#i like the way things are shaping up aside from the fact that its taking WAY too long for him to meet nick

[phanboyo]

Not me being incredibly disappointed that my fic timeline doesn't match up so that Danny has to dig up a corpse. Now I have to plan out a trip to europe with an assassin and a fake passport or something. What is this bullcrap

[mondaymelon]

— 𝗵𝗶𝘀. ♥

໒꒱ || :feat~ diluc, venti, xiao, abyss!aether x gn!reader ໒꒱ || cw: this wasn't supposed to be yandere... but it morphed into one. (WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE SOFT XIAO AND EVERYTHING... mb) ໒꒱ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis, @swivy123, @solxima

⤷ how they make you theirs. ♥

A heart-shaped box of chocolates and a fresh bouquet of red roses? There's no doubt it's DILUC who's left them on your doorstep.

It's not uncommon for the stoic man to find it difficult to express his emotions... and often, the redhead feels as if you aren't aware of how much he adores you.

Ah, but then again... his affection for you is much more intense than he'd like to admit, so perhaps it's for the better that you remain unaware.

That said, it can't hurt to leave a couple of gifts for you, right? Presents are a thing that are meant to make one happy, and whenever you're happy, so is he. Anything from sweets to flowers, possibly even a handful of jewels or a pendant... leaving them for you is the least he can do to make sure you know how loved you are.

Or perhaps... "love" isn't exactly the suitable word to describe the expanse of emotions he experiences whenever he sees you... after all, how could a mere four letters explain such a feeling that seemed to consume him, devour him whole?

But that aside, if you happen to confront him about the matter, softly thanking him with a faint tint to your cheeks... be careful, he might not be able to hold back his feelings any longer! As soon as you excuse yourself, Diluc mutters into the air, one gloved hand tentatively covering his mouth, his face flushed beyond belief.

"Ah, next time, should I gift you the severed hand of anyone who dares touch what is mine?" ♥

What should've been just one drink with VENTI has turned to two, to three, to...

It's almost laughable, how the drunken bard has practically attached himself to your arm, clinging to you what seems to be rather loosely - yet the moment you try to weasel out of his grasp, his arms tighten around yours.

You can see by his dazed expression and the way a drunken flush has descended across his face that he's far from sober... and you're quite sure that you aren't better off yourself. Sensing his gaze, you turn as the male begins to speak, his words hopelessly slurred together.

"Hey hey, why do you keep trying to... escape...?" He pouts as he leans closer to you, pressing his face against your arm. "I...I'm not that unbearable, am I?"

"Eh? No... it's just a little hot in here... and you're too close. Back up a bit, would you?"

"Don't wanna." Did he usually act like this, or was his current state just making him all the more clingy? You supposed it didn't really matter, but the room did seem quite warm, especially with how Venti's heat mixed with yours... oh, were you blushing? Was that what it was?

Perhaps that would explain the way there's this odd thumping in your ears... is that your heart's own rhythm? Ah, no, it must just be the alcohol taking its toll.

"Hehe," Venti's voice somehow rings crystal clear amidst your foggy senses. "You're quite cute when you're like this, you know~" Since when had you leaned into his arms? He speaks some more, but his next words are barely heard by your ears:

"It makes me want to lock you up so that only I will be able to lay eyes on you... a beautiful dove that is mine." ♥

There was something about you that seemed to draw XIAO in, a something that seemed to enrapture him.

And that fact, in and of itself, frustrated him. To feel so attached to something as fleeting as a mortal? Mortals, whose life could be vanquished like one blowing out a candle?

Ah, perhaps "frustrated" wasn't quite the word for it. After all, an angered someone wouldn't monitor your every move, would they? ...But he's doing this for your own good - at least, that's what he tells himself. Humans are fragile, more than anything, so he'll take the matter of your life into his hands and make sure you won't ever get hurt! He's truly being the benevolent adeptus, isn't he?

Oh, but now you seem worried, all of a sudden. You're trembling in his arms, weakly telling him about how you can always feel someone's gaze on you - how you're scared, how you... need him?

Fuck, he can't control the twisted smile that makes its way onto his face. You've admitted it, haven't you? You can't live without him.

And that's exactly what he wants.

To be beside you every waking second, to own your gaze, to own you... yes, he needs you as much as you need him.

As you curl up in his arms, basking in his quiet warmth as you slowly drift into sleep, his voice emits the quietest whispers.

"Don't worry, love. As long as I'm here, you won't ever need to worry about anyone. Your gaze, your attention... it's all mine." ♥

He had already traveled these lands once, and AETHER's once vibrant world had grown gray... except...

Oh, but then you appeared. An anomaly, but a welcome one nonetheless.

Yes, you were something stunning.

In this dead realm, you were alive. Alive in the way you looked at him and alive in the way your eyes seemed to light up at the sight of him. It's something that starts off small - that is, his feelings for you. For the time being, delightfully innocent. Yet those emotions would only begin to swallow him whole, to consume him, bind him into a pit of no escape.

When had these affections grown so dire?

Perhaps he had merely turned a blind eye. He is well aware of how his heart longs for you, how his mind has grown clouded with nothing but thoughts of you, how he wants you to be his, and his only... ah, but was that truly such a selfish thing to hope for? Surely not. After all, in such a place he resided in - where all would heed to his beck and call... surely he could have you, right?

"My prince, is something wrong? You've been acting distant all morning." You trail after him as he attends to his work, eyes full of concern.

He turns, slowly. "Why are you so hesitant to call me by my name?"

"Oh, but I could never..." You shake your head at the thought.

His eyes narrow as he takes two swift steps forward, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing it upwards. "Then take it as an order. Say my name."

"...Aether."

It sounds so perfect on your tongue.

"Ah, that's it. Let my name grace your lips, and don't you dare let it go. After all, and I'll make sure of it... You're mine." ♥

(a/n) boo bitches im back <;33

[dropsnectar]

Pollen and Potions: Bee-men x afab!reader

PART SIX

NSFW

Well. More bond mating smut. And yes, their will be more parts. And more smut! Anywho, enjoy~

Rena stared down at your bare breasts, eyes full of curiosity and interest. You leaned back into Lyiths chest, his hands moving in front of you, trying to fiddle with the buttons of your jeans. Rena smirked down at him, before reaching over with her second pair of hands and unzipping them. Lyith pulled you up, positioning your hips enough so that Rena could pull your pants off, leaving you in a pair of white panties with little bottles on them. ‘Honey’ was scribbled on the jars and you cringed internally. You had bought a bee themed panty pack a week before you had moved into the cottage. 

Rena examined your undies before throwing back her head and cackling. “What a strange garment. I wonder if it tastes as sweet as its labeled.” She took one of her hands and traced around the edges of the underwear with her fingers, achingly slow, then reaching down to the start of a wet splotch that had seeped through the fabric. Just as slowly, she rubbed back and forth against the splotch, tracing the opening of your lips. She laughed again, then took some of the slick collected on her finger to her lips.

She blinked up at you with big eyes. “They were right. Sweet as our best batch of honey.”

Your core churned with heat, her gaze making you clench around nothing. Lyiths hands moved from your waist up to your breasts, tracing little meandering lines on the skin. The sensation made your nipples perk and Rena watched them with introgue.

It occurred to you that this must be a very new experience for them, considering they were not fully mammalian. Rena used the pad of her fingers to trace around your areolas, and up the tip of your nipple, making you quiver. The skin on her first pair of hands was rougher, and it felt incredibly good. She pinched your nipples experimentally. Her other hands roamed your happy trail, down your stomach to your hips. Lyith continued to message the skin of your breasts.

Lyiths head was leaning over and into your ear. He blew into it experimentally and as you breathed out a moan came with it. All the attention and the fact that three pairs of hands were groping your body was incredibly titillating. You were getting wetter under their eyes and your sensitive nipples only made things worse. Your core pooled molten, and you felt yourself heat up.

You had never felt so open and on display, the fact that their was no door to the room making your tensions tighten. Any minute someone could come in and see you bare and moaning. That is, if they didn’t feel the wave of your lust from the hallway.

“We are all that matters right now.” Lyith breathed in your ear, putting his lips to your neck and biting down. You groaned at the shock and the sweetness of it. You could feel Lyiths growing need against your ass. Rena leaned down and started licking and nipping the skin of your breast, eventually making way to your nipples, causing you to shake. 

She noticed, and started to play with them in tandem. One of her hands had pushed your panties aside and started tracing up and down your slit. You mewled as she traced over your clit and she stopped.

She then, slowly traced over it again and, saw how you went limp. You were not able to do anything but feel sensation.

“Oh, is this a place you like, little Queen?” She purred, starting to rub it with vigor. You cried as she started to play with it, making different shapes and taking breaks to trace down to your entrance and back up again. Fuck did it feel good. You wondered if Bee-men women had clits and you looked down, surprised to see that while she did have a slit, something was starting to peak out, a long, girthy something. It had bumps and ridges, a shape you had never seen before. 

She noticed your attention shift and cooed at you.

“See what you do to me little Queen?” You felt her push her mind to yours, her rich heady arousal filling your head. You joined her and you felt her smugness at your obvious need and lust. Something about sharing your mind with her made you more sensitive, and you started moaning louder as she rubbed you and played with your wetness.

You could feel it, a sudden magic being worked and she brought one of her hands to her mouth, taking two fingers deep into it. She then pulled them out, slick and glistening under the light, then reached them down to slowly pump into you. She worked the liquid into your twitching walls, exploring. Behind you Lyith murmured praises and groaned as he humped himself into the crevice between your asscheeks, sliding around the Bee-men equivalent of precum. You didn’t see him, but his length felt long. You wondered what it looked like, when suddenly, a strong shot of warmth, like lightning started to take place between your walls.

You were a trembling shaking mess, and if you had felt needy before, your were practically desperate now. You felt a sort of fuzzy sensitiveness in your walls, a feeling adjacent to need. It was strong, and demanding, and you could barely see with how much you needed something to be inside you. You started humping into Renas hand, sliding up and down against Lyiths length as you went. All blushing, and embarrassment gone, you needed to be fucked. Right then. Right now.

A part of you knew it was Rena’s magic. She was painting more and more of this magic saliva along your walls, seemingly trying to cover every inch of it. You whine loudly into her ear, and bit her shoulder hard in frustration. She giggled at you.

“I have to do this properly if we want this to take, little one. Now keep your mind and your legs nice and open for me.” She whispered. You were sweating profusely now, the sweat on your back and chest making their fur damp in the process.

Rena’s hands continued to pump into you, angling just the right way to make you grunt and drool. Your inside was so incredibly wet, you bet the squelching sounds could be heard from the hall. Your release was so close. You were so close. You felt another nip on your shoulder as Lyith came, his voice a beautiful song. You could feel his eyes flutter along your skin, and that knowledge sent you over the edge too. You rode out the wave of blinding heat as Rena leaned down to kiss you. 

Her tongue licked at yours experimentally before completely claiming your mouth like she had your cunt. Her saliva was sweet and tasted of her magic and she continued to feed her own need for release, a need to be touched and fuck and to be fucked all inside your head. Her saliva wasn’t just an aphrodisiac, it was pining her magic to you, her mind to you, everything that she was, it was all over your insides.

She finally adjusted you, putting her girth up to your hole before murmuring a chant that sounded like a mix between human and the buzzing texture of her purrs. Her mind was full of want, of instinct and devotion.

“I give my body and mind to you. I claim you as my Queen, to serve until my mind turns quiet and my wings beat their last beat.” 

If Rena had ever been serious in her life, it was at this moment. Your gazes locked and opened yourself to her completely. You would accept all of her. Every flaw and piece.

At that moment, she pushed into you, all of her in one swift motion. You both groaned out, your minds a landscape of white sparks and fire. She started pumping, her ridges dragging deliciously against your walls. It was good thing she had prepped you, because her girth was formidable. The friction left you drooling as she fucked you dizzy. You felt like goo, barely able to keep your head upright from how intense the feelings were.

She had not just entered you physically, but you could feel herself attach to some incredibly intimate part of your mind. The harder she pumped, the more she connected and you knew she would never leave you. 

As your second orgasm started to build, you felt it. The last nail to the wall, to mount her to you forever. If you drilled it in yourself, you would be her queen until your last days. You felt a piece of her tense in worry. A scared vulnerable piece of her. She had given you everything and if you rejected her now, she would never live down the shame, never be able to take another queen.

You took all of her in your mind, cradled her as close to you as possible, and pushed the two of you over the edge. In that moment the two of you cried out, heat and pleasure crashing through your mind and forms. 

She filled you with her warm cum, your dripping cunt taking every inch as she pumped you through your high. Your hearts beat as one in that moment, and you stayed like that for an impossibly long time.

When the two of you came down, you collapsed into each other. You rolled over, her dick soft, inside you. Lyith made a happy trilling sound and sculpted himself to your back, purring and humming in a sing song way. He was actually singing now, in a celebratory tone. 

Rena could only purr and trill happily, her eyes foggy as she put her hand up to push back your damp locks.

You leaned into her touch, sated and happy. You could feel her bond in the back of your mind, next to Lyiths. You had to admit to yourself, now that the need was starting to recede, that this was a scary situation.

Your Lyith and Rena had put their lives in your hands, to heal or hurt, to command, or to reject. The power was all yours. 

“Everything will be alright. Anything scary, we will deal with it together.” Lyith breathed at you. Rena, still coming down from her high nodded, making her same trilling noise. It conveyed an emotion you didn't have human words for. It was ajoy of being seen and accepted. Of being whole. It was a vulnerable, sincere love being conveyed. You leaned over and kissed her. 

You slowly pulled her girth out of you, causing her to groan and wrinkle her nose. You turned to Lyith and kissed him as well, before laying on your back and sighing. 

I totally am going to freak out when I fully process this, you thought to yourself, before relaxing your consciousness into the embrace of sleep.

[roosterforme]

Adult Education Part 8 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Plans for the fraternity alumni fundraiser that Jessica is in charge of are starting to take shape. And things with Jake are starting to heat up. But even after she tries her best to take care of her students in her own way, she feels like she will never be successful at this college.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smutty thigh riding, 18+

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica settled down in the spare seat in her friend's office with her slightly stale peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a notebook. "Wait, say that again. Beer pong with micro brewed beer? Come on, Advanced Calculus. Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of the frat boy vibe?" she asked with her pencil poised over the paper. 

The other woman laughed as she ate the turkey and avocado roll ups that her husband packed for her gorgeous looking lunch. Jessica would have had some of Jake's chili to bring except that she finished all of it on Sunday and Monday while she texted him about how good it was. 

"It would be an elevated frat boy vibe. I spent the weekend asking my husband what he would want out of an alumni event with his fraternity, and he came up with some pretty compelling ideas."

