#and how anyone can be turned into predator or prey in the right (or wrong) circumstances

[fortunxa]

Physical affection with Jinx

H E A D C A N O N S

╰┈➤ requested

Jinx x fem!reader

cw: mentions of nsfw, hallucinations

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Jinx is such a touch-starved girl.

She doesn’t shy away from physical contact, but paradoxically, it can catch her off-guard if she’s not the one initiating it—blame it on her childhood.

As you get to know her, start off gently with some light taps that get her attention.

She’ll often nudge your shoulder, drag her nails across your arm or leg as you’re talking, doodle on your skin, or simply grab your hand as she’s excitedly leading you somewhere.

Jinx is just so curious as to how you’d react, testing the waters.

But once you gain her trust, her innocent touches turn into proper hugs. And I don’t mean duvet-like embraces that let you breathe, but cocoon ones where you can feel every ounce of her as she holds you tightly.

This is the moment you realize she’s now afraid of losing you.

Those hugs come unexpectedly, like a predator pouncing on its prey, and you often stumble from her sheer force.

She’s definitely a waist/torso hugger, and believe it or not, it’s not because of her height but because she genuinely feels safer that way.

Shoulder hugs are traps, so be prepared for a paint bomb to find itself attached to your back.

She will be impressed if you can throw her over your shoulder.

Loves piggyback rides.

Pinky promises. It’s a childish gesture but one that holds enormous significance to her. She would link her finger with yours with those wide, innocent eyes. No take-backs.

– “You know that’s legally binding, right?”

If you’re her first kiss—which, let’s be honest, you probably are—her Jinx persona is nowhere to be found. It’s Powder now, and she’s so cautious as she closes the distance.

Her lips ghost over yours so lightly it almost tickles, but you let her take her time as she grapples with the newfound closeness. You don’t rush her, and when she finally kisses you, it’s slow and tentative. She wants to feel and analyze everything.

– “Was that good?”

As she gains confidence, she starts experimenting with the mix of sensations.

She’s attentive to your reactions, and she soon finds all of your sweet spots.

Will randomly kiss you, and it doesn’t matter where or when.

Forehead kisses, kisses on your neck, earlobes, stomach, hips, thighs… You name it. She adores every single one of them.

She’s the type to swap a piece of candy or gum through a kiss.

Jinx is all about PDA. She wants everyone to know you’re hers.

Hickeys, hickeys, and more hickeys.

Unfortunately, when the wrong people figured out that you’re her partner, it did get you kidnapped once as a way to undermine Silco. Take Jinx’s favorite person away, and she becomes erratic, unfit to carry out his plans.

Heavy on ‘once’ because the hell she brought them was enough to terrify anyone else with the same strategy.

The number of explosions that day alerted Piltover itself.

Talking to Silco and/or Sevika? She’s holding your hand, slightly pushing you behind her in a protective manner. Neither of them approves of your relationship, they deem it a distraction.

Much to Silco’s dismay, she will drag you into most of their private meetings and fidgets with your fingers if she gets bored.

You’re ordering at the bar? She’s either behind you with her arms around your waist or next to you with her hand on your hip as she’s pulling you closer.

You’re on a mission together? There she is, fighting back-to-back with you so she knows you’re there, unharmed. If you’re separated, she can’t concentrate properly anymore, and she keeps seeking you out in between firing her gun. She’s prioritizing your safety over anything else, which has gotten her injured quite a few times.

She insists that she can patch up her wounds herself, but once you see that goddamn stapler approaching a gash, you’re frantically snatching it away from her hands.

You tend to her injuries in such a caring and gentle way that it brings tears to her eyes.

At first, you’re worried you went too deep with the needle as you were stitching her cuts.

– “What’s wrong? Did that hurt? I’m so sorry–”

– “No one has ever done that for me before.”

Whenever the roles are reversed, and you’re the injured one, she’s in a frenzy. She’s muttering to herself as she grabs the first aid kit.

Stern face and furrowed brows, but despite it all, she tries to be delicate—‘tries’ because the voices are making her movements jerky.

– “Are you crazy?! What were you thinking? No, no, she wasn’t thinking at all…”

She will absolutely kiss your wound better afterward.

Cuddle time on her couch after a long day.

She loves it when you sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style to lay her down.

She likes to be the little spoon but face toward you because your scent and the sound of your heartbeat calm her down.

Occasionally, she’ll be the big spoon to switch it up and make you feel secure, too.

Your presence helps with her night terrors, and she sleeps more often with you around.

But you always wake up with her hair in your mouth, her elbow on your face, and covers on the ground, and she’s snoring—occasionally drooling—in a starfish position.

– “Where the fuck did your pillow go?”

Morning kisses!!!

Morning sex.

Showering and taking baths together.

Hygiene isn’t a big thing in Zaun (shocker), so when you have time to get clean, you do it together. Washing each other’s hair, trying to get all the grime—and occasionally blood—out.

It’s a tender moment that turns entertaining—or sexual—rather quickly.

You’re washing off, and you turn around to see Jinx with a bubble beard, her face completely stoic. She starts pretending to be a Piltovan man as you’re laughing.

Or she’ll come up behind you and press her soapy body to yours as her fingers dip inside you.

Physical affection while she’s working on a project can go two ways:

When she’s confident in her work: She loves having you close, whether it’s by having you sit on her lap and vice versa or grabbing your hands for an impromptu dance break when she’s feeling her playlist. She’s babbling about her ideas and designs, explaining each step as you play with her braids.

When she’s experimenting: Do not come close or she’ll scream. She’ll be too scared to have you near in case she messes up an equation and causes an explosion. She will actually make you go elsewhere as a precaution. But she’ll be more than happy to show you her progress after!

You love painting each other’s nails, but she often chips hers.

She straddles you as she does your makeup and vice versa.

Will use her own saliva to clean up any messes.

Jinx absolutely adores trying out new looks on you, and she treats you like her human canvas.

Not only with makeup but with markers and paint, too.

She will draw out tattoo ideas and judge each placement.

Speaking of tattoos, you constantly trace hers with a light touch that sends shivers down her spine.

Brushing and playing with each other’s hair. She actually melts in your hands once you take her braids out and start massaging her scalp.

Will bite your arm out of excitement. The urge to chomp is just too great.

You comfort her differently depending on how bad her episode gets:

You either hold her impossibly close, hiding her face in your chest as you stroke her hair and start humming or talking about something she loves to ground her.

If she gets to a point where you can’t even approach without her backing away—or worse, getting violent—you dim every bright light and reduce any other stimuli. You don’t call her by her name—neither Jinx nor Powder—as both can trigger her even more. She will use some of her bombs to try and muffle the voices with the sounds of explosions, but you do hide any other weapons. You don’t talk too much or too loudly to not confuse her even more. Once she’s calm enough, it’s back to scenario number 1.

You’re both crying by the time her episode ends.

– “Please… Tell me you’re real.”

Jinx is so in tune with your emotions, and contrary to popular belief, she’s very empathetic.

She notices any tone or mood changes immediately.

If you’re mad at something or someone, she’ll be mad with you, if not even madder. You have her unconditional support because her trinket can do no wrong. She’s tracing her nails down your back or stroking your thigh as you’re rambling.

– “And then Sevika called me incompetent. Can you fucking believe it? How was I supposed to know that they put the shimmer there?!”

– “Sevika’s a bitch. That barrel was totally in your way.”

