage

-he's immediately inquiring about what its like, can he touch you, how are you breathing, do you like the tweels (theres a correct answer)

-he's absolutely geeked if you let him touch your tail, but freaks out and pulls away when he feels your slime coat

-and people say chivalry is dead

-if you continue to stare at him, he starts begging for forgiveness

-lol he's literally on his knees pleading for you to spare him. pleading for your “merm–MERCY!”

-give the guy a break, hes new to this

Deuce Spade

-deuce is physically immune to having a bad opinion

-because of how based he is, he loves your merperson-ness (??)

-you probably didn't try hiding it, i mean, this is. nrc. how would that do you any good

-and if you casually bring it up in conversation, deuce is definitely curious

-but because hes so strict on being a gentleman, he doesn't pry. its rude to do so!

-lord ace could take a page outta this kids book

-but he doesn't act like he doesn't know youre a merperson

-deuce is very considerate about it

-he refrains from eating fish infront of you, doesn't comment on when you’re grumbling about dumb lander rules

- you definitely pick up on this

-and you open up on your own terms, letting him gather information here and there about what kind of aquatic being you are, what your home grove is like, how dehydrated you are at all times

-he keeps a little notebook about all the people around him, and trust, youve got a bajillion pages dedicated to you alone

-he gets the hots for you the first time he sees you interact with other merfolk

-you seemed so natural with them, and far more relaxed. a huge smile on at all time while you made the cutest trilling noises, like you were deep under the blue

-yeah, hes making you the best possible bouquet of roses personally painted red and the coral you told him about from your home grove. what a sweetie

Jack Howl

-you bet your top dollar that when jack gets a crush on you, hes suddenly very interested in swimming

-he would ask you to join him for early morning swim sessions, encouraging you to join him for “one on one training”

-yeah yeah, he just wants to be with you

-hes got a mean face, but a heart of gold, everyone knows this

-after the dogman sees your absolutely intense swimming capacity, he begs you to join other sports

-if you accept, you have your own personal body guard 24/7

-if you dont, well damn, guess hes stickin to the water

-when you're on land, meandering about the savannaclaw dorms, let it be known jacks the first to ask you (dumbly) if its safe for you to be in the sun

-himbo jack who cheered

-after a laugh and reassurance you’re definitely okay, he lowkey still doesn't believe you

-congrats, he now constantly gives you water bottles and whatever food you like

-kelp? seaweed? sea grapes? dulse? hes got you covered

-if you're not very fond of landers, jacks got two big listening ears for your disposal

-though he may find complaints of ‘strange’ traditions a bit….conflicting

-what do you mean you dont understand the loosey goosey lander courting traditions? you're making your wolf bf sad, dont do that

Epel Felmeir

-lol epel is actually terrified

-the guy didnt even know you, and just so happened to make the mistake of walking too close to the shore of the island when he saw the biggest fishy eyes sticking out of the top of the water

-hes running for his life after that

-should he encounter you after the fact while on land, you snicker, asking him about strange beings in the ocean

-yeah he picked up on what you were putting down, he steered clear of you for a good while

-sucks that youre in his flight class, and alchemy class

-you keep teasing him about it until hes close to throwing fists about it (comment on his height and youre a goner)

-ensue vil threatening to kick him from the dorm so on and so forth till he begrudgingly agrees to ignore you

-but word gets around that he got in some shit for it, now you feel bad you jerk (ur not a jerk, reader, im just ur god rn)

-so you apologized to him in traditional merfolk fashion, with the best food you can make and plenty of pearls and shells in a nice little basket

-hes inclined to give you a chance when he sees the pearls, hes a big fan of them despite his insecurities

-it takes a long time for him to become your friend, let alone more, but with enough jewelry and even helping him with class (cheating), he starts to like you!

Sebek Zigvolt

-oh hes delighted to be with someone he views on the exact same level as him

-sebek being half human and half fae feels to be in a bit of an awkward spot between his fantastical heritage and his more mundae blood

-you’re just like him!!

-albeit a bit more aquatic

-outside of your aquatic self, sebek doesn't like water much. lilia enjoys taunting him for this fact, teasing the poor boy to hell and back while he stares at you with googoo eyes from the shore

-however, sebek adores watching you swim about, when not servicing maellus, he actively asks you to swim for him

-you're just so mesmerizing!