Jessica bit into her sandwich with a frown and chewed. "But depending on the turnout, a few kegs of fancy beer could be very expensive."

She shook her head and offered Jessica some mixed berries and a honey dipping sauce which she immediately accepted. "No, because Bradley knows a guy who owns a brewery in Solana Beach. He said he'd ask for a favor if you wanted him to."

Jessica perked up immediately. She had a friend. A friend who had a nice husband who was offering to help her out. As much as she wanted to dream big and believe she could get tenure if this thing was successful, she was afraid to hope too hard. 

But she couldn't help herself. "Solana Beach isn't that far away. You think this guy would really cut me some sort of deal? My budget from the school is pretty tiny."

She shrugged. "He was in Bradley's fraternity at UVA. He's actually a really nice guy, so I wouldn't be too surprised."

Jessica only had to think about it for another second. "Okay yes. I am very interested in this idea." Then she ate a few more berries and jotted down some other ideas they came up with. hors d'oeuvres from the culinary school

frat boys in tuxedos

sparkling wine

silent auction

As she was finishing the last item, the other woman asked, "How was your weekend with Jake?"

When Jessica met her eyes, she could tell she was blushing. But she laughed softly and said, "I think he's my boyfriend?"

"Really?" she asked, nearly dropping her turkey roll up on her lap. "I'm sorry, but are you serious? You and Jake are exclusive?"

"Yes," Jessica whispered. Right? Hadn't he made it clear he wasn't seeing anyone else and didn't want to? Oh shit. It had been so long since she'd done this, maybe she wasn't even doing it correctly. "Is that okay?"

"Oh my god! He just... I don't think... I don't ever remember mention of him having a girlfriend. Usually he just-" She cut herself off with a wince.

"Picks girls up for the night?" Jessica supplied. She sensed that about him and the way he'd told her some things about himself. But he also bought a new truck so he could make sure he was on time to see her. There was a lot to unpack here.

"Well. Yeah. But I'm not saying I'm surprised that he's into you! You're great! I'm just surprised in general."

"Same." She just hoped she wasn't about to make a fool of herself when Jake stopped by later during her office hours. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, she could feel the pull of the green lace against her skin underneath her cute pleated skirt, and her sheer stockings felt like silk. 

"Aside from the fact that he once called me Dr. Tits when he was belligerently drunk at my house, Jake is, and I say this a bit begrudgingly, actually really sweet. And kind. He dropped off two tickets for a Grateful Dead cover band last night since Bradley drove him around a few times after his truck broke down."

"I'm sorry.... did you say he called you Dr. Tits? Please, I'm going to need you to elaborate on that."

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Jake spent Monday night making the most perfect lasagna of his life and waiting until it cooled down to pack some individual containers for Jessica. Then when he left for work on Tuesday, he left them all lined up in his refrigerator so he could grab them on his way to her office hours. 

There was a guest speaker today, and Jake grabbed the empty seat next to Bradley who was trying to discreetly text his wife under the table before the lecture started. 

"What's Dr. Tits up to?" he drawled, earning an eye roll. 

"Text her yourself if you want to know," came the raspy response. "I'm going right to campus after work today to keep her company while she's on a phone conference," he added with a smirk. "Might stop by and talk to your girlfriend about her fundraiser while I'm there."

"That fraternity thing she has to do?" 

"Yeah," Bradley replied, finally putting his phone away. "Sugar asked me to be nice to her, so I'm going to try to save her some money on beer from Beta Brewing."

"Isn't that the place that ages the beer in bourbon barrels and sells it for an outrageous price?"

"Yeah," Bradley said with a laugh. "A guy who was in my fraternity owns it. I haven't seen him in a bit, but I was kind enough to text him on behalf of Jessica. Now will you please stop calling my wife Dr. Tits?"

"No," Jake replied smoothly as Maverick called everyone to attention. 

Bradley just grunted in response.

When they were released from the lecture, Jessica's office hours had already begun. Jake hadn't texted her much since he knew Tuesdays were busy for her. He just needed to get there before 7:00, because somehow if he arrived during her office hours, it made him feel like her student. And that made everything feel a little dirty. And he really fucking liked that. Plus she told him she was going to wear something sexy, and he'd been dying to find out what that meant.

He swung by his place and picked up the containers of lasagna and packed them in a cooler, and then he was off in his new truck. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd visited this part of the city before he met Jessica, but now he was constantly searching the side streets along campus for a parking spot. Tonight he found one on the same block as a familiar, blue Bronco.

Of course he got some looks from the college girls as he strolled toward the math and science building in his khaki uniform, but he was met with a glare from a man a little older than him with salt and pepper hair when he walked inside. 

"Evening," Jake drawled as the other man silently examined his uniform. He could feel eyes on him as he walked toward the elevators. It wasn't like he was forbidden to be here, so he just ignored him. This ride up to her floor and the walk down the hallway had become familiar to Jake. But when he raised his hand to knock, he heard the doorknob turn from the inside along with Jessica's muffled voice. So he leaned back against the opposite wall as the door cracked open. 

"Luca, there's no way I'm going to try out your skateboard."

"Come on, Dr. Reed. Just for a minute? It'll be really fun. But you probably shouldn't wear high heels."

She sighed and pulled her door open further, but she didn't notice Jake yet. "Fine. I'll try your skateboard on Thursday only after you show up on time and give me a full hour of your best effort."

"Sweet!" Luca said, giving her a high five. But now she was distracted by Jake as he smiled at her. 

"Not in the hallway!" Jessica shouted after Luca who set his board down and promptly picked it back up again. 

"My bad, Dr. Reed!"

Jessica was already wrapped up in Jake's arm, her lips ghosting over his. "Hey, Reedy," he whispered, and then he was being jerked away from the wall as she led him inside and closed the door, leaning back against it.

"Hi," she whispered back. Jake let his eyes drift down over her petite form and back up again, every inch of clothing and everything that was bare to him was making him salivate. She had on a rather short pleated skirt with sheer stockings and black heels. Plus he could see the telltale green strap peeking out from the white camisole as her cardigan slipped down her bare shoulder.

He swallowed hard. "You look nice, Baby. You having a good day?"

"Yes!" she gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him harder this time. "My faculty meeting was blessedly canceled this morning, and I ate lunch with Advanced Calculus." 

Jake set the cooler down on her desk in the tiny office so he could have better access to her body. "That's great. You call her Advanced Calculus? That's actually so cute," he said as his hands came to rest on her hips. 

Jessica laughed, and he felt warm all over. "Yes, and she calls me Advanced Physics. And she's helping me plan that fraternity fundraiser along with her husband. Bradley actually stopped by a little while ago, before Luca was here. He's just the best. Advanced Calculus is so lucky."

"He's the best?" Jake asked, one eyebrow raised as he leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder making her shiver. "She's so lucky?"

When he ran his nose along that pretty green bra strap, she gasped. "Not as lucky as me."

Jake chuckled and murmured, "That's my smart girl." He brushed her hair aside and kissed his way from her shoulder up her neck to her ear while she clung to him. 

She cleared her throat and asked, "How was your day?" as she tried to pull away from him. But Jake kept her right where she was. 

"Better now," he promised. "Had to sit through a talk about the updates coming to my jet this summer. A new mechanical override and an updated comms system among other things."

"Ohhh," she sighed. "Did they give you a new spec sheet?" Her eyes were curious behind her glasses, and Jake was grinning.

"Sure did. You wanna see it?"

"Yes!"

"Well, that's classified, Baby."

She pouted and said, "Come on, Jake. I won't tell anyone. Can't you sneak one home with you or something?"

He ran his big hands up and down her back. "You want to work out some of the calculations, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she replied softly, and Jake was getting a little hot just thinking about her sitting in his kitchen with a pencil and a calculator. He trailed his hand down to her ass, and she was kissing him again as she touched his pins.

"If you really want to see them," he said between kisses, "I'll sneak them out." She giggled as she kissed his neck, and then his nose was buried in her hair. "God, you look so sexy, and you smell so sweet."

Her glasses bumped his cheek when she kissed his ear and raked her fingers through his hair. Every inch of the front of her body was pressed to his, and Jake just knew there was no coming back from this right now. Jessica had dressed like this with him in mind, and while her outfit was totally work appropriate, it was also a thing of fantasies. Skirts and heels and green lingerie and stockings. 

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you," she said in the sweetest voice before she sucked on his lip. He wondered if her stockings were the kind that ended at her thighs or the ones that went all the way up to her waist. He needed to know. She didn't make him wait for an answer. Jessica guided him to the chair behind her desk, and he sat down a little hard. She was standing right in front of him with her gaze fixed on his pants, and when Jake glanced down, he could see the outline of his cock as he stood at attention for her. 

"I'm sorry," he grunted, "but you turn me on so much."

"Don't apologize," she breathed, and he was treated to the sight of her sliding that cardigan down her arms. When she turned slightly and dropped it onto her desk, her skirt rode up her leg. Jake could see the lace trimmed top of her stocking hugging her thigh, and he groaned so loudly, her gaze snapped back to his. 

"Jessica." His voice was a needy whine, and for some reason this was so much worse than when he almost fucked her on his couch. Because she was his girl now, and he wanted every inch of her well acquainted with every inch of him. "Come here." When he patted his right thigh, she obeyed him immediately, coming to stand with his knee between her legs. 

Then she hesitated, and Jake didn't want to push anything. When he was just about to tell her that nothing sexual needed to happen here, he watched her reach up underneath her skirt and bend a little at the waist. His gaze shifted so rapidly from her pretty eyes to the lacy tops of her sheer stockings, he thought he might pass out. And then she started to slide that green thong down her hips to her thighs, and Jake caught the briefest glimpse of her pussy before her underwear was down her legs and her skirt fell into place once more.

"Fuck. Jessica." He was a panting mess as she stepped out of her thong and handed it to him. It was wet, and when he pressed it to his nose, it smelled incredible. And she was once again positioning herself with her legs straddling his right one before she came to rest with her pussy on his khaki covered thigh.

"Is this okay?" she whispered as her right knee nudged his cock, and his head tipped back slightly. She bit her lip and ran one gentle finger along his name tag, spelling out SERESIN while she looked him in the eye. 

"Yeah," he groaned. "God. It's more than okay." She kissed him with her palm planted on his chest, and Jake was living for the way her hips rocked forward. 

Her glasses and hair were tickling his face as she brought her other hand up to his neck, and then Jessica rocked her hips back and forward once again along his thigh. There was a smile on her lips as she kissed him and whispered, "You can set that down, you know." 

Jake was still gripping her thong in his hand, and he pressed it to his mouth and lips one more time before stuffing it in his breast pocket. The fact that she was rubbing her bare ass and pussy on his uniform had him painfully hard, but he didn't want her to stop. This was a thousand times better than any lap dance he'd ever had before. 

"You excited to see me today, Baby?" he asked, squeezing both of her knees with his hands and then guiding them up to her skirt. "This is a very warm welcome."

Her cheeks were flushed as Jake pushed her skirt up a few inches to play with the lace stockings. When he ran his thumbs along the soft, bare skin of her inner thighs, she whined his name. "Jake!" 

"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing her with both hands as she rode his thigh, now gripping both of his shoulders. She was kind of jerking her hips along as her glasses slid down her nose. Jake leaned in to kiss her neck and chest as he whispered, "You gonna get off like this?" She squeaked as his fingers toyed with her stockings before he brushed her wet slit with his thumb. 

"I never did before," she said, eyes a little wild now. Every time she rolled her hips back so she was sitting on her ass, she grunted a soft little sound that almost sent him through the roof. 

"Baby, you can't tell me things like that and make those perfect little sounds okay?" he whispered. "Because now I need to get you off." He guided one hand around to palm her bare ass and tipped her chin up with the other. "Okay?" he asked, running his thumb along her lips. She nodded and kissed his thumbprint before he reached down and lifted up her skirt. "Holy hell," he moaned. Her pussy looked exquisite, and there was a wet spot the size of her palm on his service khakis from her slick.

While he was absolutely aching to get his cock inside her, he knew there would be time for that later. This weekend, perhaps. But right now, he thought she was close to coming on his fucking uniform. In her goddamn office. On the college campus. And he needed to make it a reality, because he could feel her wetness on his leg as she ground down against him. 

So he kept his left hand on her ass, guiding her movements just a little slower as he took one more look at her pink pussy spread open for him, and he stroked her clit with his right thumb. And then Jessica was shaking almost instantly as she kissed his lips and muttered something incoherent. 

"Come on baby. You're so close," he whispered between kisses. "This is so hot." Every time her knee bumped his cock, he thought he might cum in his pants, but he kept her going. 

"Oh. My. God!" she whined suddenly before sucking in a deep breath and arching her back. Jake rubbed his face across her tits, nipples peaked through the fabric of her bra and camisole. And then she was coming and keening, and he eased up the pressure of his thumb and enjoyed every sound she made for him.

Jessica collapsed against his chest, lips pressed to his ear and cheek as she combed her fingers through his hair and rode out the little aftershocks. He ran his hand along her ass, stroking her until she stopped rocking gently against him. As she kissed her way to his lips, her fingers found his insignia pins just like always. Their kisses were soft and leisurely like she'd really worn herself out, and when she shifted, he grunted as her knee nudged his cock again.

She looked at him with wide eyes as she brought her hand down to his pants. "I'm so sorry," she gasped with a soft laugh. "I'm in such a daze, I wasn't even thinking. Let me take care of you."

Jake was shaking his head and immediately reaching for her hand. "Absolutely not." He would cum in an instant if she touched his bare dick with any part of her pretty body, and that was not something he was interested in at the moment. 

"Why not?" she asked, looking thoroughly upset now as she pulled away from him to stand. Jake had to bite his knuckle at the sight of the mess she left on his khakis, and his cock jumped painfully in his pants. 

"Baby, look what you did," he crooned, gesturing at his thigh. "It's gorgeous." But when he met her eyes, she was blushing and reaching for her cardigan. "Jessica, I can't have you taking care of this for me right now. I'm too worked up, and I'd rather have blue balls than cum as soon as you look at me, okay?"

She laughed as she pulled her sweater on, and she let Jake kiss her. "Okay," she replied softly as she looked down at his wet pants. "I can't believe I did that."

"Listen," he whispered, boxing her in between his body and her desk. "I think you should come spend the weekend at my place. Pack an overnight back and some more journals... the real sexy ones on the top shelf over there." He jerked his chin toward her bookshelf. "And I'll steal you a top secret spec sheet that could cost me some of my pins that you like touching so much."

"I could do that," she replied with a smile. "I need to go up to Beta Brewing with Bradley on Saturday morning, but after that, I'm free."

Jake kissed her as he pulled her green thong out of his pocket. "Sounds perfect. And I'm going to need you to wear this again on Saturday, okay? I didn't even get to see the bra yet."