If you’re mad at her, she’ll spiral. You want to leave to cool down? Nuh-uh. She’s holding you so tightly, shaking like a leaf, that it makes your anger dissipate.

– “Don’t leave me, toots. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better.”

If you’re sad or crying, she cups your face in her hands and makes you look at her as she praises you. She wipes every tear away. This is also the only other time she will reach for a hug over your shoulders/around your neck—no paint bombs included. She just wants to cradle your head and soothe you.

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F O R Y O U - 2

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!reader (Later will turn into Unburnt Vader x rebel! reader)

Full series

Previous chapter - 1

Warnings (For the whole series): noncon, dubcon, dom/sub dynamics (basically filth)

Warnings (for this chapter): Anakin being controlling and really intense.

No one knew what had shifted in Anakin Skywalker, but something had. He had gotten...bigger, more muscular. His eyes had gotten serious, and when he smiled, no genuineness flickered in it.

Perhaps some of them could have sensed Anakin's change in the Force, but Anakin was too good at hiding it. He was a master at the Force; he could use it and wield it as well as he could his lightsaber.

The only one who sensed something was wrong was Obi-Wan, but his old padawan would not let even a flicker of whatever he was hiding show. Obi-Wan felt relief when he found out that Anakin had finally taken a Padawan. He took that as a sign that Anakin was finally okay.

If only he had looked deeper, he would have seen the obsessed look in Anakin's eyes whenever he looked at you. The sheer possessiveness, the hunger, the desire to possess your very fucking soul.

You didn't notice it either. You were terrified of him, he was a quiet, giant, ridiculously skilled man who had somehow agreed to become your master.

You went for training, and while you trained, you followed the orders he gave in his deep voice and as he circled you, his arms folded against his chest, and his eyes firmly on every move you made. You felt exposed. Naked. Like he could see everything.

You made too many mistakes, and he shook his head everytime you said sorry. He pushed you till your arms were aching and the lightsaber was trembling in your hands. He gently took the lightsaber away with his giant hand, and set it in his pocket.

"You'll have it back when you can handle it, little one."

"What? But how am I to train without it?"

He lowered his head till he was looking right into your eyes. "How younglings do, with a wooden stick."

"But-"

"No," he said, softly, dangerously. You almost jerked away. "You say 'Yes, master.' You're my padawan, and I know what is best for you. Now, what do you say, little one?"

Why was there so much danger in a Jedi Knight's voice? You felt like you could suffocate on the tension.

You opened your trembling lips, keeping your eyes anywhere away from him, and whispered, "Y-Yes, Master."

His large, prosthetic hand raised, and he cupped the side of your face gently. "That's a good girl. Let's go for lunch now, yes?"

You had no choice but to nod.

. . .

He did not give you your lightsaber back. You were grateful that he always trained you in his private training room, otherwise anyone finding out that your master had taken away your lightsaber would have been humiliating.

The next day, he gave you the wooden stick he wanted you to use. You looked up at him, wanting to say something, to ask to at least have your lightsaber even if he wasn't going to let you use it.

But just looking at his blue eyes that had a tinge of yellow in them, you couldn't speak. His presence was too much, it filled the room. You were hyperaware of where he stood, how he moved, as if a prey in a standoff with its predator.

"Now, that was better, wasn't it?" He said after the training, his voice holding that same gentleness that was lined with the danger that made goosebumps rise on your arms. "Keep being good, and I will give you your lightsaber back. You'll be good, won't you?" Prosthetic hand raised, and tipped up your head. You avoided his eyes and nodded.

"Words, padawan."

"Y-" It was too hard to speak. Maker, why had you asked him to train you? "Yes, m-master-"

"Good girl." His hand cupped the side of your face, and the thumb brushed your undereye as he looked deep into your eyes. "You know I can sense how nervous I make you, right?"

"I-I know-"

He smirked, fingers curling slightly, cupping your cheek. "Why are you scared of me, little one? Have I hurt you, hm?"

"No...no, master."

"Then why?" He asked, gently, darkly, and he stepped closer. You took a step back. His head titled, and before you knew it, you were backed up again the wall, his hand still cupping your face.

You were breathing heavily and your heart seemed to make your whole body shake.

He leaned closer. "Acting like a little girl when you're a Jedi padawan, hm? Such a shame. I have a lot to teach you, little one. It's a good thing I am your master now, isn't it?" A pause. "I said isn't it?"

"Y-Yes-" you choked out, lips trembling. "Yes, m-master."

He let go of your face. "Run along now. I'll see you tomorrow."

. . .

He kept cornering you after that. At every chance he got. He would back you up against a wall with just one hand cupping the side of your face. Sometimes he'd explain something related to the training like that, other times he would ask questions ("What time did you wake up, little one, hm? You were late." Or "Where is your mind, my padawan. You're making so many silly mistakes.").

But other times (and these times had you terrified), he would back you up against the wall and just stare.

He'd keep your face cupped, and he would stare deep into your eyes and then drag his eyes all over your body, accessing everything. He'd keep that hand against your cheek, and if you tried to speak, he'd shake his head once. You did not know why he did this. All you knew was that it terrified you and left you shaking for the rest of the day.

After one particularly hard training where you made too many mistakes, he shook his head. "Little one, I swear..." He sighed and stepped closer. You instantly inched towards the door. You did not want to get cornered again.

The side of his lips twisted up in a smirk. "Running, are we?"

Your hand grabbed the knob. "I-I will see you a-at lunch, master."

The smirk did not disappear. "It my little Padawan going to run away from me, hm? I don't think I have done anything that warrants this treatment. You make me feel like a monster."

"N-no, I don't mean it that w-"

"I will meet you for dinner," he said. "I'll come to your room to picky you up. Be good, hm?"

You ran out of the training room.

. . .

Anakin could not take it anymore. Just being near you wasn't enough. He had to take you. And he would.

So, instead of knocking at your bedroom door, he opened it using Force.

"M-master?" Your little spooked voice made his cock hard.

"Yes, little one," he answered calmly, slamming the door shut. "I'm here to teach you a few things."

[sprytesukii]

18+ | suguru loves strays <3 | cw. yandere!suguru, implied f!reader (no pronouns used), stalking, violent fantasies, extremely brief sexual content | ~ 1.4k words

you’re skittish.

that’s the first thing suguru notices about you.

you sit at the opposite end of the bar, practically pressed up against the wall, nursing the same bottle of nondescript beer you’ve had for over an hour, looking like a stray cat ready to run.

loud noises make you flinch, which is often considering the rowdiness of this particular establishment and the energy levels of the “friends” you came in with.

they don’t look like very good friends to suguru, or they wouldn’t have left you alone to fend for yourself when you’re clearly better suited to be at home. doted on, in the quiet confines of a place you’re comfortable in.

the look on your face of weariness, of exhaustion, makes him want to put you in his pocket. tuck you up under his chin, push your face against his broad chest and let you decompress there for a while.

suguru takes a sip of his water, watching you all the while.

you don’t seem to notice his eyes, which is both nice and alarming. he likes that he can drink in his fill of you — you clearly made an effort tonight, wearing a nice, low cut top and a comfortable pair of jeans, but the thin layer of makeup doesn’t hide the bags under your eyes or the tense way you hold yourself — but he hates that you lack self awareness. anyone could come up to you, come after you, and you’d have no idea.