-he on a very rare occasion would join you, but not any sort of often. when he does though, he likes to test his endurance for swimming

-give him a run for his money, he’ll never admit it, but he loves the challenge, especially from someone deemed worthy

-when on land, you can find yourself being gifted stones

-pretty uncanny, huh?

-sebeks got a high loving for any non humans, and if you’re in the octavinelle dormitory, youve got a brand new regular in the lounge

-dont you dare tell anyone the mushy way he hands you each stone, looking aside, arm fully infront of him while he drops it into your palm with a little “this reminds me of you” (little is relative, this boy SHOUTS)

-stones turn to shells though,and if you gift him the large stones and shells you find under the water? hes got a curio cabinet full of each one on careful display

[bloodied-blossom]

What if you're actually just a stupid serial killer?

1.9k Words; Ronin x Reader

Killer Chat! Fanfic

Basically, what if mc was a serial killer who was one slip away from getting arrested (They're not good at hiding the fact they're a killer)

`don’t be so obvious smh`

`You’re Gonna Get Caught`

EXE | file.exe

`ReceivedKey:k!llrch8t_b00t.mango`

`here Ya go there’s your Key`

`Whenever you’re Ready`

You stared at the incoming message and thought about it. Shit you were being obvious, but maybe it could be played off? You groaned, wanting to delete your post.. But that would make you look suspicious. So, you left it up and reread the messages you received. Who was this? Was this an ip grabber? Maybe law enforcement? Whatever it was, why not test your luck with it. Because clicking random links that strangers send you is definitely something you should always do without a second thought. When you clicked it, a tab opened up asking for your key. You remember the message also had this specific key for you to enter, and so you typed it up. After you finished typing, an app opened itself on your computer..

SLAUGHTERHOUSE_LOSERS_v.4.4.4.mango

What the hell. You were taken to a server with very few people. What exactly was this for? People who had the answers for the questions you were asking? Or idiotic people who just need more people to talk to. Whatever the case was, you would sit it out and see what was happening. As you were having your debate, you received a message.

`<goreboy> [00:01]`

`welcome the Newly Christened @\user`

`<hitmeuppp> [00:01]`

`AAA omg omg!! Welcome to helllllll`

`<LUCA_IS_SO_COOL> [00:01]

`WELCOME WELCOME HIIIIII`

`<felicite> [00:01]`

`Nice to meet you!`

`<Angelic> [00:01]`

`Hi there! Glad to have another one with us ♥️`

`<goreboy> [00:01]`

`make Sure to take a Peek at #rules`

`there is Barely Anything but You Never Know`

Okay what the hell was going on? You didn’t expect most to be online, let alone greet you. What was this server? Slaughterhouse was a strange name for it, who were these people? All these questions circled in your mind.. And then you turned your attention back to the server.. You should probably start becoming active if you want more intel on it. You checked out a couple channels, including rules. It was literally only two messages and both were short.. One was a response to the first.. Something stood out to you though, the first sentence of the first message. ‘Be a serial killer.’ Either these people were a bunch of roleplayers, or they were like you. And you needed an answer fast. You did something any logical person would do.. And ask the most important question…….

` <user> [00:02]`

`So… what serial killer are you? @\goreboy`

`<goreboy> [00:02]`

`I’m on the News if you Must Know`

The news? There are a number of murderers you’ve seen on the news and idolized.. The Butcher being your favorite.. But there was no way this random person would be them.. Right?

..

It was worth a shot.

`<user> [00:02]`

`That means you’re…`

`you’re the Butcher?’

`<goreboy> [00:02]`

`ding ding Ding`

Your heart started racing. Your idol.. Your literal idol was talking to you! He had to be the one who invited you to the server! But how could you be sure that it was him? Would he confirm it? Give you proof? More and more questions flooded your mind as did your excitement. You couldn’t leave the server now, not with the chance this was actually The Butcher you were talking to.

`it’s Uninspired but Alas`

`that’s the Price Paid for Letting the Media Name you`

`<Angelic> [00:03]`

`Like you’d choose a cooler name`

`<goreboy> [00:03]`

`Well`

`mine would At Least be Devil Related`

`You'd think they’d Get That from the Satanic Circles that i Curl the Bodies into.`

Your smile widened. It was him alright. Through some digging, you were able to snag photos of his murders, and the media never discussed the state of the bodies after a good while. Curled up and distorted in a sinister way.. Oh you had to stay on this server. But you didn’t want to just give all your information away at once. You were going to play it safe and silent, stay as mysterious as possible. This would allow for some leeway, you could be whoever you wanted to be here.