She balled it up in her hand like she was suddenly embarrassed by it. "Alright." But he tipped her chin up again so she was looking at him.

"I can't get enough of you."

Then the sweet kisses returned before she took him by the hand and selected a small stack of journals for him to take him. "Here's a spicy one from the top shelf," she told him with a smile that made him feel weak. Then he said he would walk her and the cooler of food to her car. And she tried to hide her face against his pins when that same guy was walking through the lobby again, because Jake still had a wet spot on his pants from her pussy. 

"You think I care?" he whispered to her before he nodded at the guy with salt and pepper hair. "I got my girl with me, and she got off on me."

"Jake," she gasped with a laugh, pulling him outside quickly. "He's the head of the chemistry department. And he already hates me."

"Who in their right mind could hate you?" His mind drifted for a moment to all the supposed rumors about her that were floating around. "Wait, is he the guy who got permanently banned from Chippy's?" He dug his feet in and there was no way she could pull him anywhere. "Why doesn't he like you?"

Jake was turning back to look into the building, ready to give this asshole a piece of his mind, but Jessica was still pulling on him. "Don't worry about it. Walk me to my car so we can make out." But he was going to worry about it. And yeah, he made out with her next to her car until he was starting to get hard again, which was honestly very painful now. And he was still thinking about it when he watched her pull away. He headed home to jerk off and start to consider what he could cook this weekend, but it still really irritated him that someone found something to dislike about the first woman he ever thought he could be serious with. Because in his mind, she was perfect. 

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"Luca, focus on the math, or I'm not going to embarrass myself on your skateboard."

"Sorry, Dr. Reed."

Jessica had to keep drawing her failing student's attention back to the problem sheet in front of him, but that threat really seemed to do the trick. For some reason, this kid really wanted to see her eat asphalt. And now he was solving all of the problems correctly. "Yes! Keep going." She watched him write out the long equation for the last question, and she murmured, "One just like that will be on the exam next week."

"Sweet," he replied with a smile. "I'll study this weekend. Weather is supposed to be shitty for surfing."

She rolled her eyes but collected his paper when he was finished. "This is all correct," she said as she stood up on the other side of the desk in her sneakers and pantsuit. "You just always rush instead of taking your time. I know you can pass my classes. You need them to graduate on time."

"I know," he whined and sat back in the other chair. "I'll keep coming to your office hours."

"Just keep trying and keep studying. I know it's not as hard as you think it is."

Then he stood and picked up his skateboard, and Jessica groaned. "Okay, but only for a minute."

"You say that now, but I think you're going to love it," Luca said as she followed him out of her office and down the hallway. "You're at least fifty years younger than everyone else who works here. You might think skateboarding is fun."

Jessica had to stifle a snort as they walked past Dr. Leeland's open door where he was napping in his chair. "That's not polite, Luca," she managed to say.

"Yeah, but it's still true."

On the ride down the elevator, she listened to him explain how to keep yourself balanced while riding. "Don't make any sudden movements. And don't lean backwards. Actually, don't lean forward either."

Jessica sighed. At least she could spend about a half second on this skateboard and then excuse herself back up to her office to pack up. Then she could call Jake on her way home and hear his sexy voice and talk about the weekend.

Once they were outside on the deserted sidewalk which was lit up by the dying sunset and campus security lights, Luca set the skateboard down with a huge grin on his face. "You're the coolest, Professor Reed. Now step up with your right foot."

She tried it and shook her head before planting both feet back on the ground. "Nope. It's already rolling away!"

"Here. I'll stand on the front so it won't move so much while you get on it."

With a deep sigh, she tried it again, but she started wobbling from side to side this time. "Luca!" she gasped, reaching for his outstretched hand. "This is not fun!"

He was laughing as he said, "It takes practice. Just hold my hand for a second and push off with your left foot." When he removed his foot from the board, she pushed off and went gliding forward as she screeched and held onto his hand with a death grip. "Yeah! That's it!" 

She jumped off, looked at him, and said, "Can I do it again?" 

Five minutes later, she was laughing as she tried pushing off with her right foot. "I can recommend a great skate shop for you!" Luca said as she slowly skated away from him and down the sidewalk. Damn, this was kind of addicting. She jumped down and skated back toward him as she cackled.

"You better move. I'm coming in hot!" she said, rolling so slowly it was laughable. Then she looked up into the icy blue eyes of Brian Conley who was scowling at her. She jumped awkwardly off of the skateboard, and it continued to roll to Luca who picked it up.

"What the hell are you doing, Dr. Reed?" Brian practically yelled even though she was right in front of him. She hated that she immediately felt tears stinging behind her eyes. "Can't you be professional for even just ten minutes?"

"I was just-" she started, but then Luca cut in when she really wished he wouldn't.

"It was my idea, Dr. Conley. Dr. Reed just finished tutoring me, and I thought it would be fun."

Brian just shook his head and sighed. "That's enough fun for one day I think."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Reed," Luca muttered as he hoisted his backpack on and started skating away. And then Jessica really wished she could vanish, because Jake was heading up the sidewalk at a blistering pace, a scowl on his handsome features while Brian went off.

"It's not your job to be messing around with your students. It is your job to be teaching them. I know for a fact that you have several students failing your classes, and I don't think skateboarding with them is quite the correct answer here, do you? If you think you're even close to being qualified for tenure, you are out of your mind!"

All she could picture was Leeland asleep during his office hours. All she wanted to do was relate to Luca a little bit to keep him interested in things. She was just upholding her end of the bargain since he did so great with the practice problems.

"You're such an asshole," she whispered as her vision blurred with unshed tears. 

When Brian took a step closer so that he was almost touching her, Jessica heard Jake's voice call out in a loud bark. "Hey! Why is she crying?"

"I'm okay," she said softly which just made her want to cry even more. She pushed Brian away from herself and walked the rest of the way toward Jake who had his hands in fists and fire in his eyes. "I'm okay." She had to plant both palms on his chest to get him to look at her instead of Brian. 

"Why are you crying?" he asked, gentler this time as Brian stormed back inside the building. "Should I be going after him?"

"No," she said as she hiccuped, and Jake pulled her against his chest so her glasses got smashed at a weird angle. But she immediately felt better. "What are you doing here?"

He rubbed her back and said, "I missed you and thought maybe you'd want to go to Chippy's after your office hours. I know you were supposed to help that kid Luca, but I figured you might feel like getting a Sam Adams with me. Didn't know I'd potentially have to kick that guy's ass."

Jessica felt like she was going to say something she had no business telling him yet. So she tamped down the words and instead said, "You don't need to kick Brian Conley's ass. He's not even worth it. And I would absolutely love to go to Chippy's with you."

She kissed Jake long and hard on the lips before leading him inside and back up to her office to pack up her things and lock the door. Then they walked across the street, hand in hand. Jake held the door for her, and he finally looked a little calmer now as he walked into Chippy's right behind her. 

"I'm just waiting for him to glare at me," Jake said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I really need to take you to the Hard Deck one night, because honestly, Penny could give him a run for his money."

"I'd love to see that," she said with her first smile since she was on the skateboard. She laced her fingers with Jake's and led him to an empty table.

"Reedy," Chippy called out, and sure enough, there was a special glare reserved for Jake. Jessica was beaming by the time he pulled out a stool for her and kissed her. 

"I'll be right back. Hopefully," Jake said with a look of extreme fear as he headed to the bar. This was her peaceful space away from Brian. And she felt safe with Jake and Chippy. And Jake was completely right; a beer and some peanuts were exactly what she needed right now. 

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Can't wait to check in with Beer Boy's former frat brother. And can't wait for Reedy to spend some more time at Jake's place. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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Petit Chasseur

Rook Hunt x Reader

Synopsis: In crewel's class, the task at hand is to transform a tadpole into a frog with a transformation potion, so how is it that you and Rook happened to transform your tadpole into a baby...?

Warnings: None, but MC is apparently a third year because I accidentally wrote for Rook being part of Potionology instead of the Science club and got way too far in before I realized it. This is how you and Rook started a family and lived happily ever after

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"Ah-? You say that's the right ingredient, but I assure you it was--"

"Too late!" You laughed, dropping a sprig of pine into the mixture, which had previously been just the right consistency and color.

It bubbled and smelled of sickly rotten flowers.

Rook gave an theatrical sigh. "Mon tricksteur, that was the last of our ingredients.. We were already warned that we shall not be supplied with more."

You frowned at the textbook. It didn't give you the list of ingredients, which Professor Crewel had listed at the beginning of the lesson. Still, you were certain it called for a sprig of pine. But the cauldron should have been filled with a light, sticky substance, and instead it was filled with something so gooey, Rook was having trouble stirring it the appropriate amount of paces.

"Hmm... what'd you think it was supposed to be, Rook?"

"It was two drops of liquid silver."

"Damn, are you totally sure?"

He gestured to the mixtures of the rest of the class, which bore a much closer resemblance to the intended result.

"Oui. If not, the whole class, myself included, must have had a mass hallucination."

"Aww..." You face palmed. "How do we fix this?" You asked out of exasperation, hoping he had a better answer.

"No ingredient that comes mind is in our possession. We shall have to turn it in as it is, sadly."

He stopped stirring and ladled it into a vial.

"Isolate a tadpole for me, s'il te plaît ."

"Yeah, but what's it gonna do?"

He laughed and shrugged. "We'll see."

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"It's two drops over the tadpole--"

"one, Two, THREE, there we go-- oh. Um. Two?"

Rook snickered. "Remind me never to partner with you again, Mon Tricksteur."

The tadpole stopped moving.

"Is it... dead?" You asked, as you watched in horror over the poor thing, layed out on a tray in shallow water.

"Hmm. Perhaps three drops was too much? Our potion had all the components for a basic transformation potion, the sprig shouldn't have affected it's transformative properties, only the outcome, so--"

The tadpole shivered as if coming back to life; Its flesh began to ripple with different colors and shapes as it mutated into a large, multicolored creature.

"Uhh--- Rook, that seems a little uhmmm, BIG FOR A FROG---"

You knocked Rook into the ground in your attempt to back up, taking the tray and the undulating creature down with you, to your horror.

You braced yourself for contact with the squishy thing, and felt something heavy hit your lap.

Rook picked it up swiftly before you even opened your eyes.

"Mon dieu! I've never seen such a thing."

You opened one of your tightly shut eyes to see a Rook staring in reverent awe at a tiny, cute baby bearing resemblance to him.

"What? What IS THAT---"

"Don't yell, you'll upset the poor thing. And would you look at that? It looks a bit like you too, doesn't it?"

The baby cooed as Rook brought it to his chest with one arm, holding it gently, while the baby outstretched its tiny little arms in your direction.

He put the baby against your crossed arms.

"The baby wants your touch," He said softly, watching as the baby nuzzled against your arm.

"Nuh-uh, no way, that is NOT a baby--"

"Transformation potions are thorough. The baby is, in fact, a baby."

"Still, I don't want to touch it, it's creepy--- why does it look like us??"

Rook took the feather from his cast-aside hat to tickle the baby with.

"If I had to take a guess, I'd say perhaps it was the third drop. The little nourrisson took on the appearance of you and I because we were the first to touch it. It fell on both of us at the same time."

"S-so now what do we do?" You reluctantly touched the baby, who was cuter than you'd like to admit.

"Tell the professor and let him sort the matter out."

He turned over the baby to you as he went to get the professor.

You held the infant, which cooed and fussed like a normal human baby, but looked eerily like you and Rook, bearing his rich blonde hair and green eyes, but your chin and cheekbones, and even the way your hair naturally parted.

You gave up your fingers to the child, who was fascinated by them.

You saw Rook speaking to the professor, but your attention was diverted back to the baby, who had begun crying when you focused on something else.

You shushed it gently.

"It's alright, little one.. we'll get this ironed out."

Bleary green eyes stared back at you as if to say, 'You better.'

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"It's permanent."

"You're kidding--"

You were already back at the Ramshackle dorm, feeding the baby with formula you'd had to beg and plead for Sam to find on such short notice.

"Non, I'm afraid not. The Professor looked extensively. There is no cure to this."

"So what do we do then? We can't just... keep it!"

Rook dropped down to the ground to tickle the baby, who was lying on a soft blanket.

"I think that we must. It's our responsibility, and the baby is biologically ours, so--"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BABY IS BIOLOGICALLY OURS?"

Your heart was racing out of your chest. What does this even mean for the two of you? You've always liked Rook, but not enough to throw yourself into raising a child with him-!

"You're shouting again, Mon Tricksteur. Oui, the baby is biologically ours, since it shares the equal traits of us both. We shall have to raise our dear infant."

Rook was on his knees beside you, amusing the baby with funny expressions and little exclamations of wonder.

Where would you go? You couldn't take care of a baby in a world you weren't familiar with, in which you had no one and nothing. Nothing but Rook, who had quite the full family of his own. Would they even accept this? Would they even like you?

Not even to speak of the challenges of raising a child, especially while going to school. Outside of your free-time, where would you even find the time to raise a baby?

Rook planted a kiss on your forehead, chuckling lightly.

"You're too nervous, my dear. You need to find the heart of passion, and throw yourself to the wind. I see it written across your face-- but there's no need to worry. I'm here for you."

You picked up the baby, cradling the small little bundle while Rook rested his arm across your back, taking in the scene. You were a family now. You were parents, so suddenly, so absolutely by surprise. And yet, as you were starting to warm up to the sweet child, you realized just how lucky you were to have Rook by your side, and a baby to love with him.

"Ah~ Mon Amour and my petit chasseur~"

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French vocabulary that I definitely did not get from Google translate:

s'il te plaît: please

Mon dieu: my god

nourrisson: infant/baby

Petit chasseur : Little hunter

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-June 28th, 2023

-Kaori

[signedeclipse]

Hello, it's me again! 🫣 I loved your headcanons about the blind reader! Especially the ones with Hantengu. 😊

This time I would like to request headcanons for Hantengu, Gyokko and Douma with a reader who has a chronic disease. I know this is a serious subject but it's very close to my heart because I suffer from one. I wondered how the demons would react to a partner who has chronic pain and often feels sick. They feel frustrated with themselves and get angry when they can't do certain things because of their illness. I can imagine that they envy the demons for their strength and health and have thought about becoming a demon themselves. They sometimes push themselves too much because they want to keep up with their demonic partner. But when their illness isn't flaring up, they always want to be as active as possible and be close to their partner.

Thank you in advance! Hope you have a wonderful day! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Douma | Gyokko | Hantengu [X Reader]

In which their s/o is struggling with their chronic pain and tries to push it aside.

Douma

He was always glad that the cold climate you had living with him helped, since for many it was more harmful than helpful

He was familiar with the idea that coolness helped inflammation and helped your body regulate, but he also had to make sure you weren't overdoing it and getting yourself sick

Douma can almost feel your guilt whenever he steps in, so he does his best to remind you in ways that seem less like him telling you

'Can you warm my jacket for me?'