he takes a deep breath, bringing his glass up to his lips again.

you aren’t his (yet), but when you are, he’ll take care of you. you won’t need to worry about people lurking in the shadows because he won’t let them get close. he’ll be right there in the shadows with them and they will be lucky if he kills them quickly.

suguru blinks away the bloodlust, only to realize you’re looking at him. you startle when his eyes meet yours, looking back down at the stained bartop as humiliation clearly rockets through you.

see? skittish.

it’s cute, really. he’s glad you at least have the wherewithal to recognize that he’s dangerous. not to you, never to you, but he knows what you see when you look at him.

tall, over 6 foot. long, dark hair, half tied up. piercings. the dark robe he cloaks himself with, yet still doesn’t hide his stature. the thickness of him, the breadth.

despite the neutral look on his face, he knows he’s built like a predator and you, you know you’re prey.

your eyes dart back to look at him again, surprised to find him still looking, still interested (as if he could look away), and this time you don’t immediately turn your gaze.

oh? his kitten’s gotten curious.

he preens. leans back a little to let you look your fill. it’s only fair, really, since he’s been doing it to you since you walked in.

your eyes widen at his casual display, but you take the invitation for what it is. your gaze isn’t sensual - it’s quick, rabbity. darts from place to place, never fully lingering on any one area before it’s onto the next.

cute.

once you’re done, though, you look back up at his face and you get embarrassed. you send him a weird, awkward little smile, before looking back down at your bottle, shame drawing around your shoulders like a blanket.

it makes suguru sad. upset. you shouldn’t feel like that, not when you haven’t done anything wrong. it’ll be something he trains out of you, the shame. it won’t be easy, but something tells him it’s something you need.

he can picture it now - spreading you wide on his sheets, seeing how your body reacts to him a hairsbreadth away from your sensitive core. dragging two long fingers through your folds, listening to you mewl. fingering you until your legs threaten to close around his ears, making you repeat after him that you are beautiful. that you are worthy. that you are everything.

suguru will worship you until you understand it yourself, that there is something gorgeous beneath your soggy, scared exterior.

he’ll teach you that there’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re with him. that he’ll utterly destroy anyone who tries to make you feel less than.

it’s not often that suguru goes unaware, so when he realizes he’s been lost in thought for a few minutes and now you’re no longer at your barstool, he gently, but quickly sits up at his full height, scanning the room for you.

he’s been described as eerie before, as too intense, but he revels in it now, eyes swiftly inspecting every person in the bar, before discarding them when they don’t match you.

suguru’s moments away from leaving the bar to go after you when finally, he hears you, your voice rising above the din, calling out to him.

not literally — you’re stumbling over your words to one of your friends, making your excuses to leave while they listen half-heartedly, obviously eager to get you to leave as well — but it might as well be a siren call to him.

(he commits the friend’s face to memory, knowing he’ll have to have a … chat with them in the coming weeks. you need good people around you, a support system, not people spending time with you from a place of obligation or, god forbid, pity. he’d rather them die before they make you feel inferior again.)

suguru watches you crumple in on yourself more and more, until you finally grab your purse and begin walking for the door. it’s then that he decides to move, paying for his drink before slipping through the crowd, despite his size and breadth.

by the time he gets to the door, you’re barely through it and he holds it open for you the rest of the way. you jump a little, tilting your head up to look at him, tears rimming your waterline.

his heart folds in on itself, sinks. you should never look like that. so defeated, so ashamed. he almost pulls you into him, almost holds your chin so he can study you, make sure you haven’t completely shattered.

but, he remembers - you’re a stray. if he moves too quickly, he can lose you forever. that’s not an option.

so, instead, suguru softens his face as best he knows how, pushing the door closed behind him so it’s just the two of you beneath the moonlight, alone but for the crickets at this time of night.

“are you alright, sweetheart?” he asks, honey soft, and he watches his words hit you. watches your face open up, tears filling your eyes more, but now for a different reason. watches as you respond to the gentle caress of someone caring about you, seeing past the paper thin walls you put up to protect yourself.

he watches you realize, in real time, that he’s a veritable stranger and the walls go back up, unknowing or uncaring of how flimsy they are. “y-yeah, i’m okay. thanks for - for asking.”

god, you’re perfect. so clearly mishandled and just waiting for someone to take care of you like you need.

the smile that crosses suguru’s face is genuine as he nods, moving closer to you slowly, like one would approach a wild animal.

“anytime, love,” your eyelids flutter at the term of endearment and suguru’s heart leaps. “make sure you take care of yourself, alright?”

your eyebrows furrow a little, like you’re upset he’s insinuating you need a reminder like a child, but it doesn’t last. you smile at him instead, small and private. suguru feels like he’s walking on air.

“i will, um-“

“suguru.” he doesn’t even entertain offering you his family name, not when he never wants to hear it fall from your lips. those lips part in surprise when you realize what he’s done and then break into a pleased grin as you offer him your own name, leaving off the family name in kind.

suguru’s mind sings. mine mine mine mine mine mine.

it chants it, a mantra, even as you wish him a goodnight and head off to your apartment, unaware how he slips into the shadows and follows you there.

it plays over and over as he stares up into your open windows, watching you greet your cat and then get undressed, talking to yourself at every step. endearing.

it remains a steady stream as he sits in the chair beside your bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you sleep, a little smear of drool at the corner of your mouth.

mine mine mine mine mine.

now all suguru has to do is make you realize it too.

[somewheres-woods]

Hi there! I’ve recently become a new fan of the Predator series. And been very hyperfixated on the currently shown Yautjas in Predator: Killer of Killers.

I wanted to request a Drabble of the humans (Ursa, Torres and the samurai ( I forgot his name…) with reader. Like how Ursa got her Axe, Then Samurai his Katana and Torres his little gun hehe. Then the reader who was left to fight with their fists.

I would like for the reader to be She/her, but it’s not important and it’s fine if it’s gender neutral!

Hopefully it’s not too much to request, it’s not very descriptive, i apologize for that. But I did wanna see what you’d come up with.

Mozel tov! I'm glad more people are becoming interested in Predator thanks to the new movies! I'd say I'm still relatively new to the fandom, I joined back in 2022 when Prey came out and I've been in love since. But there was barely any media to consume back then, so I'm glad we're getting a new wave of people coming in!

Anyway, enough of me yapping.

When you wake up in some kind of strange cryo chamber, that's your first hint that something is wrong. After plucking electrode patches off of your skin, you're met with a gurgling grumble of one of those beasts you had slayed. It's head tilted to beckon you forward.

You end up placed in a room with a samurai, a shieldmaiden, and some kind of mechanic? The mechanic seemed desperate to talk to anyone, but you're all taken out of the room before an actual conversation begins. Those beasts kneeling down at either side of the entrance in some kind of twisted show of respect.

The place you're led to is something else entirely. Something written in fantasy books, only difference is that this is some kind of nightmarish reality.

The one standing on top of the monster's skull is decorated in the bones of beasts that you couldn't even comprehend. Clearly the Leader of this entire operation.

The collar sits heavy on your throat as it translates his words.

A battle to the death.

The last one standing will face him.

You look at the two warriors standing on your right... yeah, you aren't beating them in a fight.

Three large capsules descend from above. Your weapons. The viking is given a shield, the samurai a sword, the mechanic a handheld gun...

You are presented with jack shit.

This is simply unfair.