------

It had been a while, and you were genuinely enjoying the server.. You were.. More awkward than most of them, confused and wanting to say the right thing but it always sounded strange. You could tell a few thought that as well, but had not commented on it… except for Ronin . He had been the thorn in your side that would not stop prodding and poking and urging you to reveal who you are. You didn’t comply, threatening him all the while. Who did he think you were? Would you have to admit to who you actually are soon enough? This whole persona you’ve put on to hide your identity was going to come crashing down.. They wouldn’t judge you, why keep it up. You were conflicted. You were already sure they were serial killers now, you were all the same. So why was it so hard to come out with the truth?

Is it because you think they’d call you a liar? Hunt you down and murder you for hiding the truth? Lose trust in you? It could be a number of things that you didn’t want to experience. This was a dangerous game you were willing to play. Besides all that confusing, conflicting shit, you’ve been having a good time. You’ve been flirty with The Butcher , playing into his hands knowingly. It was nice. He seemed weirdly into the fact you’d want him, want to date him. That you would place your aorta, as he put it, right into his hands. It was thrilling, exciting even. You were playing with the devil , you were playing his game. And you could not be more happy with how it was turning out.

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`<goreboy> [19:43]`

`come on Darlin’`

`i’m waiting on That Proof`

`<user> [19:43]`

`The devil’s an eager one, isn’t he.`

`It’s almost adorable.`

`<goreboy> [19:44]`

`can You blame me?`

`you refuse to tell me about yourself, so mean.`

`you refuse to Give me proof of your crimes.`

`Just give me a name darlin’ and I could Look you up.`

`<user> [19:44]`

`Why do you want to know my killer name so badly?`

`<goreboy> [19:44]`

`i thought I made it obvious that i don’t Exactly trust you.`

`come now, my divine darlin’. just tell me.`

He’s pushy, really pushy. But in honesty, you couldn’t blame him. You should have been honest from the start.. But why doesn’t he believe you? You talk like a serial killer, though that's stereotypical, you’ve talked about your past murders, and even your planned future ones! Why does he need to know specifically which you are? Why is it so important?

What if he’s in love~ and wants to track you down? Or maybe hunt you down to kill you off. Whichever it was, both filled you with excitement. Maybe you should finally admit to him who you are.. Maybe then you’d be able to romance him without the faulty sense of trust you both share. You stare at the chat bar, wondering how to admit it.. Before you begin typing. You spilled your guts to him, thankfully not literally. Told him everything.. You even provided photo evidence of who you were.

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Ronin’s smile contorted into a twisted one, he thought you were some stupid writer who got themselves into a situation they couldn’t escape. You were.. Stupid, really stupid with your methods. You acted strangely in the server, off put by any conversation about murders and what not.. But he could see it all now, it all finally clicked. You were acting that way to stay mysterious, to not show your true self. He felt himself falling in love in a strange, sick way. You were so much more than he thought you to be. He was in love with his divine experiment, his twisted little angel. He was in love with you, but he wasn’t going to let you know that easily.

`<goreboy> [19:47]`

`oh the truth. The sweet, enticing truth.`

`And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.`

`John 8:32`

He leaned back in his chair, his smile never really fading. He was enticed by your true nature and wondered how you would react in the server from here on out. You were playing his game nicely, you were even a deranged serial killer like him, or at least a serial killer. Twisted thoughts filled his head, all the things you two could do together.. All the people you could hurt and kill.. He’d be your little shoulder devil, urging you to be his little corrupt angel. It was perfect. You were perfect. The perfect victim for his little fantasy.

`<goreboy> [19:47]`

`this is making Me more and More excited for the day we meet.`

`keep your eyes peeled, sweetheart.`

`once I get my hands on you, i won’t Let You Leave`

He watched as you reacted hurriedly, confused and questioning what he would do, if he would tell the others, but he didn’t respond at all. He only watched you spiral in your private channel while chuckling. You really were cute, something of his most disgusting dreams. He stood, taking off his beanie and stepping to his dresser. He needed his iconic little outfit. He was getting impatient waiting to get to you, he wanted to be with you already. He needed to be with you. It was driving him insane really.