'Could you get the fire started and watch over it until I get back?'

While it may feel good, it makes you more prone to staying out too long and medicine can be hard to get his hands on during certain times

The worst part for him is being so high ranked, because he knows you know of his strength

Will hide it and down play it all the time in hopes you stop thinking about it so often

How impressive could it be if it hurts his favourite human?

Douma would like you to join him in being a demon someday, but he hopes its because you want to be with him as opposed to because you want to escape yourself

Gyokko

His poison art was actually inspired by the fact that he produces a lot of antidotes for some of your more physical ailments to help soothe the feeling

Think aloe vera but so much better

Might even say you can only get it if you hug him so he can produce it where you touch him, but he won't force it if it's really bad and you just want to rest

He has fought in front of you before, so you've seen his regenerative capabilities and the ways he bounces back in seconds, its honestly irritating at times

If only you could sprout a new immune system, or some new joints

Gyokko insists that it's painful and more excruciating than it seems, but he's kind of lying just because he doesn;t want you to feel so inclined to demonise

He makes mini pots for the medicines and salves he learns to make with cork lids so you can use them when you need

Your own personal pharmacist but so so so much better

Hentengu

He's always found himself to be extremely weak and unlucky

But you manage to be so much more unfortunate than him, so he worries for and cries for you more than he does himself

You were so kind to love him, and yet the world cursed you terribly? It's so unfair

Worries that you could die anytime from your ailments even if you tell him that isn't how it works, so he prefers to remain in a range of you to which he can hear your breathing or heart rate

The clones are more than happy to keep you in shape, but Sekido especially keeps you from trying to match them in any way shape or form

"It's ridiculous to expect results like this as a human, we have lived for centuries you haven't."

Whenever you feel light headed or need fresh air Urogi will take you for a little flight, usually by a body of water such as the ocean to enjoy the best air possible

Karaku just jokes that he has enough muscle for the both of you so you'd be greedy to get even more muscular, I mean, leave some for the rest of the clones!

Hates the idea of turning you into a demon but any day if its really bad and you are in enough agony he would do it just to see you smile again

Authors Note - Originally I wasn't planning to do this request because I don't suffer from any chronic pain, but a friend of mine who does decided to beta read so here we are! I hope these can help in some way, wishing you the best <3

[aurumacadicus]

Pride Pockets 17--I Need A Dog's Life

Kink belongs at Pride. I will not be arguing a fact.

Anyway don't think about the fact that Tony can and has played as a pup alone because it will make you sad. As always I choose to cause psychic damage to Bucky whenever possible. No actual sex but lemon just to be safe. You can also find this fic on ao3 (here.) Look out for under the cut!

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Bucky turned the mask he’d found over in his hands slowly, taking in the details with a sharp, careful eye. It felt rubbery in his hands, but the inside was buttery soft. Seemed breathable, too, as he ran his thumbs under the eye holes. It was shaped like a dog’s head, with a muzzle and ears. There was a black rubber nose and a tongue hanging out of its open mouth. He turned it over in his hands again. The ears attached to it were longer than he expected, ending in scalloped edges, and covered with curly white fur from the scalloped edge up to the top of what he now recognized as a hood.

The hood’s base under the fur was pink. Somehow, while Tony had been explaining everything, he had never mentioned that when he pretended to be a dog, he liked to pretend he was a little pink poodle. He bit back the urge to smile fondly. Tony might run the tapes back later and think he was laughing at him, and it would break the tentative trust between them. He didn’t want to chance Tony even maybe thinking that, especially when it had obviously taken a lot of courage to tell him about it to begin with.

He set the hood on his lap and turned to aim his attention toward the unobtrusive trunk Tony had left out for him to look through, reaching in with careful fingers. There was a bolt of furry fabric, he thought, but then he held it up and realized it was a vest with white faux fur on the outside, curly like a poodle’s hair, just like the ears on the hood. His fingers lingered on it as he shifted where he sat, considering the texture of it, but finally, he picked it up and moved it aside. There was a set of… mitts? Boxing gloves? Bucky reached out for one to look it over. From what he could see, it looked like Tony would put his hands in the mitts and cinch them closed so he could have paws. That was… neat.

Before he could explore further, Bucky sensed eyes on him. He took a moment to wonder if he should pretend that he hadn’t noticed and keep exploring the trunk, but then he decided it was more important for Tony to feel heard, that he would know that Bucky would check in just to make sure everything was still alright. He laid his arm on the trunk and turned to look back toward the closet door, heart breaking a little when he saw Tony peeking in at him, looking bored, even though Bucky knew in his gut that he was terrified.

“So,” Tony said, casually crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. He cleared his throat, eyes landing on the trunk instead of meeting Bucky’s gaze. “Anything looking like a deal breaker yet?”

Bucky took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, trying to center himself. “Honey, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you pretending that you’re a dog is one of the least weird things about you. You once ate an entire sushi boat by yourself and then looked at me and said, and I quote, ‘I think I hate sushi.’”

“Anyone would say that after eating fifty pieces of sushi,” Tony barked defensively. “And you could have helped me, coward.”

“And you think this cute mask is going to make me leave you compared to what you just said?” Bucky scoffed, looking down at the mask again. His finger trailed over the hood’s nose. “This is adorable. I bet you’re a cute dog.”

Tony said nothing for a moment, staring at him, as if he was looking for even a hint of a lie in his face. Bucky didn’t let any hesitation or confusion show in response. He’d had a lot of practice early in their relationship, when Tony had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. This was too important for any misunderstandings. Yeah, it was technically pretty weird, but not in a way that put Bucky off—just in a way that made him want to understand more.

“…I’m always cute,” Tony finally said, and Bucky would allow himself a relieved fist pump later. He shifted on his feet, then finally took a step closer, bending at the waist to peer into the trunk. “Anything in there that you don’t understand?”

“Everything’s pretty straightforward, I think,” Bucky said, leaning over to look in as well. “It’s really only the mechanics I think I have questions about, but, you know, I’m a quick study.”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, finally dropping to his knees beside the trunk so he could paw inside, examining the contents as if he hadn’t been the one who put them there. “Worst case scenario, I just play by myself. I’ve done it before, so it’s no big deal.”

Bucky didn’t do him the disservice of insisting he could play with him despite his reservations. Tony had only explained the barest bones of what he liked to do, and that was just… dress up like a dog. Which, he decided, staring at the furry vest and the paw mitts, was probably a healthier outlet for him than overworking or drinking, things he’d used to do in his youth. “Why is your mask pink?” he asked as Tony finally pulled out a harness with a tail on it.

Tony lifted his head to blink up at him placidly. “Oh. Because I like being a bitch in heat sometimes, and it helps remind handlers to call me a good girl,” he answered, and Bucky choked on a gasp and started coughing. Luckily, he saw fit to ignore Bucky’s surprise to continue, “It’s been a while since I’ve done that, though. It’s no fun pretending to be in heat if there isn’t a stud around to do something about it—”

“I can be a stud,” Bucky croaked. He wasn’t quite sure what that might entail, but if his minor understanding of dog breeding was accurate, he could extrapolate.

Tony lifted his head to give him a slow, disbelieving blink, hands still buried in the trunk. “…Are you just offering that because you like having sex with me? Or are you trying to do something for me?”

Bucky instinctively balked at the question, but then he took a moment to regroup, before he said something that might hurt both of them. He considered the question instead of jumping to defend himself. Was he only asking because he liked having sex with Tony? He was offering up something a lot more intimate than he had before. Sex was good, but this was a kink Tony had, and it had taken him quite a lot of courage to admit it. He didn’t want Tony to think he wasn’t taking him seriously.

He tried to imagine Tony in the hood he was still holding, the vest with its immaculate curls and the mitts with pink paw prints on the underside. Tony barking and crawling around on all fours like a dog. He tried to imagine himself doing the same thing. He pushed past the instinctive ‘that’s weird’ and ‘I could never,’ because he never would have expected Tony to be able to do it either, and he apparently enjoyed it enough that he was willing to do it by himself, even if his partner couldn’t see the appeal.

It might be nice, to be able to clear his head and just… be someone else. Something else. Not Bucky Barnes, recovering assassin and prisoner-of-war. Sometimes he still felt the need to run away, or got stuck in his head. The idea that he could escape all that, if only for a moment, to be someone who just focused on the next bowl of food or next belly rub… Something that got to pad around the house, and make noise, and sleep whenever he wanted, to take up space and…know he was taken care of. It didn’t sound terrible. At all.

Bucky cleared his throat, then haltingly answered, “I like having sex with you. But. I think. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try. I don’t… need all the fancy stuff. Just the hood and the. Tail probably.” He looked back down at the hood in his hands, thumbs stroking over its cheeks. “I want to make you happy. And. Sex is… normal. Not normal—comforting? Something I know how to do. I could probably figure it out as a… a dog. I mean, it’ll probably actually be easier that way, won’t it? Pure, uh, animalistic need.” He sucked in a deep breath carefully, then looked back up at Tony. “So I guess. I’m asking you for both reasons.”

Tony stared at him for a long time, eyes lingering on the hood Bucky was still gently stroking his thumbs over before drawing them back up to meet Bucky’s. “I don’t think you’d make a particularly convincing poodle. Poodles are smart.”

Bucky blinked, mouth dropping open in shock. When it registered that Tony had dropped a joke on him, he couldn’t help a bark of laughter. “Hey!” Tony offered a shy smile, and Bucky took that as a sign that the eggshells he’d been carefully stepping over had been swept away. “I can be a different dog. Crossbreeds are popular these days, aren’t they?”

Tony hummed thoughtfully, leaning back on his hands. “Hm. I’ve won awards. My owner would probably only want to breed more poodles than waste a pregnancy on mutts.”

Bucky felt his face twist into a filthy leer, but he couldn’t stop it if his life depended on it. He leaned in toward him, licking his lips as Tony slanted him a coy look from under his lashes. “Tony. Are you by chance referencing my fantasy where this ol’ Brooklyn boy seduces and ruins a Manhattan socialite?” Tony tipped his head, not answering, but his eyes glanced back at the hood in Bucky’s lap. It clicked for him then exactly what Tony was trying to do—to make it something he could get off on doing, too. He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen this movie. Natasha bullied me into watching it with her as part of my ‘reintroduction.’ I’m not sure how I feel about making a Lady and the Tramp sequel.”

“They already made one, and I’m still mad you guys covered the fifties and sixties while I was out of town,” Tony retorted, scowling. “I wanted to watch The Sword in the Stone with you guys. I had a lot of opinions!”

“You own several versions of Arthurian legend. I gleaned your opinions,” Bucky said, but Tony was already extolling the virtues of each iteration of the Arthurian legend, up to and including children’s books, and he knew the puppy play thing was going to be tabled for a while.

.-.

To Bucky’s mortification, as he was mulling everything over later, the idea of entwining his fantasy into something with dogs… didn’t necessarily seem weird, or even particularly difficult. Tony had indulged him in his fantasy several times, and tweaking it here and there so he was a dog horny jerk sullying Tony’s reputation was… doing something for him. Mounting Tony with the looming threat of an angry owner sent a thrill through him, especially as he compared it to his fantasies where he was snatching a sought-after beau out from the claws of other wealthy socialites who his parents had actually wanted to match him with.

He found himself checking out websites for different styles of hoods. Something… tougher. As tough as a mask could be, anyway. He couldn’t help but wonder what Tony would like. He wanted it to be good for him. It had taken a lot for him to admit that he partook in puppy play, and Bucky had noticed that Tony had held himself tight, as if he was getting ready to run, or… preparing for a blow. He tried not to think about Tony’s issues too much, but it was fucking hard sometimes. It made him work harder to make him happy. But every surprised smile that Tony gave him was worth it.

Bucky finally decided on a brown hood with pointed ears. It was less cutesy than Tony’s poodle one, and it appeared to have a wider mouth, which he wanted so that he was less likely to be triggered by the memory of the muzzle he’d had to wear under Hydra. He sent the link over to Tony with a simple question mark. He didn’t really know what else to say, after all. He wasn’t as invested in this as much as Tony was, so he’d go with his preferences.

Have you ever considered wearing a knotted sheath on your dick? was the only response he got back, and Bucky sat back in his seat to stare at the wall and wonder if he would ever know everything about this time—or, barring that, everything about Tony.

.-.

Luckily, Tony was okay with him foregoing the sheath thing. “It was a bit much to expect when you’ve never played before, anyway,” Tony had said, packing it away, but luckily, he hadn’t looked mad or even upset about it.

Bucky looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. The hood was a little claustrophobic, but the discomfort was negligible. He’d also decided on a black tank-top to cover his torso, because he’d been feeling the fur on Tony’s vest, and it felt kind of itchy after prolonged experience with it. Tony had offered to buy a different vest, but Bucky saw no point when a fix as simple as a shirt was on the table. Maybe, if they decided they wanted to continue with this, he could; until then, there was no point shelling out for something only to use it once when Tony already liked what he had.

Bucky had put on his leather riding gloves instead of committing to a full paw, and he flexed a hand carefully just to check and see if Tony liked it as much as he usually did. To his gratification, Tony’s eyes slanted over from where he was fixing his vest. He flexed his hand again, until the leather creaked under the strain, and Tony began leaning toward him.

Then he blinked, as if stunned, and reached out to smack the back of his hand into Bucky’s shoulder. “Cut that out.”

“Fine,” Bucky huffed, amused, and lifted both his hands to catch the mitt Tony threw at him in response, apparently unimpressed by how sorry he wasn’t. He loosened the laces so that Tony could easily shove his hand in. “You’re sure you’re okay with me just wearing the hood and tail?”

“Every new pup’s gotta start somewhere,” Tony answered reasonably, twisting his hand back and forth. “I like the laces tied in a bow.”

Bucky shook his head a little, smiling. “Of course.”

Tony waited until Bucky gave his ‘paw’ a little pat, then shoved the other mitt at him. “I didn’t see any knee pads when I was looking through your stuff, so I bought you some.”

“Thanks,” Bucky answered, focusing on tightening the laces on his other mitt. Then what Tony said registered, and he blinked once, twice, before finally looking up at Tony’s face. “Huh?”

“…I only have a couple rugs in the penthouse?” Tony explained slowly, raising an eyebrow at him. “Bucky, I know you heal quickly, but even your knees will be fucking killing you after an hour on my wood floors.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m only gonna mount you for an hour,” Bucky retorted immediately. Then he actually thought about how it would feel for his knees to be on Tony’s wood floors for an hour and winced.

“You’re such a fucking dumb ass,” Tony sighed, but he looked endlessly fond instead of annoyed. He shook his head with a slight roll of his eyes, then nodded down his body.