He has a sword! He has a gun! And the woman has a shield, but you're sure she can do some serious damage with a defensive weapon. She should've been the one to fight bare handed. She looks like she could probably win with just her hands alone! At least the rest of you would be given an even playing field.

The shieldmaiden charges towards the samurai before you even have time to jump back properly, the samurai accidentally shoulder checking you in his rush to a defensive position.

Leaving you and the mechanic, who you've come to know as Torres.

...

He looks weak enough, you could probably tackle him and take his gun. But you don't know how to work a gun from the 1700s. Neither does he apparently as he twists and turns the pistol in his hand. He looks up at you.

You punch him square in the jaw.

Knocking him flat on the ground.

You hear a shout as the shieldmaiden charges at you from behind. You barely turn around in time to see her. But the samurai is much faster than you, blocking her attack. He shouts at her in Japanese, but unsurprisingly, it falls upon deaf ears.

It's only until a giant beast enters the ring and swallows Torres do you think that perhaps working together might be a good idea.

The beast is swept away by a clean-up crew once you all defeat it, taking with it a dead Torres. But you can't mourn the loss long before the mechanic bursts through the gate on some kind of flying motorbike.

Riding up the monster's skull to reach the top, only for the beast to launch an axe towards the vehicle. It spins out of control, throwing yourself and Torres off to the side in a firey explosion. It takes a hot second to get back up before Torres grabs your arm and hauls you up, ducking behind a wall of flames and peeking between the embers.

He looks at you.

You nod.

You sneakily make your way onto the ship, watching the mechanic as he tries to operate the ship, mumbling incessantly to himself as he struggles to man the controls. You hang onto the side of his seat, losing your footing more than once. The two of you shout for the samurai and the viking to hurry up and board the ship.

The ship begins to take off, and you look behind you to check if the other two have made it on safely. A wince pulls at your facial muscles as you see the samurai missing an arm.

A sigh of relief nearly escapes you.

Foolishly thinking that you were out of the woods.

Until a harpoon spears itself into the back of the ship. Dragging it back down, making you all lose your balance.

The three of you in the back attempt to pull at the harpoon to no avail. The shieldmaiden says something in her native tongue, placing her fist on her chest as she nods softly.

She uses her shield to zip down the wire.

Sacrificing herself.

...

You didn't even know her name.

But whatever she does cuts the wire loose. And Torres wastes no time in firing off the engines again.

You and the samurai approach the mechanic's seat. Looking over at the two of you, the samurai nods in acknowledgement.

"やったね...兄弟."

[yanderecrazysie]

Mermay Day 6: Predator and Prey

Pairing: Yandere! Kageyama Tobio x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, mershark Kageyama, mermaid reader

Note: These are all going to be short. Please don’t complain.

“Watch out for sharks!”

It was the same cry every day. From your mother to your father to the guards of the city. If one thing was drilled into your head since you were little, it was that mersharks were evil.

Evil, evil creatures that tore mermaids apart with their sharp teeth and strong jaws. You heard rumors that they liked to play with their food before killing you.

So you kept an eye out as you headed to the coral reef to admire its beauty. The moonlight lit up the coral just right, shimmering on the little fish’s scales. You were too busy watching the fish to notice the signs.

It wasn’t until all the fish disappeared did you realize something was wrong. The water suddenly felt colder and there was an eerie silence. You turned around, “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Don’t be stupid, you thought, just get out of here!

You turned to swim back towards the city, but stopped in place as a voice spoke to you.

“I finally found you.”

You turned around slowly and the life left your body. Utter shock and horror filled you.

Mershark!

His body was lithe and toned, with a deep blue shark tail. His blue eyes were fixed on you like a predator looks at prey.

“You’re real,” he murmured, slowly swimming closer. 

Your heart stuttered as he came into arm’s reach. 

“You shouldn’t have come out here alone.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you protested, “I was just-”

He began to circle you. You felt like a minnow surrounded by larger fish. Trapped and desperately not ready to be eaten. The cold water swirled around you as you tracked the mershark’s every movement.

“You always come to the reef at night.”

You stopped breathing. He’d been watching you? How had you not noticed?

“I waited… but you never noticed me.”

His tone was as cold as the water. Your scales prickled at the intensity of his eyes on you. “I didn’t see you, I’m sorry!

“It’s fine,” he interrupted. He moved towards you and you darted backwards. “Don’t swim away.”

Your tail lashed and you turned away, fins slicing the current as you made a break for it. You could sense him close behind, but didn’t dare look around at him.

He called out to you, just on your tail.

“Let’s see how long you can swim, little minnow!”

[synthetickitsune]

(this is original version of this drabble bcs i ended up disliking it and rewrote it, for anyone who's curious asdjhsfk)

“Let me go!” You scream. You kick, you punch, you trash around. You claw at his body - but what are human nails compared to fox’ claws?

And in the next moment you’re slammed full force against a tree trunk. It forces all air out of your lungs and you’re left gasping for breath. Fire swallows the back of your skulls. Between a fox and a bear, which is the safer option? 

“No!” Joshua growls, and it’s the growl of an animal. Like he’s shedding the remains of his humanity. “You can’t say no and I can’t let you go!”

“You have to!” you shout back, as much as you can shout, when you can breathe again. 

“We only fall in love once - once, y/n,” he hisses. His face tells a story of pain, not anger. It’s a shame. It really is. You like him. You love him. But this isn’t natural. It’s not what you want, and it’s not a relationship either of you deserves. 

Besides after this scene, you’re wondering if you truly knew him. Even in the moments you thought you saw him at the most animalistic he could be, he was always sweet and proper to you. So who is this monster? Hearing a ‘no’ is a risk, a possibility that he should’ve considered before he told you the truth - before he approached you in his human disguise.

“I’m sorry, Joshua-“

“Don’t call me that!”

He’s desperate. Barking for help. A whining little fox cub left abandoned on an open field with hawks circling the blue sky. The gentle brown of his eyes makes way for lime, his pupils narrowing into vertical slits. His hands keep you still and immobilized, his hold firm but not painful. The claws digging into your skin remind you it could be, though. 

“No matter what I call you, it won’t change my answer, Shua,” you try to calm down, “It’s not my fault you fell in love with the wrong person.”

If possible, his face twists further in anguish. 

His sharp claws break skin and you whimper. 

“I’m not letting you go,” he rumbles quietly. A movement behind him catches your attention. His tail - slowly swishing like it always does when he’s deep in thought. His claws ease slightly, the wounds hurt, sting, but you’re too scared to make another sound. You barely breathe. 

“This isn’t right, Shua,” you plead with him, “We live in two different worlds. We don’t belong together.”

He snarls at you, his ears flat against his skull. He never acted like that towards you. His eyes are cold like that of a predator.

You can see the cogs turning in his head. Maybe it’s not a good thing to know another person too well. Then you wouldn’t know how much your rejection must’ve hurt him. He opened up to you, slowly. You know about his fear of abandonment, of unrequited love - you grimace internally.

You can’t feel sympathy for him. You don’t know what he might do. He might be very dangerous for you.

Behind the fox his tail, slowly, comes to a stop.

“I’m not letting you go,” he says again, this time calmly. He’s not arguing with you, he’s not trying to persuade you, he’s not negotiating with you - he’s merely informing you about a decision he’s made. 

You laugh in disbelief, a panicked, desperate sound.

“How are you going to do that? I have a job, friends, family… bills to pay.”