He laid his outfit out, grabbing his pocket knife and placing it right on top. If you changed your mind, if you didn’t want him like he knew you did, he’d give you the chance to end it all. His smile fell slightly, sad thoughts trying to wiggle their way back to the front of his mind. He pushed them down quickly. He wanted to replace those shitty memories, those shitty fucking feelings with these new ones. He wanted new memories with you. The one he loved in the present.

He left you with one final message.

`<goreboy> [20:01]`

`one more month, my angel`

`you can figure out who I am by then`

`can’t you?`

By the time you could go to respond, get mad at him for not answering your other questions, he had already logged off and started getting dressed for bed. He finished changing rather quickly, tugging at his hair and chuckling quietly. You were going to be the death of him. He fell onto his bed, a hand holding the shirt he had on right above his heart. It was racing. His face was flushed. He was becoming manic. Thoughts of you, your pretty face, your stupid hair. Your dumb voice. All of it flooded his mind. One month. That’s as long as he needed to wait. He’d keep toying with you from then, hoping you’d grow irritated and angry. Hoping you’d want to kill him all while wanting to kiss him like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to drive you fucking crazy, he wanted to see you go mad. He was excited to see you break under his hold.

“Oh darling.. You’re driving me insane.”

[megumiluvv]

One day, Choso is confused when you cancel watching Yuji with no explanation. Usually, there’s a long apology and reasoning, usually a last-minute scheduling issue, but today? Radio silence. After getting his uncle over to watch Yuji, Choso walks next door to check on you, knowing he’ll be late to his nth part-time job.

When you don’t answer the door, he uses the spare key you gave him, and he calls for you. Still, no response.

He gets to your room to see you passed out on your bed, phone in hand with a half-typed explanation to him, and blankets twisting with your legs. Choso picks up your phone, reading the half-typed text with multiple spelling errors, able to make out “ghreq ip” and “um so sprty”, knowing it probably means “threw up” and “I’m so sorry”.

The dark-haired male frowns and shuts off your phone, putting it on the charger and onto your nightstand. He then shuts off your lamps and fixes your blanket. Choso then goes to your kitchen and calls into work, claiming he’s sick and can’t make it to work. He then starts to cook your favorite soup.

You wake up to the smell of food, the feeling of dread instantly occurs, thinking you accidentally cooked something while delirious after throwing up. You scramble out of bed and hurry into the kitchen and find none other than your neighbor cooking soup for you.

“Choso?” You mumble, sleepy and confused, throat hoarse from your earlier vomiting.

“Go back to bed,” he mumbles, not even turning to look at you as he continues to cook. “Actually, try the soup, does it need anything?”

He carefully blows on the spoon to cool the broth and then brings it to your lips. You taste the soup and nod.

“Good.” Is all you manage to say as you watch him cook. It never gets old. Watching how docile and domestic he can be while looking so imposing and menacing.

He lays you back in bed despite your protests, and leaves the room. He quickly returns with a bowl of soup and sits in front of you.

“Here, open up.”

“Nooo, go work, I’ll get you sick,” you mumble.

“Don’t care, open up, I already said I’m not working today.”

“Fiiine…”

He carefully cools each bite of soup for you and spoon feeds you. Choso smiles at your tired, sickly expression.

“Yuji’s with our uncle, if you were wondering,” he mumbles and feeds you, letting you sip your water.

“What was his name again?” You mumble.

“Sukuna. He instantly thought of something inappropriate when I said you cancelled today.”

“Oh god…”

“Yup. Instant smirk on his face.”

“What’d he say?”

“Said that you and I should be more careful.” Choso rolls his eyes at the innuendo left by his uncle’s words.

“He thinks I’m bedridden because… that’s so inappropriate…” It took you a while to get the innuendo, but when it did click, your cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, it is.” He agrees.

He goes back to feeding you instead of continuing the topic.

“Yuji misses you already. He said he wanted to play hide and seek today.”

“Maybe we’ll play next time.”

“I’m off work for the rest of the week.”

“Oh, guess I’ll have to wait til next week, then.”

“Who says my dear neighbor can’t visit any time when they feel better?”

“Right, we’re neighbors, friends, not just babysitter and employer, huh?” You smile, starting to feel better after eating.