Bucky obediently looked down, eyes skipping over the furry vest. They lingered on his dick for a moment, but then got distracted by the leather straps of the harness holding Tony’s tail up. Tony looked good in leather. He should bring that up later. Get him some other harnesses, maybe.

“Further down, Casanova,” Tony ordered, but he couldn’t quite keep the amusement out of his voice.

Bucky blinked, trying to remember he was looking for a reason beyond ‘yes, Tony is attractive, and I get to look.’ He dropped his eyes further, trying to see what Tony wanted him to. And there, wrapped around Tony’s knees, were a pair of lightly scuffed, white knee pads. “Oh.” He looked up at Tony with a huff of affront. “Those weren’t in the trunk.”

“They need to be cleaned more often, so I just do them all at once,” Tony answered with a shrug. “You know I have like. Three pairs in the workshop, too. So doing them all together is just easier.”

Bucky blinked again. “I did not know you had three pairs of knee pads in the workshop.”

Tony stared at him for a moment, mouth dropping open. Nothing came out for several seconds, though, and that was all the warning Bucky got before Tony turned and grabbed up a spare shirt between his gloves. Then he started thwapping him with it with more force than he would have thought possible with his hands stuck in his paw mitts. “Of course I have knee pads for the workshop, you idiot! You’re lucky my knees even fucking work after I crawl out from under a car! My knees have been in use longer than you’ve been fucking awake!”

“Okay,” Bucky answered, hands flying up to block the fabric’s dull ‘thwap’s. “Okay! I get it.”

Tony smacked him one last time, just for good measure, scowling. “I should take back the pair I bought for you.”

“You should,” Bucky agreed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry that I forget your joints are old. Is that what you want to hear?”

“…You could grovel a bit,” Tony decided, allowing Bucky to take the shirt from between his mitts.

Bucky hooked his hand behind Tony’s neck and dragged him in, pressing his lips into his throat through the hood’s mouth so he could feel his pulse kick up rabbit-fast against them. “What if I rub your feet when we’re done instead? I don’t really want to grovel in a dog get-up.”

Tony hummed, reluctantly pulling himself away so he could give Bucky a long once-over. “It would be weird,” he agreed petulantly. “Even for me. But! I want a half an hour on each foot.”

“Sure,” Bucky replied, amused. He took a moment to stretch his shoulders, first one side and then the other, just to watch the way Tony’s eyes lingered on them, before he reached out to grab the knee pads that Tony had kindly purchased for him. “Well. I suppose I’ll meet you out in the living room.”

Tony gave him a long, slow blink, then nodded in agreement, turning to leave the closet so he could go… prepare? Bucky still wasn’t really sure he understood what Tony meant about getting into ‘the right head space.’ “Don’t forget to test the knee pads out to make sure they’re on right,” he added over his shoulder. “It sucks when you’re halfway through a fuck and you realize your knee pad’s coming off and your knee is starting to hurt.”

“Huh!?” Bucky barked after him, because it sounded like Tony was speaking from experience and as it turned out, he really wanted to know what that experience was, but Tony swanned out without another word before he could corner him about it.

[atwingeofcringe]

Whittle Bear

A/N: hey, its me, the person who said she wants more mean and scary jason. but here i am with the exact opposite lmfao! anyway, i wanted to kinda write a 'prequel', or whatever you wanna call it, to Little Bear. sorry for the title, i had no idea what else to call it!

Summary: You want to impress Jason with a gift!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,058

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Why can’t you just recreate the image in your head? Why does this have to be so difficult? How does Jason have the patience for something like this?

You huffed in annoyance and glared down at the small object in your hand. After hours of carefully shaving away bits with your small knife, it just wasn’t shaping out the way you imagined it to, no matter what you did. Sadly, it seemed to be only getting worse.

About a week ago you discovered Jason sitting on the porch, knife in hand, something you couldn’t quite see in the other. A small pile of what looked like wood shavings gathered on the ground and created a small layer dust on his black boots. He was hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees and seemed to be absorbed in his task.

You tilted your head slightly in curiosity, a little mannerism you subconsciously picked up from Jason, and walked over to his side.

“What’s that?” You asked, peering over his shoulder.

Jason straitened his posture and held up the his hand so you could get a good look at what he was doing. A small wooden deer rested in the middle of his flattened palm. It looked nearly done, only the antlers remained looking unfinished.

“You made that?!”

It was just something he had been doing when he had the time. He didn’t think much of it, really. But when he saw your eyes light up and a delighted smile on your face he felt his chest swell with pride.

He let you pick up the deer and inspect it. You turned it over a few times, admiring the details and care that went into it. He was using a crappy little knife to shave away the wood but he still managed to make it look amazing. The handmade quality and the fact that Jason made it himself made it that much more endearing. You handed it back to him and leaned against his side, resting your arm over his shoulders and watching as he started carving away at the antlers again.

He made it look so easy. But you quickly came to realize that it was the exact opposite. Especially now since he wasn’t there to give you any guidance. You wanted to surprise him though. You wanted to use the tips and skills he taught you and make him something. It was supposed to be a bear but the thing in your hand looked far from it.

How much more can you shave away before there’s just no saving it?

Sigh

You slouched back in your chair and huffed again, rolling your eyes. Maybe if you squinted hard enough you could make out the shape of the bear. The body was bulky, the legs were uneven, the ears were more pointed than rounded, and the face and head were lopsided.

Maybe more than a weeks worth of practice would be better, you thought. But you were too impatient. You want to be good at it now! You wanted to create something that would make Jason proud but now you didn’t want to show it to him at all. You stood up and walked into the cabin, tossing the knife and ugly bear carving onto the table as you entered the kitchen for some tea.

Hours later, the sound of the front door squeaking open caught your attention. You practically flew towards the door in excitement as you couldn’t wait to see your favorite person in the whole world.

“Jason!” You exclaimed happily when you finally saw him.

He was happy to see you too but knowing how you tended to jump into his arms after not seeing him for so long, he held up a hand signaling for you to stop. Of course you stopped in your tracks but couldn’t help yourself from bouncing on your toes in anticipation. You waited patiently for him to take his machete off his belt and set it aside, then shed his blood covered jacket, you’d help him clean that later, then lastly his mask. When he was done he turned back to you and held out his arms.

You launched yourself at him and he caught you, lifting you until your feet left the floor. “I missed you!” You pressed your lips against his cheek, his skin feeling a bit cold from the chilly night air.

Jason missed you too, so much. Any time he goes out you’re practically the only thing on his mind. He hates being away for so long but he feels what he does is necessary to protect you. Jason hugged you tightly a few seconds longer before setting you back on your feet. Before he could stand back up straight you cupped his face and kissed his lips.

“I made dinner,” you said when you pulled away. “But that was a bit ago and it’ll need to be warmed up a bit. You hungry?”

He nodded and followed you to the kitchen. You rummaged through the fridge, taking out everything you made and placing it back into the oven to heat it up. As Jason went to take a seat at the table he spotted something and picked it up curiously.

After you closed the oven you turned to see Jason holding your terrible attempt at whittling a bear.

“Ah, no!” Your face was suddenly very hot as your tried to grab the bear from him. He quickly moved it out of reach and held it up high enough so you couldn’t jump for it either. “It’s so embarrassing!”

Embarrassing? Why would you be embarrassed?

“I wanted to make you a gift but i need more practice.” You said, disappointment taking over your expression. “I’m just gonna throw it out and try again some other time.”

Jason looked at you in surprise. You made him a gift and you want to just throw it out?! That is absolutely not going to happen.

You looked at the sad attempt at a bear in his hand with a frown, your feelings of frustration from earlier coming back. “It’s just so… bad.” you poured and crossed your arms.

Jason had to admit that it is… bad. But you’ve only picked up the hobby a week ago. He could also still tell right away what it was supposed to be. He loved it for the fact alone that you made it and now that he knows you made it for him, it only made him love it even more. Jason softly took your hand and placed the bear in your palm, then placed your hand over his heart.

Your expression softened and couldn’t hold back a bashful smile.

“Okay, okay!” You giggled and playfully rolled your eyes. “I won’t toss it, I promise!”

Jason smiled and leaned down, kissing your forehead. You gave him

back the little wooden bear and turned back towards the oven.

“At least not while you’re looking.” You mumbled but made sure you were still loud enough for him to hear.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise once again and he grabbed your hand, making you turn back around. You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

“I’m kidding!”

He gave you a suspicious look and held the bear protectively in his hands.

“No, really, I’m glad you like it because, even though it might not look like it, it took a long time to do.”

He has no doubt about that at all. He knows the patience and time it takes. He held his new treasure, his fingers gliding over the wood. It’s true that the bear didn’t look good but, to him, it was perfect.

Jason felt around in his jacket pocket, making sure the bear was still in there. His fingers brushed against it and he smiled. He hasn’t parted with it since the night you have it to him and checks multiple times a day to make sure he hasn’t lost it while out in the forest. Then, he reached into his pants pocket and to make sure the item he placed in there earlier was still there. After quickly confirming it was, he opened the front door and stepped inside.

“Jason!”

You dropped your book and stood from your spot in front of the fireplace, blanket being thrown to the side. Jason quickly braced himself as you threw yourself into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and smushed your face into his neck. He lifted you off your feet, holding you securely against him, and walked over to your spot by the fireplace.

He set you back down and took off his jacket, carelessly tossing it across the couch. Then he gently gripped your hand as he sat on the floor, his back leaning against the couch, and placed you between his legs with your back resting against his chest. His mask was tossed behind him onto the couch, then his arms circled around your waist and his face nuzzled into your shoulder, leaving a few kisses there. You sighed in content and let your head fall back against his chest.

You both stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Your finger tips glided back and forth in a comforting manner across his forearm. Every once in a while Jason would press a kiss to your temple or make you look up at him so he could kiss your lips.

Jason pulled his legs up and rested his elbows in his knees, his arms held out in front of you with his palms facing up. You placed your hands on his much larger ones and smiled when they gently closed around yours. His thumbs rubbed soft circles on the back of your hands for a few minutes before intertwining his fingers with yours.

The combination of the warmth from the fire and resting against Jason’s chest eventually made you feel sleepy. A yawn forced its way out of your throat and your eyes started to feel heavy.

Jason hadn’t forgotten about the object in his pocket but was unsure of when to show it to you. But he wanted to give it to you before you fell asleep and he’d have to wait longer. His hand slipped from yours and he rummaged in his pocket until he felt item of interest.

Your eyes had fallen closed for just a few seconds until you felt Jason’s hand under yours again. You could feel him pressing something small into your palm. Tiredly, you picked up your head and looked down, then enclosed your hand around the object. You turned your hand over and opened your hand to reveal a small wooden carving in the shape of a heart.

Suddenly you were feeling slightly more awake and your gaze shot up to look at Jason.

“You made this?” You asked surprised.

Jason lifted his index finger to his forehead and swung the tip of his finger out, then pointed at you.

For you.

Your heart leaped in your chest as it felt like a swarm of butterflies were now fluttering around in your stomach. Heat rose in your cheeks and a big smile spread across your face as you held the heart carving against your chest.

“I love it so much!” You exclaimed. “You’re too sweet!”

You cupped the side of Jason’s face and pressed your lips against his opposite cheek, squishing his face into yours as you excitedly kissed him. He smiled and leaned into your touch, happy that you liked his gift.

When you pulled away he drew your attention back to heart carving and turned it over in your hand. On the other side was the initials of your name etched into the middle right beside his. It reminded you of how sometimes people would do this in trees as a sign of their love.

Your heart was absolutely melting for this man. You turned yourself fully around in his lap and stood up on your knees, then slammed your lips onto Jason’s. Your arms looped around his neck and, when he recovered from the surprise, his hands tugged at your waist, pulling you against him and kissing you back.

“I love you so much.” You said after pulling away. But you immediately kissed him again, gripping the little wooden heart tightly in your hand.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

How are shadows/personas different from demons?

This is going to be a long one, sweet!

First, let´s discuss shadows and demons from a Doylist perspective: The franchise mostly treats them as if they were the same thing. That´s because P1 and P2 are more closely tied to the main SMT games, being more clear on the fact that Persona is from the same timeline as Devil Summoner and all that. After P2:EP they did a soft reboot and began coming up with new terminology, for example, changing the names of the main enemies from "demons" to "shadows". This could be either to stick closer to the Jungian mythos or separate the Persona franchise from the main SMT one. For them, demons and shadows (lowercase "s") could be the same thing, changing only their purpose and use depending on if you´re a Devil Summoner (like Tamaki or Kyouji) or a Persona User (like literally everyone else). We can see some differences if we pay attention, like the fact demons can appear anywhere at anytime while shadows are relegated to a specific place or event. Nyarlathotep is mostly seen as having complete control over demons while Nyx is declared as the origin of all shadows. But really? These are too little and too few differences to really separate them as different entities. Anyone can ally with a demon or shadow if they like you, they are both defeated by a Persona or other demons, lots of them can be found near places where a higher being has control, they are not the actual beings they´re called after but representations, Jack Frost...

In-universe, though? You would believe Igor would be helpful, having appeared in every game, but he just changes their terminology as if they were socks. Whose to say that Nyarly just took demons/shadows as part of his sphere of influence since Nyx wasn´t doing much of anything? Or that any other "god" just shaped the way they worked according to what they needed for their "games"? Heck, I would be more inclined to believe that they ARE actually the same thing. We can´t take P2 as the base for how they work since Nyarly was fucking everything up so rumors became reality, thinning the walls between the physical world and the Unconscious. But if they are the same... what is their actual name? Someone but be wrong, right? For this, we´re going to have to check the moment the Persona Users first named their enemies. See if their sources are trustworthy, since I believe Igor just goes along with whatever his guests call them.

Elly is the one to name them "demons" in P1 while the Kirijo Group named them "shadows". Neither of them are credible sources (sorry, Elly, but you saw them for the first time that day). The real deal starts when its Teddie, an actual member of their species, who calls them "shadows". Morgana, though less credible than Teddie, also calls them shadows. So, that´s the correct term, right?

Philemon, one of the two most powerful beings in the Persona universe (aside from whatever the fuck Nyx is), calls them "demons". The way I see it is that these boogers call themselves "shadows", while Dr. Phil, Nyarly, and similar beings call them "demons". The reason Igor uses the terms interchangeably is that they are both technically correct.

In truth, what we call demons or shadows are actually archetypes from the Collective Unconscious. All the little boogers were plucked from their homes in the Sea of Souls or wandered too far and ended up as lackeys in dungeons, palaces, a god´s game, or just in the way of a Persona User trying to grind for XP.