His lips curl into something akin to a smile. Gentle, patient. Benevolent, almost. It sends shivers down your spine. Maybe it’s the night. Maybe it’s the shadows dancing across his face. And it definitely is the glint of moonlight catching on his fangs as he speaks.

You have to be reading him wrong. Your Joshua would never hurt you. He’d never scare you like this.

“Haven’t I told you?” His smile widens. The sharp canines a playful threat that doesn’t seem so innocent to you. “Once a fox drags you into their den, you no longer exist to the world. Foxes never let their prey escape.” He leans closer, warm breath fanning over your ear as he purrs: “You might as well be dead.”

He embraces you, swaying you slightly from side to side. His prized possession. Everything that he’s been longing for. You’re frozen, unable to move.

“Thank you for helping me see the way,” he sighs into your ear blissfully. That finally shakes you up, just as his hand circles your wrist. 

“Shua, what- No! You can’t mean-”

“You’re not my prey, of course,” he giggles, “You’re my lover, silly.”

You let out a small cry. This isn’t your Joshua. Something must’ve possessed him. Something scarier than he is.

“I’m serious, darling,” he chirps, pulling you along despite you digging your heels into the earth, “We’ll be so happy! It won’t be long before you accept me. I know you love me already, you must just be scared, you poor thing. Don’t worry. I’ll show you there’s nothing to fear.”

You’re back to square one. You scream, kick, thrash around. You call for help, but who’d hear in an abandoned park? Who’d try to save another instead of being glad they’re not the ones screaming?

[sanjoongie]

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𐂂Pairing: White Tiger! Hybrid Reader (f) x Spotted Deer! Hybrid San 𐂂Au: Hybrid au 𐂂Trope: best friends to lovers 𐂂Genre: smut, pwp 𐂂Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact! 𐂂Summary: one day you pick up your best friend after a long day of work and can't help but smell his arousal. then you pounce 𐂂Word Count: 1 811 𐂂Warnings: hand job, oral (m), praise kink (m), dom! Reader, sub! San, cum eating 𐂂Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for being hardworking beta readers. @starlitmark because you gotta tag the hybrid queen when you write one 𐂂divider credit to @cafekitsune

San opened the passenger’s side door and climbed into your car. He smelled like cotton candy and whiskey, which was exactly like the strip club that he bartended for smelled like. “Hey,” San murmured tiredly.

“Hi Sannie!” You greet him in the driver’s seat. You always picked him up after his late Saturday night shift, insisting that he should never have to worry about anything after. “How was work?”

“Fine,” San rubbed a hand over his face, “I’m starving.”

“Oh!” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get on your knees to reach into the backseat. “I brought you a yummy salad, let me grab it.”

San watched with large eyes as your tail perked up at your excitement. Your tail raised the skirt you were wearing and bared the back of your thighs for his viewing pleasure. He watched at how the body glitter that you dusted over yourself all the damn time glimmered in the late-night light. What would it feel like to fuck his dick between those thighs? Would his dick get covered with glitter too? San shook his head to clear it. What the fuck was he doing? You were his best friend. This wasn’t right.

You sat down, breathless and happy. Your nostrils flared and then you dropped open your mouth, so the smells could hit the roof of your mouth. You closed your mouth and narrowed your eyes at San. “What's wrong?”

San’s eyes widened momentarily before he looked out the window. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did you get a lap dance from one of those dirty bunnies?” You snarled, eyes scanning the front door for the mentioned strippers. You leaned across the car, placing a hand on his thigh. When San’s muscle contracted instinctively upon your touch, your nails dug into the sensitive flesh there, and he yelped softly.

San’s spotted deer ears rotated anxiously. “I didn't! I pinky swore I wouldn't, remember?”

Your head turned sharply and San sucked in his breath. He'd never been more aware that you were a predator animal and he was prey than in this moment, with your slitted eyes sharp and on him. “That's right. For your own good too. I know some panthers who have caught some itchy bugs from those dumb bunnies. I won't let that happen to you, Hart.” You bit down on your lower lip, staring at him fondly after saying your nickname for him. “But I would like you to answer my original question.”

“N-nothing is wrong!” San stuttered.

San squeaked when you grabbed his antlers firm with both hands, holding his head in place. They were velvety and hard under your skin. “I can smell how wet you are right now, San.”

San whimpered at your dirty words. “Even the back of your thighs are glittery,” he whispered in a slight pout.

“Oh.” You stare at him, blinking a few times. “Yeah. I was out earlier. Stalking night.”

“Oh.” San’s oh sounded desolate. “Did you get anyone good?”

“No.” You studied San’s face like it had all the answers. “Why does it matter that my legs have glitter?”

San’s face began to redden. He sputtered through his sentence. “You get it all over me and I can never get them off of me, you know how much I hate that!”

You half-smiled. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Because everyone always asks if it's from my girlfriend and I have to tell them no, I don't have a leggy doe waiting for me--” San gasped as your nails dug into his scalp, at the base of his antlers. 

You smiled regretfully and removed your hands, gently rearranging San’s hair. “I'm sorry.”

San suddenly wished he hadn't snapped at you. Your presence was missed immediately. “No--I--don't mean--you just!!”

You sit properly and re-belt yourself into your seat. “I should get you home.”

The ride is so silent, it's painful. You turn on some music and San can't help but hum along to your music. He knew all your favorites, watched as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly to the beat. He watched the street lights travel over the plane of your face as you took him home. He loved the quiet moments during the night like this, well usually, but tonight it wasn't comfortable.

You parked your car and sighed. “Special delivery,” You said half-heartedly and San’s heart contracted.

“Kitten…” Where could San even start?

“Nevermind I asked,” You said in a clipped tone, “I had no right.”

“I don't…” San couldn't falter, he had to keep going forward. “I don't want a leggy doe at home. By the way,” he said in a breathy voice.

You rubbed your lips together, eyes watching the neon light across the road run through its pattern. “No? Maybe a plump bunny, huh?”

“I want a lovable tiger who would stay up late just to drive me home and make sure I'm safe,” San corrected you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?!” San cried out immediately.

“Everyone knows predator and prey couples never work out,” You reply flatly.

“That's not true!” San protested. “Just because your kind used to dig your fangs into my kinds neck--”

Your sharp intake of breath in response went over San's head. “San!”

“--and used to eat our flesh!”

You licked your lips, eyes glancing down towards the smell you had long ago identified as San’s precum.

“Doesn't mean tigers and deer couldn't be together! Romantically!” San finished his rant.

“San?”

“I'm right and if you're too brainwashed I can say it again!” San insisted.

“San!”

“What?!” San yelled back at you.

“Can I suck you off?”

San almost melted into the seat right then and there. “Wh-what?”

“I dunno what you were doing earlier but I can smell your arousal. I can tell you’re turned on. I want to pop your cock in my mouth and--” A low growl emitted from the back of your throat. “Fuck, the things you do to me Choi San.”

“Me?!” San’s eyebrows furrow in frustration? You’re the one that insists on wearing short skirts and don’t bother with the tail slot! You know how many times I’ve seen your underwear because of that damn tricky tail of yours?!”

A slow smile began to bloom on your face. “You like when my tail raises my skirt?”

San swallowed hard, his pulse speeding up. He knew that face. “Yes. No. What are you doing?”