“Yeah, we are, aren’t we?” He smiles too, always smiling when he sees yours. “Feel better and the three of us can all play.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on feeling better. Give me like, a day or two,” you mumble and lay down.

Choso chuckles and contemplates lying beside you, but doesn’t want your protests about getting him sick. He decides to let you rest and he fixes your covers, then puts up the leftover soup and cleans the dishes, staying quiet so he doesn’t wake you. He could get used to doing small things for you.

Masterlist

[walkingstackofbooks]

IPS/BIL AU where Tain dies before he can send the message. Garak and Worf never go to the gamma quadrant. Julian and Martok don't get rescued.

Back on DS9 the changeling is stopped pretty much just as it was in canon, with Kira and Dax managing to stop the Yukon from reaching the sun, just as it explodes. (Maybe since Garak is still on the station, he notifies Sisko that Bashir has taken the Yukon out?) This time, however, no-one knows it was a changeling, and among all the shock and grief, there's tense speculation about what the hell Julian was doing out there in a runabout with a bomb.

The changeling had planned to never be identified, believing it would sow more confusion and fear in the Federation if they believe one of their own had been secretly allied with the Dominion. And so the changeling had left behind a trail of "Julian" interacting with highly questionable locked-down message-boards such as "Would enhanced individuals be better off under the Dominion?", which would never have been tracked back to him apart from under such scrutiny he's now post-humously receiving. (The changeling knew about Julian's enhancements - to become something is to understand that thing, after all.)

Of course, it is considered whether Julian may have been impersonated by a changeling, but once the link to his enhancements has been revealed - and his parents can't hide it, they confess, and are sentenced to time in a penal colony - it seems very much decided that Doctor Bashir had become an augment extremist, biding his time on DS9 until he could play out his part in the Dominion plot. There's varying levels of acceptance of this among Julian's friends - even if it seems that they have to admit it, it's still almost impossible to believe that Julian could have tried to do that. But it doesn't really matter what they think - life has to go on, and the war's continuing whether they like it or not, and little by little they move on with their now-Julian-less lives.

Time passes. they get a new CMO. The Cardassians re-occupy the station, and Sisko leads the campaign to get it back. Worf and Jadzia get married. Garak gets a message.

A.L.I.V.E. J.S.B.

And no-one knows what to think. JSB can't be... can it? But how...

Garak argues that Doctor Bashir's death is so well-known that no-one would use his name as the basis for some sort of trap. Miles agrees. Everyone else wants to agree. (For a certain definition of 'want'. Julian being alive, not a traitor... that also means he's been doing somewhere in the past ten months, and it's difficult to think about what sort of awful place that might have been.)

Garak and Worf are sent out to chase this signal - in theory, it's recon, but naturally it quickly devolves. They get captured themsleves, finding Camp 371 and Julian, looking ten months worse for wear. Garak learns about Tain's death, and the subspace transmitter he'd began working on and that they'd only just been able to finish, having managed to recruit a recently-abducted Starfleet engineer. An engineer who's currently in solitary, leaving them with a plan to escape now there's a runabout in orbit, but no way to effect it. Unless there's something Garak can do...

And Worf, of course, meets Martok, and is impressed by the Klingon's tale of daily fights for nearly three years. "Almost every day," Martok corrects him. "There have been times when I've woken up with a sore head to find that the doctor has taken my place."

Worf looks to Julian, nodding. "So you are the man we remember," he says. "Your enhancements may have helped you fight, but it was an honourable thing to volunteer."

"My... my enhancements?" asks Julian faintly. "What- what do you mean?"

"Commander, is now really the time—" Garak tries to interrupt but Julian speaks over him.

"No, Garak, I want to know— I-I need to know. What do you mean, Worf?"

And Worf, in his short, succinct way tells Julian how they had believed he had died, and what they had discovered thereafter, and while they know now that he is not an augment extremist, his parents' confession made it clear that he is an augment.

Julian doesn't say very much after that, apart from what is needed to help with the rescue - he calms Garak down, he volunteers to try and figure out what needs doing in the crawl space ("I've learnt at least a few things from tinkering with it over those seven months...") - but otherwise, he's withdrawn and spacey. Garak perserveres - he must get Julian back to DS9, has to hope there's still time to rekindle that light in his doctor's eyes - and manages to get them out, and even locking onto the engineer's life sign in solitary. They make it to the runabout, and escape.