Being a Jungian archetype, demons/shadows can easily become Personas once they connect with a Wild Card´s psyche. That´s why they ask questions to see if they vibe with you or to see if you´re gay (This happened to my friend Tatsuya). Demons/shadows are already patterns of thought and behavior just waiting for realization. Innate potential. But for now they´re just... shadows.

Teddie is just a beary smart archetype that gained a conscience of its own, and continued learning from the people around him. Look at him go!

[aishangotome]

Elbert Greetia: Chapter 7

Chapter 6

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Victor: Ahahaha, you've collected a lot again this time. It's a grand sight!

It was early morning, the day after attending a party for collectors.

I stood dumbfounded at the doorway, alongside Victor, as servants carried one beautiful item after another into Elbert's room.

(When did he get all of these...?)

I thought it was only supposed to be one item...

Elbert: It increased while I was doing the paperwork with that art dealer.

Elbert coughed sadly as he watched the items being crammed into his room.

Elbert: It seems like they were all duds again this time...

("Duds"...)

(Does that mean none of these were the "most beautiful thing in the world" that Elbert is looking for?)

Victor: Well, well, it sounds like that dealer was a good lead.

Victor: There's no better way to gain their trust and get in their good graces than by being a collector like you, Elbert.

(So this is also what Victor meant when he said Elbert was "well-suited" for this task.)

(As expected, I guess... He really knows the nature of the Crown's people.)

Victor: Alright, then I'll return the stolen goods to their owners.

Elbert: ...Yeah. ...Do as you please.

Victor: Oh, is it that time already? Well then, I'll see you both at dinner.

After Victor, with his long, lustrous hair, left through the door and the room fell silent.

I glanced at Elbert from the side.

His profile looked terribly haggard.

As if the piled-up collection was confronting him with the fact that "what he's looking for hasn't been found."

Kate: ...I'm sure you'll find it next time.

Elbert: ...Yeah, you're right.

When I looked for that painting of the sea with the surging waves, the one he obtained by overpowering someone with his ability, it was tossed aside against the wall, and I was struck by an indescribable unease.

(I thought that Elbert's search for beautiful things might be a bit of a hobby...)

-That must not be it.

*flashback*

Thin Man: U...gh, stop... Don't come!

Elbert: ...Would you please not run away?

-

Elbert: ...I'm glad the painting wasn't damaged.

Elbert: It might be what I'm looking for.

*flashback over*

(I feel like some more terrifying impulse was driving him.)

I don't think the kindness Elbert showed me and Daisy was a lie or pretense.

That's why the sense of discomfort grew even stronger.

(For the gentle Elbert to discard something he obtained by doing something like that...)

It could be seen as a terribly selfish and cruel act - far removed from the Elbert I know.

Elbert: ...Kate?

Kate: Yes?

Elbert: ...

When I looked up, Elbert blinked in surprise.

His expression, almost childlike, made the discomfort I felt at the party seem like a dream.

Kate: Sorry, I was spacing out. Is something the matter?

Elbert: ...If there's anything you want, you can take it.

Kate: Something I want?

Elbert: What I got yesterday might be mixed with stolen goods... If it's not that, then anything.

I looked around Elbert's room.

(They're all beautiful, but I think they'd be too much for me.)

Kate: Ah.

Elbert: ...Did you find something?

Kate: There's that rabbit stuffed animal that fell on Lord Elbert's head before.

Elbert: Ah... that one.

What caught my eye was the white rabbit that led me to the blue poppy.

A light blue ribbon was tied around its neck in a distorted shape.

(I was curious about it when I saw it before...)

Kate: Why is the ribbon vertical on that one?

Elbert: ...

Elbert: That's...

After starting to say something, Elbert looked down.

(D-Did I ask something I shouldn't have...?)

The somewhat dejected atmosphere made me a little anxious.

Elbert: It came undone the day I bought it.

Elbert walked through the collection to a shelf and gently picked up the rabbit stuffed animal.

Elbert: I've been making specimens and pressed flowers since I was a child, so... I'm good with my hands, but

Elbert: I've never been good at tying ribbons... They always end up like this.

Kate: ...!

Elbert: So... in the end, I left it like this.

Kate: So it was Lord Elbert who retied the ribbon.

(Not being good at tying a bow, that's kind of a cute weakness.)

(Huh? But...)

Kate: You said you "weren't interested in anything that wasn't beautiful,"

Kate: but why did you retie this child's ribbon?

Elbert: Huh...?

Lord Elbert blinked his eyes, as if to say he had never even thought about it.

Elbert: Now... why would I...? I don't remember.

(You don't remember... it means you did it unconsciously, right?)

The cute stuffed animal is nestled limply in Lord Elbert's hands, which are as beautiful as a work of art.

It looks so relaxed that it makes me smile.

(Maybe Lord Elbert isn't completely uninterested in everything he collects...)

The kindness of Lord Elbert that I know seems to be reflected in the crooked ribbon... and it made me a little happy.

(I still don't know what drives Lord Elbert,)

(But even if I find out in the next month... whatever the reason, I'll accept it.)

As I renew my resolve, the discomfort in my chest clears up.

(It's thanks to this rabbit and the ribbon tied in a knot.)

(...I'd be sad if this was thrown away.)

Kate: If you don't mind, could you give me that?

Elbert: This... rabbit stuffed animal?

Lord Elbert tilted his head curiously and looked at the rabbit in his hand.

Elbert: You want something like this...?

Kate: Yes, I want this one.

Elbert: ...You want strange things, don't you?

Kate: I like this one.

Elbert: I see... Well, if that's what you want.

Elbert is still tilting his head curiously, staring at the stuffed animal I chose.

(He looks like he's having a staring contest with a rabbit, it's kind of cute.)

Kate: If this ones ribbon comes undone, would you tie it back for me?

Elbert: Why? I'm sure you'd tie it much more beautifully.

Kate: ...I like the way this ribbon is tied in a vertical knot.

Elbert: .............

Elbert: ...You really are a bit strange.

(Ah... he smiled.)

My heart warms at the amused smile I'm seeing for the first time today.

(If I stay in this room, he might end up with that gloomy look on his face again...)

(I don't want him to go back to looking sad.)

The thought that suddenly popped up quickly grew bigger.

(I wonder if I can keep his mind off of his "search" for the rest of the day?)

(I feel like Elbert needs to rest his mind.)

Kate: Um, Lord Elbert...

Elbert: Hmm? What is it?

Kate: Would you like to go out for lunch or something?

-

Jesse: Well, I'll be! If it isn't Kate!

Kate: Hello, Aunt Jesse! Long time no see!

Elbert: ............

With Victor's permission, Elbert and I were visiting a bakery in London.

Jesse: I was worried when I heard you suddenly started working at the palace! I'm glad to see you're doing well!

Aunt Jesse, a familiar face, greeted us cheerfully at the storefront.

Elbert: Where is this...?

Kate: It's a bakery I used to come to sometimes after work.

(I think it's a place Elbert, from the upper class, isn't familiar with...)

(So it should be a fresh and stimulating change of pace for him.)

(More than anything, this is the place...)

Jesse: You're going to eat here, right? It's just lunchtime. Come on in, you two.

Elbert: ...Me too?

Elbert: .............

-

After we sat down facing each other, freshly baked bread was brought over by Aunt Jesse.

Kate: Mmm...!

(The chefs at Crown Castle are top-notch, of course...!)

Kate: But the bread here is the best...!

I couldn't help but blurt out after taking a bite, and Aunt Jesse laughed cheerfully beside me.

Jesse: I love seeing Kate's sloppy face any time.

Kate: D-Did you really think that...?

Jesse: Ahahaha! Sorry, sorry, by sloppy I meant cute.

Jesse: You eat a lot too, young man! I'll bring you some soup now.

Elbert: ...Thank you...

Elbert quietly watched the hustle and bustle of the bakery from his seat.

Of course, even here, Elbert stands out.

(But... this shop has Aunt Jesse's motto.)

(There shouldn't be anyone here who stares rudely at people or openly judges their appearance.)

That was one of the reasons I chose this place.

Suddenly, a little boy came up to our table and stared intently at Elbert.

Chestnut Haired Boy: Big brother, why do you have such a gloomy face?

Kate: !?

(I know he doesn't mean any harm, but um...!)

Elbert: Gloomy... face...

Jesse: Hey, I always tell you it's rude to comment on people's appearance!

Aunt Jesse's voice suddenly rings out.

In the small bakery, conversations from the corner of the shop could be heard all the way to the kitchen.

Jesse: And it's against the rules of this shop to talk about things people are born with!

This is Aunt Jesse's motto.

Chestnut Haired Boy: I know, but facial expressions aren't something you're born with, right?

The boy turned to Elbert again and pulled the corners of his mouth up with his index fingers.

Chestnut Haired Boy: You should smile, like this, see? Nee.

Elbert put his index fingers to his mouth, imitating the boy.

Elbert: ...Nee...

(Elbert is actually doing it...!)

The adorable sight made the corners of my mouth lift involuntarily.

Chestnut Haired Boy: Yeah, that's it! It's better to smile!

Elbert: ...Yeah, thank you.

Young Man in Hunting Cap: That's right, if you smile here, you get half off your lunch.

Jesse: That's the first time I've heard of that rule!

Young Man in Hunting Cap: Oops, I guess you heard me.

The young man at the next table laughed with Aunt Jesse in a familiar rhythm.

Young Man in Hunting Cap: Hey, aren't you only eating parsley?

Kate: Oh, now that you mention it...

Elbert: Ah... I like bitter things.

(So that's how it is...!)

It was the first time I'd heard about Elbert's food preferences, and it made me happy for some reason.

Jesse: I see. Well, it's good enough if you can eat what you like.

Jesse: They say you like bitter things when your heart is tired.

(His heart is tired...)

Youth: That's a prejudice. I don't have any worries right now, but I like bitter things.

Chestnut Haired Boy: Big brother! Do you want my parsley?

Jesse: Hey, don't force things you don't like on others!

Aunt Jesse came over from the kitchen with a large bowl.

Jesse: I'll give this person a new serving, so you eat your own.

Jesse: Here, I'll give you an extra today! Eat up.

Elbert: .....!

A generous amount of fresh parsley was piled onto Elbert's plate.

Elbert blinked his eyes at the mountain of parsley.

Kate: Um, Auntie, isn't this a bit too much?

Jesse: Oh, is it?

Elbert: ...Ah. But...

Elbert: ...Thank you.

Jesse: Hehe, you're welcome.

Chestnut Haired Boy: Aw, you can't smile after all, big brother.

I was so happy that Elbert was at the center of the overlapping gentle laughter.

He was usually sad and worried, but now he seemed to be showing a variety of emotions:

Dejected, surprised, smiling, troubled...

(I hope today will be a day he remembers as more peaceful than usual.)

With that thought, I looked at Elbert beside me.

-

After finishing lunch and saying goodbye to Aunt Jesse, we left the bakery.

Kate: Haah... I think I ate a little too much...

Elbert: ...Are you alright?

Kate: I'm fine. Are you full, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: Ah... I think I ate the most I have in months.

Kate: Hehe, I'm glad.

Filled with the gentle sunshine and a sense of fullness, we leaned against the railing by the river and gazed at the distant city together.

Kate: I said I came here sometimes after work...

Kate: But I usually only came here when I was feeling down.

Elbert: ...When you were feeling down?

Kate: Yes. I would eat delicious bread at that shop, have idle chatter...

Kate: It was my secret place where I would mysteriously regain my energy.

Kate: I'm returning the favor since you showed me your secret place.

Elbert: .............

I sensed him lower his head beside me, and when I gently turned to look, Elbert closed his eyes for a few seconds as if remembering something, then slowly opened them.

(Elbert...?)

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Chapter 8

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[dairy-farmer]

what’s your opinion on alfredtim and what their dynamic would be like?

answered out of order:

i like it!!!!! i've even written a threadfic on twitter about it!!

alfredtim is sort of similar to brutim with the whole agegap and alfred being partly this parental figure for tim and it factoring slightly in with the attraction but the dynamics between something like brutim and alfredtim are radically different. with alfredtim i definitly see tim as being more the pursuer partly because from tim's eyes alfred is gentler and softer than bruce and tim wouldn't fear being hurt or rejected as much. for tim the attraction would stem more from the point of desiring someone who can be stern with him, who is hard to read but not someone who pushes him away or tries to hide and decieve him. alfred is older, dignified, he doesn't have the youth or patience for running around with messy love lives. he's so open despite the fact that he may be difficult to get a read on. i think tim would love the fact that alfred has sort of slowed down and isn't running to keep up with the world, he's steady and i think that aside from that tim is VERY into the age difference. of the fact that when alfred is fucking him tim is young and plump and pink and new and alfred is taking him as he pleases and he's so much older and experienced and he was already an adult and lived a lot of his life before tim was even being born and now he's inside tim.

tim would obsess over little things alfred does and fixate on if its flirting. alfred washes his clothes for him, that mean's he's touched his panties, alfred serves tim little bowls of fruit and cuts them into shapes for him and watches as he presses each piece to his lips. once alfred had been annoyed with tim for something and told him if he kept acting fresh he'd put him over his knee and something in tim just clenched with excitement and want.

tim is SO into alfred and alfred would be i think amused by it and "indulge" tim. he takes it serious but also doesn't with butler's its a gray area and there's a rich history of butlers servicing their young masters in every way. alfred had skimmed a few butler erotica novels in his youth and maybe he thought about them and the plots where the butler would teach the young master and mistress how to have sex and pleasure a partner, of a...loose morals young mistress who'd drag the butler to her quarters and fuck him because he was he closest and most available clock to practice how to ride and also because it just felt good.

so when tim is poorly hiding his little crush alfred isn't all that opposed to it at all.

[zeno-zero]

Ra Min's children 🌸

Just a quick heads up ─ Roku and Ta Min are a t4t couple in my very own book. Ta Min is Korean, Roku is Filipino.

Roku comes from a political clan called Del Rosario which stood for 'of the rosary' in Spanish and Portuguese.

Ta is from a noble clan called the Min, which means 'sharp-minded' or' quick response'.

Questions or headcanons about them is greatly appreciative!

Oldest Daughter (Firebender) [16]: Seo-Yeon ─ Ta was the one who gave her name where Roku is still resting peacefully. When Roku finally woke up from his slumber, Ta asked if the name is suitable to which Roku agrees warmly. Seo alone means 'felicitous omen' or 'auspicious,' however if combined with Yeon, both means 'beautiful.'

She took after Ta Min's profession, becoming a diplomat as well. But after her father's death, she quitted the job to cake care of her mother. Knowing that Ta may not express it verbally, it can be tell that she needs help to dealt with this kind of pain.

Laidback and levelheaded, is stern when the circumstances are needed.

First-Born Son (Non-bender) [11]: Andrés ─ It means 'manly' or 'brave' which is a name originated from Spanish. However, Andrés is a name that symbolizes bravery the most. Its a name that has been given to him by Roku and oh boy.. Andrés does take his name seriously.