You got on your hands and knees and turned towards San. Your knees were still on your seat and your hands were on the center console. Your ass raised up behind you and your tail lifted out of the way--essentially causing your skirt to fall up your back and expose your ass and underwear. “Let me suck your cute little dick, San,” You purred.

“I-it’s not cute!” San protested, the pout back again, “Don’t say that!”

Your nails dug into the center console, kneading and adding marks. “Let me find out then. Prove me wrong.”

San’s lips pressed together. His eyes flitted about. It was so early in the morning that the rest of the world was still asleep but that didn’t dismiss the fact that the two of you were parked on the side of the street and anyone could see you two. His tail fluttered nervously between the small of his back and the seat. Fuck.

“Fine. Yes. But my place is right there! Kitten!”

You ignored San’s protests as soon as he gave you the green light to suck him off. Your nails made quick work of his pants and soon you were pulling down his leather pants and underwear to reveal his cock. It was only a semi-chubby but it was cute. You cooed at it for a moment before pinching it between your fingers, playing with the head to get San harder. You licked your lips in anticipation of having him in your mouth. He was going to taste so good with his vegetarian diet. Prey lovers were so delicious.

San’s whimper caught in the back of his throat and his back arched into your touch. You were teasing him and tears beaded at the corner of his eyes immediately. “D-don’t,” he whimpered.

You stopped, his dick between your still fingers and you cocked your eyebrow. “Don’t?”

San’s pout deepened. “Don’t tease me.” When your features didn’t smooth out, he uttered a “please” to his previous statement.

You giggled and San’s dick twitched. “You’re cute, Sannie.”

“I’m not cute!” San objected.

“So fucking cute,” You murmured to yourself and dipped your head down even lower to take him in your mouth finally. 

For a fucking deer hybrid, San sure was thick. You didn’t struggle getting him into your mouth, his length wasn’t something to scream about but the girth! He was thick and it somehow matched him perfectly. You bobbed up and down on him and San let out another delectable noise, desperate and needy. 

Your mouth was so wet and hot around him, your tongue swirling around his head, already sensitive from when you played with him. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way you were sucking him off. “Wait-wait! I’m gonna--not so rough!” San swallowed loudly again, barely containing a groan escaping his lips.

You didn’t listen to a word he said, determined to get him to squirt into your mouth. You wanted him sated and vulnerable. Everything in your predator body said that this was the way. You worked your lips up and down his mouth, rough tongue playing with the slit of his cock and soon San’s hands were on the top of your head, holding you down as he came in your mouth. You swallowed greedily, his sperm tasting wonderfully of the fruits he consumed regularly. It was worth it all. 

You lifted off of him, wiping some cum that had attempted to escape the corners of your lips, and drank in the sight of San post-orgasm. He was panting, his pink lips barely parted to allow for the air to move between them. His eyes were hooded and he was whimpering. 

You leaned over and kissed him, tangling your tongue with his so that he could taste himself. It gave you some perverse pleasure when he made a noise of protest but soon allowed himself to be lulled into the kiss. While he was distracted, you unbuttoned his vest a fraction and rubbed your hand along his upper body. 

San was going to be pissed when he found the glitter later but you’d let your future self deal with the repercussions. He didn’t know you wore the glitter to effectively mark him, warning everyone else off of him until you could get him to a good place mentally to capture him. It was cute that he thought he was talking you into being with him.

[borkunlimited]

Luke & Kieran's Bakery Attack(s) - 2

Running around the N109 zone takes energy and what is the best way to deal with that? Buying pastries and paying for them later, of course! (They are not stealing if you plan to pay.) Yet, that is only half the fun because what they really come for in that little bakery is that cute sheep hybrid who holds a grudge on them till kingdom come. A Sheep Hybrid! Reader x Wolf Hybrid! Luke & Kieran Tags: Luke x Reader, Kieran x Reader, Fluff, Banter, Predator/Prey Chapter Summary: In which Luke and Kieran brings you to school. Author's Note: Yeah, I decided to write more. I also decided to just put these all together in one work in AO3. AO3 Attack Count: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 If you want to read the main series: Take Your Time, Miss Deer

Attack # 2: With 3 Minutes to Spare

You ran all the way to the only train station located at the edge of the N109 zone that goes to the city only to see the last morning train leave.

Right in front of you.

If hopes and dreams can flash in the blink of an eye, then this is the physical manifestation of it.

Your feet hurt, your bike was stolen and you won’t admit it but Luke and Kieran were right. You should have ‘uglified’ that thing and now some sucker has it. 

Just because someone’s bike is left in the rack doesn’t mean it is public property. What’s wrong with people here in the N109 zone? Sure, the ratio of predator hybrid to prey hybrid is at 5 to 1 but they really are not even trying to dispel the ‘predator hybrids are bad’ allegation of the century.

Or maybe it is another prey hybrid who stole it? It doesn’t matter. You will find that motherfucker and make them pay for the bike you bought with six months worth of allowance from the internet.

The day has barely started and you find yourself slumping against one of the benches, your bag beside you and you fiddled with the keychain alarm hanging in it.

Not like anyone here would jump on you, not when there is this young deer hybrid running around (Why do they call him again? Rui? Lou?) who is ensuring the safety of all prey hybrids and it looks like Mr. Sylus doesn’t mind because if he does, that deer guy should be in the bottom of the ocean right now.

“Oh, skipping class, cream puff? How irresponsible.”

You didn’t turn around, fully aware the twins are here to hold this misfortune over your head so you just raised a middle finger to them then slumped further.

“So sad, feels bad,” Luke said, sitting on your left while Kieran took his place on your right, moving your bag in his lap.

They were just passing by, really, not like they put in their morning weekday routine to follow you covertly every time you make your way here in the train station.

“Where can I petition for more trains here?”, you groaned.

“You can leave another polite voicemail to the boss’ office,” Kieran suggested, poking your cheek, “You know, like how you did before when you ratted us out.”

“I reported you, not ratted you out. There’s a difference,” you corrected him, throwing him a glare and you glanced at the train station’s clock.

30 minutes till class starts. There is no way you will get there on time even if you call a taxi.

It was rather unusual to see you frown so hard. Sure, it is your default face around them but your heavy sighs point at the fact you are not too happy missing school and they know it is partially their fault having woke you up in the middle of the night to ask for leftover pastries.

They can sneak in the kitchen but choose not to, not when your brother is literally in the middle of the floor waiting for them with a rolling pin.

That dumb dog has a ridiculously good nose too. 

“You know, the boss has motorbikes that can run fast,” Luke started slowly, and you just shot him a glare, wondering what will you do with that fun fact when everyone here is already aware that if you put all of the cars and motorbikes Mr. Sylus owns, it would fill a 10 story condominium and maybe it wouldn’t even be enough.

The guy’s loaded.

“So fast that it will only take us 10 minutes from here to your school,” Kieran mused, tapping his finger on his chin.

Oh.

Are these two for real?

“Don’t tell me you guys are going to steal-”

“Not steal, borrow. There’s a difference,” Luke corrected you, and they both stood up, Kieran carrying your bag while Luke held your hand, leading the way out of the train station.

“He’s going to kill you. Don’t drag me to this!”, you exclaimed, trying to pull away but the twins looked at each other, grinning beneath their masks.

“Nah,” they said in unison.

“What do you mean ‘nah’?!”

“Nah.”

“When will I have a decent conversation with you two- Hey!”