It's a very different sort of homecoming. This time, rather than having only a few hours to get used to the idea that Julian had been missing for a month, they've been mourning him for almost a year, angry and confused and left with so many questions. And they've had almost a week of wondering what's become of Worf and Garak, and to tie themselves in circles wondering if J.S.B really could be Julian Subatoi Bashir.

Garak gets them all beamed directly to sickbay, and it's obvious that Julian's overwhelmed enough by that without having hordes of emotional friends come to greet him. So they're allowed in, one at a time. Miles petitions to be first, and wraps Julian up in what would have been the firmest of hugs - apart from Julian's so gaunt, so... so fragile, that Miles finds he dares not squeeze too hard. Words gush out - ones that he'd never have thought he'd admit out loud - about how much he missed Julian and how glad he is none of what they said was true, and it takes him some time to realise that he's been blabbering on and Julian's not been saying a word.

Julian has been clinging onto him tightly, though, and that... that's got to be enough, for now.

[syluss-karaoke-teacher]

Love and Deepspace - Nightly Rendezvous - Part IV, Sylus

And finally we complete the series with Sylus' card!! I admit, I kinda dreaded him bc alongside Raf he is my main and his card was so breathtakingly emotional, not to mention pretty much canonically their first time. Hope I was able to do it justice!

Word count: 2539 words

MDNI! Main text under the cut. You have been warned.

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Tags: reader!MC, fem!reader, PWP, fingering and oral (f!receiving), PIV, mentions of overstimulation, Sylus is king of consent, emotional sex, first time together, yes I make all of them eat MC out what are you going to do about it?

Not beta-read we die like Grandma

You point the gun at his chest with a victorious smirk.

“I won. Now for my prize, Mr. Crow.”

Sylus chuckles, the sound rumbling deep from his chest as he raises his hands in mock surrender. His crimson eyes reflect the crackling fire that illuminates the living room.

“Fair and square kitten. Ask away.”

The tension between you two is so thick you could almost grasp it with your hands. In many ways it is not unlike your first ever meeting. Back then you hated him, hated everything he represented. Then you thought you hated him, and then wished you hated him.

And now… Now you hate that you ever hated him.

You still don’t know why Sylus decided to meet you the way he did, but you aren’t naïve enough anymore to believe it’s solely because he is the boss of Onychinus. The discoveries you have made along your journey have made you painfully aware of just how incomplete your worldview was.

The man before you is a killer and a criminal, yes. But a monster he is not. After all he has shown that he is capable of changing and learning from his mistakes; if not for anything or anyone else, then at least for you.

That is why the famously impatient and easily bored man waits for you, his silver eyebrow arched in a silent question, not pushing or prompting. As he has done from the minute he heard you despised him.

Sylus has no problem embarrassing you: he enjoys seeing you squirm and blush, whether due to walking around in little more than a towel hanging precariously from his sinful hips, or due to the sudden tenderness that he slips into your everyday moments together. He doesn’t hide his gaze raking over your body as you try on a new designer dress he bought for you, and if you ask him directly he will tell you in no uncertain terms just how beautiful you are to him. Yet despite the intensity that oozed from his very being, he always stopped at just the right distance. If you so wanted, this night would end like your nights so far had always ended: in separate bedrooms, with you getting more frustrated each time.

Well, not anymore. If you wanted to play the part of a big, fearless hunter, you should be able to manage this much of an offensive.

“I’m getting tired, Sylus.” To emphasize your words, you fake a yawn and stretch.

Sylus lowers his hands and cocks his head to the side. “That doesn’t sound like a question, sweetie.”

You pointedly ignore his jab, place the gun on the table and lay your hands on his shoulders instead.

“Can you take me to bed?”

There’s a sharp flash in his eyes, and you watch as his whole being refocuses on you. His muscles tense ever so slightly, and you see his Adam’s apple bob before he answers you.

“I thought you wanted to know my destination for tomorrow.”

For an outsider that would be a perfectly normal question. But to you, the only one that Sylus has let this close, the quiet raspiness in his voice tells you everything you need to know; the great leader of Onychinus is in the palm of your hand.

You slide your fingers up the sides of his neck to cradle his face. The crackling of the fireplace isn’t quite enough to drown out the quickening of his breath as you lean in closer.