He inherited his father's carelessness for his well-being. Up to you to decide whether is that a good thing or a bad thing.

Was rowdy and full of surprises, while he does become respectful and understanding growing up - he was like his parents younger selves, just wanting to have fun and goof off. (By goofing off, I mean almost sending his parents into an early grave.)

Second-born Daughter (Non-bender) [9]: Adhika ─ A name that means 'honorable.' It's a unique and traditional filipino name. However, Adhika made herself up a nickname called 'Rina.' Aside from Ra Min, 'Rina' is a shorter version of their ship name! It's an inside joke between her, and the family.

During the 100 year old war, the playful subriquet slowly becomes her new name as a way to not be acknowledged as the Avatar's daughter.

She's a former vigilante spy, taking after her father and mother's profession.

Youngest Son (Firebender) [7]: Hyuk ─ In korean, it is mostly associated 'bright' synonyms. Mainly because of how his eyes are twinkling when he first opened them. It awes the parents wholeheartedly. Hyuk is born deaf, needing extra attention from both Roku and Ta Min. But overall, a really sweet boy.

He is observant and is quick-witted, figuring out the dots easily. While communication is definitely an option, sometimes it's not always the case on his behalf.

At first, he degrades himself for being born with a disability. He thought he dragged everyone down. With enough reassurance and love from the family that he isn't a burden, he accepted the fact that this is the true him.

Roku and Ta Min would take turns on naming their kids, while Roku only cares about the children's general health and is loved in any shape and form - he cherish the fact that how Ta Min took her time to name these little goobers, and put so much thought onto them. They had their fun approving and disapproving other names, even have their own little banters with each other while their babies are asleep soundly. Despite the pain that Roku still felt, he'd be fully relaxed and safe in the arms of his lover. Ta Min makes sure that Roku gets a checkup or two if his health is declining, sickly worried for him and its justified.

This took such a long time!! I was researching left and right in my tabs and everything, I even doubt what am I naming these children 😭. I tried giving them a little flavor other than simply giving them names. The Ra Min's children played a huge part during the war, which is another story.

My brain is terribly FRIED.

[laylawatermelon]

I didn't like the dinner scene... Or the progression of Buck's relationship.

Let's talk about it!

I've been lurking and waiting to form my full opinion (away from my buddie mind) and I will compare the two.

I came in the fandom rather late and before season 7 aired. Buddie had been the consensus ship let's say.

I want to talk about these things

Bi buck

Bi buck episode

The aftermath

The rise of tommy

The fall of tommy

Buddie and BuckTommy relationship

The wheel

As a fan and a writer I recently started doing in depth analysis for my favorite TV shows to challenge myself and learn the trade I'm eventually going to work with.

I'll start with my problem/observation with the hamsterwheel --> bucktommy relationship --> separation of Buddie --> differences between the relationship.

First the hamster wheel I truly believed that when he mentioned having to work hard and it being new and different I really expected something special.

Now as a Buddie before this happened I was like OMG its happening. All the way up until the last part of 7x04 (where i promptly blacked all the way out) and that Buck was going to work for Eddie.

In the case of the preview and marketing they did in fact put a beautiful buddie shaped blanket over the whole thing and pulled it away for a new ship.

Now it would make sense some fans would be mad. Most people have an otp. That doesn't change with anything.

Buddie was still very prominent with all the female love intrests so it became confusing to me with the response but I'll get back to that in a minute.

The kiss (which he didn't ask before and it was really sudden / can argue Buck was okay with it cause hot guy duh but still a lil mehh) was quick. It felt very hamster wheel like he's jumping into something new.

Then subsequently in the other episode called you don't know me aka the BUCK!! date where a closeted joke was made (funny in tv but not in real life).

Granted Buck could've handled it better but he literally brain melted. Your straight (?) friend catches you on your literal first date with a man in secluded past of town. Yeah I'm taking myself outside for a sec.

The Evan thing also applies. On screen we haven't gotten a denounc

ement of the name Buck and what it means. I don't know it feels like two separate lives if I think about it.

He's Evan with him but Buck with everyone else (this is very convoluted).

That name thing has been and will continue to be debated. 🤷🏾‍♀️

The hamster wheel sped up expeditiously when he invited him to his sister's wedding. Right after Eddie stated he is rushing too fast.

(Which Buck also does due to ✨abandonment issues✨)

Then the bachelor party where he didn't dress up.

I know people made real life excuses but the things is I'm a canon more than a fanon person.

(yes buddie isn't canon hypocrisy ik but WAIT)

What I mean by that is that I take what characters say and do at face value. That information forms my opinions of them.

Unfortunately there's been about 7 years and all couple parallels with Buddie so my brain was like yep, that's canon.

When Tommy was being discussed at first (and now) I'm still saying as that he's a blank sheet that the fans who've wanted Buck to be in a loving reciprocal relationship so that's being projected on him.

So that equates to him being a let's say "out of character" personality in the online space.

I said in an episode analysis that Tommy's interested and not invested and I stand by that until the show proves other wise or writes their relationship on a deeper level.

Fanon Tommy's character would've worn a costume, hell they might've been the ones matching.

Because he's that dedicated and invested.

In canon, he didn't even come up with a simple enough reason and just brished it aside.

Now once again the you don't know me and writing wise it's significant that Buck's not acknowledged as Buck, and his lover isn't allowed to call him that. They're cooking something.

Idk what it is or if it's burning or not. But it's cooking regardless.

Deep conversations. Honesty with Eddie.

Tommy. Redirection and minimization. (and a smidgen of jealousy)

I also had some qualms about the sexualization of Buck's character or the minimization or common theme of Buck being used/useful.

They make it a poetic irony that the man who failed to be useful in saving/being savior baby then be used throughout his adult life.

Whether that be a substitute/donor for his older brother, a fantasy or story for some, or a quick fling/easy relationship the writers haven't fully gotten him out of the hamster wheel.

(but they're cooking ik it. Im praying. Im hoping. Please be cooking!!)

The writing of the relationship is failing it. Unless it should be like that.

For the rest of the topics I was talking about the bi buck episode and how much it meant to TV.

As we still know, Hollywood/American TV is a global thermometer let's say and tends to be discussed/acknowledged/distributed worldwide. As a result when certain things are done in the shows it can be a milestone.

I can admit I overlooked some things (as I am an avid hunter of media especially HAPPY! queer stories being told of POC and otherwise) so I can sometimes forget how impactful/important certain things are for the American/world audience to see.

Like henren, a black lesbian couple with a kid! Married! Both incredibly successful in their respective jobs.

Like that alone could be a TV show honestly.

That's why when Bi Buck happened I was happy. (I legitimately blacked out because I didn't see or hear the preview right after 🤣🤣 I was distressed when I came to)

But honestly I am still happy and proud that it happened.

I didn't get the significant of the extent of visibility of having a male (later in life is important!) come out or be acknowledged as bisexual.

Granted in cannon the word hasn't been uttered or expanded on but they head a rough 10 episodes so I'll give em some slack.

But as a viewer and a writer I see how important it is to have it happen and the significance of it through real life stories and anecdotes and for that I am happy for that party of the relationship. 🥺

I won't take that moment away from them. Was it perfect (including all the other stuff afterwards?) No.

But was it necessary and messy and awkward like real life? Absolutely yes and I love it.

This is peak TV I tell you. (I've never blacked out like that to TV before so that was a first🤣)

But on a real note I was excited (and neutral towards Buck and Tommy being together).

I still ride the Buddie ship all start for to the context clues (slutty dangerous barbell scene anyone??) that it may be confusion on his part or at least leaving the door partly open for Buddie.

(it really could be just gauging the audience reaction)

I won't really talk about the second half of Buddie sexual identity because that either deserves it own post and has to be expanded on.

(Eddie i beg. The women of the world DON'T need you right now. Be a beautiful centerpiece. Do not traumatize the women of la no more. Take care of your son. Don't go through treacherous roads. Take the journey elsewhere. I beg!!!)

But on a serious note I noticed the quick turn I would say on the characterization/head canon of Buck's love interest.

I find it interesting that for female counterparts there hasn't been such a response. (I have heard about Buck Taylor riders though)

(this is my inner thoughts. Very hot. 10/10. My soul was pleased. Couple? Awful. Friends? Brilliant. Taylor motives? Nah you can't be round me with all that sneaky stuff)

But her character was the most expanded on.

But with Tommy, most of what's stated about the relationship at the beginning was headcanon.

I think where the shows heading is to show the incompatibility between them.

Tommy's scenes so far have been casual, smooth and easy.

He doesn't mind a quick date. He doesn't want to dress up for the theme. He'll be there but it's not too important to fuss about it.

The deleted scene is avoidant (which may become a character trait about emotions) to deeper conversations. We see this reflected as well when they're at the dinner after Bobby's finally pulled through (and Buck lost his son😭😭 I'm not even on no shipper shit that's his baby😭😭) and he starts to be vulnerable.

I expected it to lean more towards a heartwarming or honest conversation but one again he shuts it down.

What I think they're going to do with his character/have been doing is show that he's avoidant to confrontation.

(i could argue that for his friend he might do more because the Eddie flying things still throws me for a loop in comparison to how they're portraying their relationship)

But I stick by the interested not invested point.

With the little screen time they've had to develop his character they've shown that it's not really endgame they're just incompatible. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Comparing the Buddie and Tommy relationship the investment/support becomes a bit evident.

Not matching with Tommy. Incompatible.

Matching with Eddie. Compatible.

Deep conversations. Honesty with Eddie.

Tommy. Redirection and minimization. (and a smidgen of jealousy)

Now you can argue (as a writer in gritting my teeth as I type this) if they do go down the route of his love "changed" me, it it's a possibility to write him becoming a better partner through love or sum.

As Buck is very emotional and he can get him to open up be more serious as he sees him taking it seriously.

As a buddie that killed me!!!!! but as a writer i had to speak up.

Anyways... If it goes that route I'll hate it a little. Hare it and like it seesaw kind of (look ik potential when i see it)

The hate part is that once again it'll be uaed/hamster wheel/i have to prove or gain your love or show that you appreciate me.

Like it cause who doesn't like a good you changed me by being yourself?

I'm a hater through and through. 😤

Tommy as a character I was neutral on at first. I'm still lukewarm about the relationship itself but the character is falling into the same old box all love interests get.

Not enough character but more than enough sex.

Regarding Buck's relationship they're always a give and take, Buck ending up being more of a giver (I'm not defending no white man for his mistakes though he do be doing some things side eye worthy).

But because the love interests are just that and not fleshed out characters, they end up not being able to stand on their own and be interesting enough outside of the one off appearances.

With the exception of Karen my love, my sweetness.

But most of Buck and Eddie's love interests can sometimes be reduced to props to move plot along/give character development.

(which as a writer i didn't hate as it's a multi lead drama series but..... If they want a long term partner to be introduced they can write it like Karen)

I can think of many scenarios and ways to actually make the character less off-putting to some.

Examples: more enthusiasm/effort actually being put in (or maybe that's where the statement Buck had to work for it applies? That Buck had to work for his love ??? I'm speculating now), being more straightforward, the jealously not being brought up like twice now.

Sirens are blasting with that one 🚨🚨

(The characters actions being vetoed off screen doesn't help either. It also applies to a lot of problematic things that sweep under the rug. Only the queer characters cheating? Violence against each other? Goading into drinks? Kissing/cheating? Manipulation?.... Eh it's drama but the cheating storylines and the characters it happens to makes me a lil 👀...)

All in all me and my homegirls not pleased.

I ain't been swayed anywhere and the way the wind in this writing ain't blowing nowhere.

[dameronscopilot]

'Twas the Night

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

Summary: Any time that you find yourself assigned to a mission with Santiago Garcia and his crew, he never fails to get under your skin. But when the boys leave you to your own devices one frigid Christmas Eve, your burning tension might just finally reach the end of its rope.

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v, choking, spit kink, rough sex, thigh riding, switch vibes, santiago garcia's shitty ass knees, Delta Force!Santiago

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and you were fucking stirring alright—visions of strangling Santiago Garcia dancing in your head. 

Prompt: Trying to stay warm

DECK THE HALLS MASTERLIST

“Fuck you, Garcia,” you grumble, halfheartedly kicking an empty bottle of beer in Santiago’s direction, watching the light from the fire reflect off of the glass as it rolls to a stop against the toe of his boot.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he quips, taking one last swig from the remaining dregs at the bottom of his own bottle before tossing it aside. 

It’s way too goddamn fucking cold for this. 

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re two weeks into a mission you’ve been assigned to with Santiago and his crew. It’s not the first time that you’ve worked with them, and while you get on just fine with Ben, Frankie, and Will, Santiago is an entirely different story. Perhaps it’s the sheer fact that you technically outrank him by a hair, though you still let him take the lead in the field time and time again without complaint, but the man is always looking to pick a fight with you. 

You let your gaze fall to the lopsided, makeshift Christmas tree sitting on the ground beside you—Benny had tied together several branches from a pine tree earlier and decorated it with aluminum shapes that he’d cut out from a can with his pocket knife. Frankie spent an hour grumbling over how he’d pilfered his last can of Coke to do so, but he’d still shuffled over later, rolling his eyes as he added a piece of paper folded into the shape of a star to the top of it. Will had hastily pulled a red bandana out of his backpack, topping off the display with the closest thing you’d get to a tree skirt out here.

Following an early morning of recon, the three of them turned in for a surprisingly early night, somehow trusting that the magic of Christmas would help you to abstain from the urge to tackle Santiago into the fire pit. 

Returning your attention back to the annoyance in question, you bite back, “You couldn’t handle me.”

Without giving him the chance to respond, you abruptly stand up, brushing off your pants and heading for your tent. 

Though you’re hesitant to lose any clothing, sleeping in your dense outer layers is less than desirable, so you strip down to the thermal clothing that you’re wearing over your underwear, quickly diving under the covers. However, as you begin to rub your forearms to stave off the chill, you hear the distinct sound of crunching leaves underfoot, followed by an insistent tapping against the outside of your tent.

“You still awake?” Santi asks.

Groaning, you respond, “I guess I am.”

He tugs the zipper open wide enough to pop his head inside, eyes meeting yours in the dull glow cast by the battery-operated lantern sitting beside you. 

“Frankie’s snoring,” he supplies by way of explanation for his uninvited intrusion.

“I could have been naked,” you deadpan. 

Santi’s fingers pause on their journey to pull the zipper lower, and he raises an eyebrow. “You’re naked under there?”

“I can’t tell if you’re stupid, or if you think I’m stupid,” you grumble, burrowing down further into your sleeping bag.

“Benny sleeps naked when he’s not sharing a tent,” Santi shrugs, stepping inside. 