Luke heaved you on his shoulders, sprinting through the streets back at the mansion with his brother right behind, the buildings a blur and their tails wagging in excitement.

It was almost fun, the closest semblance they can have to your life. They only saw these on shows they watch during their spare time and with you when they barge in your bedroom during your Friday night binge.

School sounds fun or maybe, it just sounds fun if you are in it.

Every night, Luke and Kieran talked about the what-ifs.

If the humans did not pull them out of the orphanage to be their lab puppies or if that hybrid couple chose them instead.

Will they still be able to meet you? They both agree they would. They’ll be your cool classmates who walk with you to school and back to your house.

Maybe, the dumb dog you call brother would also be a tad bit nicer to them too.

But right now, they are in the present and they still have 20 minutes to get you to class.

“They weren't kidding when they said Mr. Sylus is rich,” you commented, Luke passing you a helmet while you scanned the garage of the base.

They both snickered, pulling out two of the few motorbikes that Sylus usually lets them have a spin.

Apparently, this is just one of the many garages he has.

“You should see his room of antiques.”

“Or building of antiques,” Kieran piped in, correcting his brother.

“So, who’s your favorite twin, sheepie?”, Luke asked, grinning and making sure the strap under your chin is secure.

Their tails wagged when they looked back at you, already onboard their motorbikes and waiting for your answer. Will they fight over this later if you choose the other? There is chance but it doesn’t matter if the twin who wasn’t chosen for today can hear your bickering over the intercoms and-

-The warmth of your arms around the twin luckily picked by you today.

“My shoe! It fell off-”

“No chance of getting that back! Lose the other too, cream puff!”

Your left shoe went flying far away from you while the three of you breeze through the side of the bridge and when you thought you could probably pick it up after school, a gust of wind carried it and off it went, doing a quick somersault and diving towards the river.

You may have attended school that day with just your black socks on, 3 minutes before the class and while you started the day on the wrong foot (or maybe, feet?), your day ended with a surprise on your shoe locker.

Not the comic book borrowed to you by a friend already overdue by 3 months.

Not a glitter bomb.

Not a love letter.

In the supposed to be empty space are brand new school shoes.

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Author's Note: Perhaps my purpose is to write fics for these two LMAO (and yea I am making references in the main fic.)

AO3

Attack Count: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

[pocket-watcher]

“It’s interesting, with a power set so vast you must have some weakness just as broad to balance you out.” The scientist said as they poked and prodded you.

You laughed nervously. “What? No. That’s ridiculous. I don’t have any weaknesses.”

And you believed that, of course. Fire resistance, high pain thresholds, and you no longer had your fear of heights! Turns out saving people 20 stories up really helps with exposure therapy!

“Biologically speaking, everything has a weakness. Predators have blind spots, they’re scared of noise, they can’t conceal their blood like prey can. So… what’s your weakness?” The scientist mused once more, not asking you specifically but more as if asking the universe.

You took a deep breath and tried not to panic. This was one of the top scientists in the country, here to help you, not to take you down.

“Are you okay?” They asked, innocently.

Too innocent.

They looked up as you looked down. Nose to nose.

Your head shot upwards to avoid their stare.

“Yeah! I-I’m fine. Just… you know…” You rocked your head slightly trying to think of another topic to talk about. “So… what do you think my weakness is?”

Their eyes lit up.

In a flash they rounded up a box and began showing your data.

Despite your enhanced intelligence your brain couldn’t keep up with the speed at which they spoke.

“-and if you look at this graph here, you’ll find what’s really interesting is the activity in your prefrontal cortex spikes! At the same time your right medial temporal lobe starts working overtime, like a forceful relaxant. It’s like somehow a specific combination of lights and patterns overrides your brain like a giant helping of melatonin!”

Um.

“What?”

They blinked at you. “Aha… got a little excited there. Maybe a demonstration would help?”

You began to agree as they span you into a seat and wheeled you through the lab.

Dear god these scientists were fearless, you thought.

When you came to a stop you were hooked up to several wires, a heart-rate monitor, some strange-looking device holding your head in place (and possibly scanning it too?) and your arms pinned down… not that those restraints could do much. You’d bench pressed a 747 before lunch.

“Okay. So, I want you to listen to the voice coming out of the speakers and to watch the screen. Okay?”

You nodded, still unsure, but that unsureness seemed to disappear instantly once the screen began flashing.

The colours were too fast for you to register. The voice was repeating words that both you couldn’t understand but also rewrote your brain.

You felt your mouth hang open and your body go limp. You were vulnerable, incapacitated, all within a single minute of this scientist hooking you up to the machine.

“It’s just as I thought! How do you feel?” They asked, lifting your limp wrist and dropping it down before scribbling more notes.

You couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to.

They checked your pupils for responses and studied the data, whilst you sat there staring at the screen. Listening to the constant flow of unintelligible words.

“Okay! We should probably get you outta there, huh?” They said as they flipped the machine off.

It took you a while to fully come to your senses.

“…What was that?” You asked, incredulously.

“That was your weakness. Theorised, and now proven.”

You didn’t know what to do. You’d never been made to feel so small. So at the mercy of someone else.

“You had no right.”

You stopped. The safety of the world was at stake. If this information fell into the wrong hands…

“Woah there, we’re the only ones here! I won’t tell anyone. I promise…”

You felt an “if” coming.

“If you let me run more tests like that? We can work together, see if we can find a way for you to resist it.” The scientist smiled kindly.

You felt scared for the first time in a long time. Scared of what someone could make you do. How they could make you feel.

“Fine. If that’s the price to keep you from talking, we can run more tests.” You settled.

“Great! I promise you won’t regret it!” The scientist waved you out of the room. Once you were out of earshot they typed out a message:

It worked just as you said it would. I’ll start working on the conditioning pronto. You sure I shouldn’t have tried turning them now?

A phone pinged back a moment later:

No… slow and steady wins the race my friend. Great work.

Somewhere, a villain smiled at her phone, dreaming of a subservient hero.

[seoliee]

It's been a while since I wrote something so it might be trash lolol but I tried my best because there aren't any stories for my main ;_;

Behind Those Eyes

Reverse 1999: X x reader

"So... what is this supposed to be?"

You ask, staring at the unknown contraption X had placed in front of her desk. His handsome facial features beaming with excitement and pride.

"It's my newest innovation! Introducing the great expresso making machine!" X exclaims, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he made goofy hand gestures towards the contraption that he made.

You made an exasperated sigh, your gaze flickers to the grinning young scientist in front of you. As much as you are tired of his antics, you cannot deny the fondness you feel in your heart whenever he gives you that grin he seldom gives to others.

"What does it do exactly aside from of course, making expresso?" You ask, leaning yourself further on your swivel chair and crossing your arms waiting for his demonstration.

"I'm so glad you asked my dear (Y/n)."

And so, he went on lengthy explanation on how this new contraption of his is another step close to the great future and exaggerates how it could solve every coffee lovers dilemma.

Mainly, because the machine does the little artwork thing on the foam by itself rather than doing it themselves therefore no failures and you drink your coffee right away without any do-overs.

Perhaps, you should hide his coffee beans to lessen his caffeine addiction and knock some sense into that handsome head of his.

"Well? Amazing, right?" X looks quite pleased with himself, pertaining to the smug smile curled up on his lips.

"Yes. Indeed it is." You replied, clapping your hands and trying your best to show a genuine smile.