“I’d rather live in the present, so I won’t dwell on a situation beyond my control. So… will you?”

Sylus’ answer is an unsteady exhale before he tightens one broad arm around your waist. You loop your arms around his shoulders as he lifts you off the couch and starts walking towards the master bedroom. His hand on your thigh almost burns through the flimsy fabric of your loungewear set, and his other hand gently turns your head towards him as he passes through the dimly lit corridors. He doesn’t break your gaze for a second, not even as he settles you on the ground between the loveseat and the bed.

“If you want to go to sleep, you need to release me,” he murmurs, making no move to pull apart. You look up at him coyly and press your body against him. Your head barely comes up to his chin, and you can feel his heart thundering in his chest.

“What if I don’t want to let go of you?”

Sylus smirks, but you see that the corner of his mouth quivering. His hold on you tightens again and he turns you both around before nodding towards the loveseat.

“Then I can keep holding you until dawn,” he says and runs his hand up and down your spine. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable now, and yet he doesn’t act on it. The man who forced you to fire a bullet into his heart the first time you met would now rather rip that same heart out with his own bare hands rather than make you uncomfortable.

The sweet tenderness makes you ache, but right at this moment a feeling far more intense demands to be let loose.

You bring your hands to Sylus’ chest and push him onto the loveseat. He lets out a small, surprised huff as you climb onto his lap and cradle his head once more in your hands.

“Then hold me,” you whisper, only inches away from his lips, “until dawn and beyond.”

The small kiss is all it takes for the dam to break. Sylus moans into your mouth and winds his arm tightly behind your hips and his other hand behind your head, locking you in place as he takes the lead. Sylus’ kisses are all-consuming and feverish, with no room for hesitation. You had been confident that he would return your feelings, but the sheer intensity of his actions leaves you breathless.

When your lips are red and swollen he finally pulls away, only to press a line of kisses along your jaw and neck. His hands run along your hips and ass and pull you flush against him. You whine as you feel the outline of his hard cock against your clothed core. He rocks his hips experimentally against yours.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he kisses your earlobe, “you’ll tell me if you want me to stop, right kitten?”

You answer by kissing him deeply. For a moment he lets you grind against him, but then pulls you back and looks at you with seriousness you didn’t expect.

“I need you to say it: ‘I will tell Sylus to stop whenever I want to.’”

You study his face for a moment, and that tender aching in your chest simmers to life again.

“I will tell you to stop whenever I want to,” you echo back to him. “Now take me to bed.”

You gasp as strong hands grab your ass and lift you up as effortlessly as picking up a kitten by its scruff. Sylus’ lips latch onto your neck and the twinge of pain as he sucks on your skin sends a jolt of electricity down to your core.

Sylus sets you down on the bed. His massive frame blocks the ceiling light almost completely from view. It makes his eyes shine even brighter, and you feel your breath catching in your throat. You lift your fingers to gently trace the corner of the eye wherein his Aether core resides.

“Am I greedy if I say I want you to only look at me?”. Sylus isn’t using his power on you, but you can hear your innermost thoughts raging in your head, nonetheless. They form only one name, one target.

Sylus smiles. It isn’t teasing or arrogant as his usual smirks; your question seems to delight him.

“You have always had the right to demand it, kitten. Which means you can be even greedier now.”

He lifts up your hips and grinds your core against his. You whine as he rocks himself against your silk shorts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the wetness that soils your panties underneath. The friction of the fabric against your clit makes your toes curl and you squeeze Sylus’ arm in response.

“Sylus…” you groan between kisses. The world around you grows hazy as your brain struggles to give orders to your body. You want everything from him, all at once, but the words die on your tongue and morph into moans and gasps instead.

Luckily there is an end to Sylus’ self-control after all. Just as you think you can’t take it anymore, he leans his forehead against yours and looks at you so reverently it forces your addled mind into focus once more.

“Do you want this?” he asks. This, meaning him, on you, inside you, tonight or for all eternity?

“Yes. All of it. All of you.”

A twinge of energy skitters along your skin as Sylus’ Evol surges from his fingertips. In seconds both of your clothes fall apart, covering the bed in black tatters. Before you can so much as squeak Sylus flips you over and settles you onto his chest. You gasp at the feeling of your bare pussy pressing against his firm chest. He spreads you wide open and strokes the skin of your thighs with his thumbs.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once I get to taste you,” he says as his fingers slide closer to your center. “So I’m hoping your answer won’t change.”