You don’t bother inquiring how or why he knows that. “Well, I’d rather not freeze to death. Where the hell’s your sleeping bag?”

Scratching the back of his head, a sheepish expression crosses his face. “I think Frankie must have grabbed it in his sleep, because he’s got a death grip on it right now.”

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and you were fucking stirring alright—visions of strangling Santiago Garcia dancing in your head. 

If only because trekking back down the mountains you hiked in through with Santiago’s frozen body in a duffel bag would be a complete and utter hindrance, you growl as you fight with the zipper of your sleeping bag, gesturing toward the small sliver of space you’ve made for him with a dramatic flourish of your hand.

Santi climbs in beside you after kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket, and you will yourself to ignore the way your traitorous heart skips a beat at his close proximity, the heat of his breath skimming across the bridge of your nose. Because for as much as Santiago drives you up a wall, you’re undeniably attracted to the man, which only further stokes the flames of your perpetual annoyance with him. 

His hair tickles your forehead as he settles his head down on the other side of your pillow, and you’re unfortunately reminded of the way your eyes had immediately clocked the new gray strands that had sprouted up amongst his curls when you arrived at the mission briefing.  

In an attempt to stamp down whatever nonsense is flooding through your brain, likely thanks to your half-frozen state, you mutter, “Isn’t sleeping out here in the cold, on the ground, bad for your shitty ass knees?”

He’s so close you can feel the rumbling of his chest as he chuckles, “You’d be surprised by what I can handle.”

Your face burns at the implication, a stark contrast to the chill running through the rest of your body, and you make a noncommittal noise in return. 

After a few moments of silence punctuated only by the sounds of your shivering body rustling against the sleeping bag, Santi helpfully supplies, “You’re freezing.”

“They weren’t kidding when they said you specialize in observational skills, Garcia,” you snap with a roll of your eyes, though it’s not nearly as condescending as you mean for it to sound thanks to the way your teeth are violently chattering. 

“Come closer,” Santi beckons, lifting an arm up. 

“Was getting into my sleeping bag not enough for you?” you retort, studiously trying to ignore the way your limbs long for his body heat. 

Running his other hand over his chin, Santi grouses, “You love being a fucking brat.”

Before you can think twice about what you’re doing, you reach out, firmly grasping the collar of his shirt. Noses brushing, you hiss, “Say it again, Santiago.”

He tilts his head slightly, a lazy grin spreading across mouth, and his lips ghost over yours as he murmurs, “You’re. A Fucking. Brat.”

Looking back, most of your contentious interactions and arguments with Santiago over the years have oozed with sexual tension. Enough, in fact, that you’re well aware the boys have had an ongoing bet for how long it’ll finally take the two of you to fuck it out. And that alone has been reason enough for you to stubbornly ignore the hot, simmering feeling in your gut whenever he’s near. 

But now? Now, you suddenly decide that you simply don’t care. And perhaps it’s because the warm caress of his breath against your cheek is like a siren song to your cold and weary bones. Or maybe you just want to see if the sheer arrogance of his suggestive comments is all talk.

Maybe you’re just fucking lonely. 

Regardless of what sends your walls of resistance crumbling down, Santiago must feel it as well, because the moment your tense body relaxes into the press of his limbs against yours, all bets are fucking off. 

He cups the back of your head and kisses you hard.

Your lips meet much like the way the two of you toss words back and forth—it’s combative and heated. It’s relentless. It’s hungry. 

It’s far easier than you thought it would be. 

It’s a goddamn relief.

Santiago’s mouth moves against yours like he wants to consume you, teeth earnestly nipping at your bottom lip and tongue assertively tangling with yours. The smell from the fire lingers heavily on him, mixed with undertones of a scent that’s distinctly him. It throws you off guard, the way it invades your senses.

As your mouths continue to slide together, you find that you’re plastered against Santiago’s solid frame, and one of his hands slides down your side, stopping to curl around your hip. Both of you shift at the same time, and his thigh slides between your legs. At the feeling of him pressed against your hot center, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips, your body instinctively arching into the pleasurable touch.

An appreciative sound leaves Santi’s throat, and he tightens his grip on your hip, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Go ahead.”

Far beyond the pretense of petulant remarks for the sake of animosity, the only thing that leaves your mouth is a brazen moan as you allow yourself to grind down on Santiago’s muscled thigh. Even through the layers of clothing between you, your cunt throbs at the rough drag across your folds, sliding in the wet pool of arousal soaking your underwear.

“Fuck,” Santiago grunts as you roll your hips into him, chasing the embers flaring brightly in your abdomen. 

He slides a hand up your shirt, and goosebumps spread across your skin at the feeling of his cool hands caressing your breasts. Still kissing you deeply, he strokes at one of your peaked nipples, pinching down just hard enough to make you moan into his mouth. At that, a trembling wave of pleasure washes over you, and Santi’s hand cups your ass as you ride out your orgasm on his thigh. 

Still far too eager for more, you reach into Santi’s pants, anticipation dancing up your spine when you wrap your hands around his thick cock. He groans, rutting into your touch, and you begin to stroke his shaft. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Santi breaths out, hands skating across your waistband.

Far more concerned about things other than preserving your body heat inside of the sleeping bag, you flip it open, and your arms and legs are a messy tangle of limbs as you nearly tear each other’s clothes off, lips meeting needily in between each and every discarded article tossed to the wayside. 

Santiago’s hands begin to roam across your naked body, though he eventually stops, placing a finger beneath your chin and tipping it upward. His tone is even when he says, “Get on your hands and knees.”

And so you fall into line for him, planting yourself firmly on the ground as Santiago lines himself up behind you. You have half a mind to nudge the pillow backward in his direction, well aware of the state of his knees, but something about his complete and utter disregard for them has you dripping shamelessly as he slides a finger through your folds. If he wants to struggle through the pain for the sake of pounding into you right here on the cold, hard ground, so be it. You’ll milk his cock for all it’s worth in return for his trouble.

You hear Santi spit into his hand, followed by the slick sounds of skin on skin as he fists his cock before notching the head against your fluttering entrance. Impatient, you begin to push backward, keening at the feeling of his shaft slowly slipping inside of you. And clearly he’s well aware of what you want, because he’s hardly halfway into your channel when he roughly snaps  his hips against your ass, burying himself inside of you to the hilt.

“Fuck, Santi,” you cry out, belatedly clapping a hand to your mouth when you remember the three other people sleeping in the tents beside yours.

“You like that?” he asks, fingers digging tightly into your hips as he begins to pump his length in and out of you. 

You collapse forward slightly at the feeling of your tight channel spreading and contracting for his fat cock with each thrust, savoring the scorching feeling of pleasure tearing through your body. 

“Harder,” you pant out.

Santi obliges without question, balls smacking your ass as he ravages your hole with fervor, wet trails of arousal dripping down the backs of your legs. He grunts, hands grasping your backside as he roughly plunges inside of you, and after a particularly deep thrust where his cock slams against your cervix, your legs collapse.

He continues fucking you into the ground as you lie flat beneath him, your body quivering with the tremors of pleasure wracking through it. A hand grasps your throat, squeezing, and Santi doesn’t miss the way your walls needily clench down on his cock as he begins to choke you. But then you feel him shift, and with a hand still wrapped around your neck, he pushes your jaw upward, tilting your head directly backward to see him looking down at you.

“Open,” he says evenly as he continues to drive his shaft into you.

Your lips part for him, and Santiago leans down to spit into your mouth. You swallow his saliva, and he kisses you bruisingly in return. Arching your ass upward to meet him, Santi continues on with his punishing thrusts with his hand at your throat until the coil inside of you snaps once more, leaving you to gush on his cock with an orgasm that leaves the edges of your vision tinged in white. 

Despite the fact that your limbs feel boneless at this point, you force yourself upward, back onto your knees, crying out at the feeling of Santi’s cock hitting you deep as you meet a particularly hard thrust. But rather than let him finish like this, you pull away, inciting a look of confusion across his face for but a moment until you push Santiago down onto his back and climb on top of him.

Santi’s eyes fall shut and his jaw goes slack as you straddle his lap, sinking back down onto his leaking, throbbing cock. You start off slow, setting an easy rhythm as you lift yourself up and down, and appreciative groans leave his lips as he watches you ride his shaft with a hooded gaze. But as you begin to pick up your pace, his hips cant upward as he ruts up into you, fingers tightly gripping your thighs. 

And you know how badly he wants to come. You can feel it in the way his muscles begin to tighten underneath of you, the way his blunt fingernails are digging into your skin. But first—

You reach down, grasping Santiago’s shoulders to haul him halfway up, and one of his arms shoots out behind him for balance. Smiling, you run a hand through his graying curls, and he tries to chase your lips for a kiss, but you tighten your grip, tugging roughly on his hair and tilting his head backward slightly.

And oh, he knows what you’re about to do. You can see it in the way his lust-blown pupils widen even further, the way he bites down on his lower lip. 

He knows exactly what you’re going to do, but there’s a sparkle of defiance in his eyes as he makes no move to comply, awaiting your reaction. In turn, you pull his hair even harder, and he groans, cock twitching inside of you as he finally parts his lips. 

And the moment you spit into Santiago’s mouth, both of his hands find your hips once again, wrapping around you with an iron grip and lifting you just enough to jackhammer his cock into your cunt at a dizzying, unforgiving pace. As he swallows, he captures your mouth in a feverish, sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into it when his hips begin to stutter. 

Santiago rises, pushing you onto your back once more and quickly pulling his shaft out of you. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he strokes it rapidly until hot, thick ropes of cum spurt across your breasts. 

He collapses beside you on top of the sleeping bag, only to roll sideways a moment later, rooting around for the pack of tissues he'd seen lying nearby.

As you grab them out of his hands, he opens his mouth to speak, but you immediately interrupt, “Don’t say it.”

Looking far too boyishly handsome for a man that just spat in your mouth and came all over your tits, he grins, “Merry Christmas.”

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[venigni]

I just have so many sad feelings about Promeo. They are as tragic as Romeo and Juliet, honestly?? Like.

The thing is, I feel like no matter what happens, inevitable death of Romeo in canon aside...even if Romeo still ended up alive after the events of the game somehow: P is not Carlo, and never will be Carlo. Experiences shape who we are and the short life P experienced formed him into someone different from Carlo.

And there's just so much angst here. Even if they got together and things were peaceful in Krat, Romeo would soon come to find out that no matter how much P looks like Carlo and no matter that Carlo is indeed a part of him, P is not the same Carlo he fell in love with. He'd have to face that fact every single day. Probably multiple times a day, reminded of his first love, who is now lost.

And meanwhile, on P's end? Guilt, that he lives and Carlo could not. Obligation. Definitely a horrible case of imposter syndrome. Yes, he came to care for Romeo in his own way, but he knows Romeo loved Carlo--not him. And he also, given his heroic tendencies, might feel its his duty to make Romeo happy by being with him, too.

They'd both be compromising, and one could say that's what true love is. But every twist and turn their relationship takes seems to lead to a bad ending. That's true tragedy. I love them but god, they break my heart. I just want them to be happy puppet BFs.

[iseethatimicy]

Cooking with Tsumsted Wonderland

Note: I think my last post was in Jan 27... So hi take this! (Reader uses They/Them pronouns and are gender neutral.) Characters: Tsum Riddle Rosehearts, Tsum Trey Clover, Tsum Floyd Leech Genre: Fluff and a bit of crack

You've been seeing videos about baking a variety of cakes and your friend's birthday is coming up. So what better way than to make one for them? Just as soon as you borrowed a recipe book from Trey, a curious small thing squeals, interested in what you're doing. You got yourself into this mess so now, you'll have to finish it but with a special guest..

Oh Tsum Riddle, always so demanding. He squeals angrily at you to stir faster, to mix faster, to knead the dough harder. He isn't even helping other than being a pressure head like that birthday cake is meant to be for him. No Twist-tube Tutorials, No Recipe book that Trey handed to you, No help from other students!

That damn little tsum wants a Strawberry Cake and you're forced to obey him. You had no other choice than to get a red and white icing bag, a bowl of fresh red strawberries, a carton of eggs, etc. Hell, it's not even Riddle or his birthday!

You're stirring the bowl so fast it might spill all over on the kitchen island just as how that unhinged plush toy likes it, knead the dough as slow as Rook Hunt listening carefully to your breathing unless you want to bitten by him.

Eventually, you finish the cake. It was 3 layers tall and you tried as hard as you can to make it similar to the delicious ones Trey makes. You were tired from all cooking and decided to get a chocolate snack from the School's Mystery shop. Surely the tsum will be a good plush toy and certainly won't devour the entire thing, right?

When nobody is looking, the Tsum Riddle can't help himself from taking a small bite from the delicious looking cake. Although it's a little cheeky and sneaky, He's just tempted by the delicious smell of the delicious strawberry cake and the fact that it looks so cute and edible too.

Well Tsum Trey's got your back! He's giving out the icing bags Trey uses, the crimson stained knife that totally came from cutting a piece of strawberry cake, the strawberries and bee-shaped candies...

He was surprisingly calm and patient little tsum unlike the demanding crimson haired tsum tsum, He helps knead the dough, carry the plate of candies, help with the cake decorations.

The cake was finished and had a special key to it! First layer represented dorm your friend is assigned to; Diasomnia. It had a green base and had black icing shaped like thorns wrapped around the sides of the cake, It looked exactly like the dorm.

The second layer was a sweet bee theme and had a mellow yellow color on its base. The tsum trey who assisted you seemed to be proud of honey taste and its bee motifs, almost likes its his favorite.

The third layer was the dorm they wanted to be in; Octavinelle. It had a periwinkle base and detailed tentacles used in a ribbon design, draping from dull lavender colored bows with black stripes on them. The layer seemed to be themed around the sea.

He stared at you while laying on the cutting board lazily. Azul had let you use Octavinelle's Kitchen oh so kindly with a price. He's so helpful providing you with tools but so annoying for demanding so much attention, He's a very needy little tsum tsum.

You were thinking of doing a simple two-layered chocolate cake. You had to keep petting the Floyd tsum every 10 minutes so it definitely won't crush your wrist. He was squealing and cuddling onto you, begging for just a small slice of the chocolate cake.

Whilst you were adding lilac-colored decorating on the sides, the tsum tsum had latched on your hand and bit into it, causing the icing to spill all over the kitchen island. You glared at the tsum angrily and set it aside, going to find a bucket of water and a mop along with a new icing bag.

He squeals apologetically as you left the kitchen. Well, since now that you're gone, he can at least get a small, teeny bite of the cake. surely you'll be fine with it, right? When you get back, your jaw drops as you see half of the chocolate cake being gone while the tsum squeals happily, rolling around at how it tastes good. Let's just say the tsum is.. err..

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