You shake your head and let your eyes fall close as Sylus strokes your glistening folds with the calloused pads of his fingers. He stays away from your clit, making you whine from frustration. He chuckles and you slap his chest in retaliation.

“I need to hear what you need, sweetie,” he replies as he catches your hand and brings it his lips to kiss it. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. Whatever you want me to do, I will.”

He pushes your hand backwards past your hips. You blindly reach behind you and shudder as you feel his heavy cock resting against his abdomen. The slight touch makes him sigh and you watch as a beautiful flush rises on his cheeks as you gingerly stroke him.

“See how little it takes? Just the mere opportunity to be able to please you has made me this way. So believe me when I say this, kitten… You are allowed to ask anything of me.”

Your breathing struggles to flow as you take in his words. Your thighs tremble at his sides as you finally swallow your hesitation.

“Your mouth, Sylus… I want you to use your mou—”

The rest of the sentence is drowned in a pitiful wail as Sylus pulls you forward onto his face. You hastily brace yourself on the headboard as he pushes his tongue inside you. You can feel his nose bumping against your clit as he eats you out like a man starved. Instinctively you rock your hips against the divine, soft heat of his mouth. You feel him groan against you, his hands gripping you even tighter to block out any notion of pulling back from your position.

“Sylus, Sylus, oh god…” you whimper as you try to stay upright. You feel so incredibly wet it’s almost humiliating, but the relentless pressure makes you forget any rational thought as you fast approach a high you have never experienced before. You feel Sylus take his other hand from your hip and maneuver it under you, and before you can ask him if he needs a break you feel him slide his middle finger inside your pussy. He changes his position to focus more on your clit as he rubs you from the inside. The change in pace makes you howl.

“Please, please, oh god, feels so good Sylus, please, I’m—” you babble and grip the headboard with white knuckles. Stars swim into your vision as your body tenses to a breaking point. When Sylus pushes another finger in your mouth falls agape in a silent scream and you crash over the peak. The orgasm rolls over you like a tidal wave, and if it wasn’t for the strength of Sylus’ hands you would collapse entirely.

You feel like floating when Sylus lifts you up and flips you over onto your back. He wipes his glistening jaw with the back of his hand as he stares into your eyes with a hunger that hasn’t been satiated in the slightest. You let him manhandle you into spreading your legs for him, hands pressing your things apart and down, his cock dragging itself against your glistening pussy.

“More,” he whispers as he squeezes your thighs almost painfully. “Please, let me hear it. Tell me you want it too.”

You watch as his cockhead catches onto your entrance before sliding forward once more. You feel yourself clenching around nothing as you image him inside you, claiming you, filling you to the brim. You are still quivering from your high as you plead him to take you, all of you.

The moment you give him permission he takes it to heart again. He pushes inside you slowly, lets you adjust to his size, his broad chest heaving with the effort of holding back. His eyes are glazed over with both want and something soft, something you don’t dare yet name. His figure becomes unfocused as tears well up in your eyes from the almost painful fullness.

“Sylus, it’s too much,” you gasp, and he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Just breathe, almost there.”

By the time he has pressed himself in to the hilt of his cock your head is trashing against the pillows and your pussy is leaking around him in a desperate effort to ease the intrusion. Your mind grows hazy once more as he starts to rock into you, and you could swear you feel his cock nudging your goddamn throat at this point. Just as you think you can’t take much more you feel Sylus’ fingers rub tight circles on your clit.

“Let go sweetie. You can cum as many times as you want. We have the whole night after all.”

And with that he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, his cock pushing straight against the sweet spot inside you. Your world goes white as you shatter around him.

This time he doesn’t stop. He fucks you like a man possessed, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you as you fight to stay coherent. Only your fourth one proves too much for him and he finally spills inside you with a long, shaking groan. Even then it’s merely a moment’s distraction. His cock doesn’t even soften inside you: instead, he fucks his seed deeper into you while shaking from overstimulation. You tell him with a failing voice that he too can stop if he wants to, but your only answer are blunt nails pressing crescent moon shapes into your hips as he carries you both deep into the night.

Tell me you want it.

I do, Sylus. I want it all.