Though, of course nothing could get pass X's watchful eyes.

He pouts, looking as if he was about to throw a tantrum like a child. "Come on... That's the driest response I've ever gotten from you." He complains, displeased by your lack luster reply. He thought you would be so enthusiastic and basically be jumping all over the place.

His heterochromatic eyes narrows at you, as if a predator watching its prey carefully.

You had a sudden change after getting assigned to work under Madam Z. He deduced it must be because of the sudden inflation of workload or perhaps another variable he's unknown of.

Either way, he didn't liked it that much. No. Anyone, but not his (Y/n).

He heard you sigh once more, breaking out of his trance. He looked at you with concern as he sat down on top of your desk. "Hey, what's wrong? Is everything fine in your department?" He asks, sounding genuinely concern for her well-being.

You don't even know where to start. It's not like you can tell him everything you've witnessed as it'll endanger both you and him. Her lips pursed into a thin line, frowning. "It's just about the mountains of paperworks I have to do tomorrow." It's not a lie. You do always have a lot of paperwork to read and sign.

However, X had seen through it but decides not to go into detail.

"Then why don't you ask to be reassigned somewhere else?"

"That can't be done. It'll look so unprofes— woah!"

Before you could register what just happened. X had forcefully turned your swivel chair to make you face him, extending his arm to the head rest so his face is now close to yours. So close that you can practically feel his breath against your own parted lips.

His other hand was on top of your hand rested on the armrest, practically caging you underneath his body. His hypnotic heterochromatic eyes were squinted down, gazing deep into your own wavering pupils.

"I can go make a request to Madam Z to reassign you back in my department." He speaks in a hush tone, his hot breath fanning against your lips.

His eyes trail to your parted lips as he brings up his hand and runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

"I missed working with you, (Y/n)"

Before things could escalate further, you gathered your bearings together and gently pushes him off of you much to his dismay.

"B-Breaktime is over. I.. I have to go and deliver some papers to Madam Z." You hastily grab a few random papers off your desk and ran off outside the room with your cheeks flaming red and fuming.

Once you're out of earshot. X laughs and lets himself sit down on your swivel chair and glances up to the white ceiling above him.

"My dear little lamb has gotten so easily flustered these days..."

His right hand goes up to cover his peculiar yellow eyes that has a gear iris and combs back his bangs up.

"Perhaps blowing up this whole place isn't so bad." He says to himself, letting himself absorbed into his own thoughts.

He made a gun with his hand and makes an action like he shoots himself, chuckling once again to the thought.

"Just kidding..."

~•~

"Have you ever wondered what the outside world looks like?" A little version of (Y/n) asks the small gray head boy beside her.

"Sometimes. Why do you ask?" The boy asks.

Little (Y/n) continues to stare up at the glass ceiling above them and watches as birds freely flies above the globe. (Y/n)'s eyes glints in wonder. How would it feel to be free? Free from this orphanage.

"Because I want to see it. I don't wanna stay here anymore."

The boy only stared at her. A comforting silence engulfed them both before be uttered a response.

"Want me to burn everything and escape?

Little (Y/n) turns her attention to him and watches how the gear iris in his peculiar yellow eye began to turn.

[milkiedimitrescu]

Here's an idea if you're interested, do it similarly to the way you did Alcina in the backrooms! Only with a twist, make the Dimitrescu's extra horrifying for sure! Only add a liiiiittle something in the background every once in awhile, maybe Alcina starts feeling strangely nervous when walking down the hall to her room alone at night, maybe one of her daughters heard footsteps rounding a corner but didn't see anyone, maybe Alcina finds out one of the maids who she assumed her daughters killed wasn't killed by any of them, she tries to brush this off when she considers going to Mother Miranda for help, telling herself it's probably just her paranoia or something, telling herself what could SHE possibly have to fear? She's the most feared thing in the village!! Nothing can hurt her or her daughters, she's perfectly safe! Although that still doesn't explain the sudden fight or flight feeling she suddenly gets when she's alone at night when she's never had it before, nor does it explain her daughters coming to her with the same feeling, definitely add the horror stuff regarding what Alcina and her daughters do, although maybe add some hints that they're not the only predators in the castle anymore, honestly I don't think I've currently seen an analog like this where the killers have the tables turned on them, it would definitely at least make it stand out!

This is all just a suggestion though so if it's not something you'd be interested in, I won't get offended if you don't do it, just thought I'd try to help. 😊

DAMN I LIKE THIS A LOT also would like to add on cause now I have a bunch of ideas

Long post ahead btw

Alright alright... WHAT IFFF the thing that mysteriously killed one of the maids could be an alternate? Y'know... alternates from the mandela catalog tape on youtube?? (y'all should check out the series it's so good)

A brief summary of what an alternate is is basically a doppelganger. or... a thing pretending to be your doppelganger. Its an entity species that can shape shift into humans and even animals. It can even mimic voices that you know. It has bad intentions of killing the person it is impersonating, and trying to replace them to kill their loved ones. at least... that's how I put it.

I wonder the reason why Alcina feels paranoid walking down the castle halls at night is because an alternate is watching her every move, analyzing how she speaks, walks, and everything and tries to mimic it so it can one day get rid of Alcina and trick the daughters into thinking it's their mother when it's really not. And it might not even be just Alcina who has an alternate after her, but perhaps the whole village and outside the village. But even in the daytime she even feels slightly off. The shift of energy in the castle is still apparent, but not as apparent in the night.

But what if they found out about the alternates from early on? Like they hear the warning podcast about them on the radio player. One of the maids find that a dvd player in a box was found on the steps of the entrance doors of the castle after they hear a mysterious knock on the door. They go and give it to the ladies and let them know about it. They play it on the radio player and they now can't help but feel the energy shift. Nothing feels right anymore. Something is wrong.

For some reason... a shiver runs down Alcina's spine when she hears "if you see a person that looks identical to you, run away and hide." and the podcast cuts off because the reason she has been feeling this way at night and felt unsafe was because of the fact something or someone was in the castle. And they are not friendly or aren't how mutants are in the village but something far more sinister. They aren't visible but they are waiting... and looking for the first prey they should fool.

Alcina would of course contact Mother Miranda and maybe her "siblings" to see if they know about the so called "alternates" as well, and they all say yes and they all need to be careful because we cannot trust voices we hear or people we see that looks and sounds off, because they could be an alternate trying to trick you into thinking they are someone you know. Hell, even Mother Miranda is taken aback at these new "entity's" roaming the village in silence and found out that it's not only the village that has alternate's but outside of it as well. They don't know what they want or how to get rid of them, but they need to find a way to survive and figure out a way to avoid them or perhaps kill them.

[thesearemycurrentobsessions]

The Pack

Not sick and not overwhelmed this week, but I still can't promise I've got anything insightful to say! Still, I had a much better time rewatching this episode than I thought I would. My thoughts below. As always, spoilers for anything BtVS/Ats are on the table.

Xander and Willow so excited about the zebra mating, it's nuts. "It was like the Heimlich, with stripes!" They're both wearing stripes. This feels like either the setup to a joke or some kind of Xillow foreshadowing that thankfully never went anywhere. Can't tell if I'm reading too much of too little into this one.

I get what they're doing with the 'high school is like the jungle' stuff, but I think Mean Girls may have done it better

That said, there's a few moments I really like:

-The chimp looking up as the pack approaches, as though responding to a predator.

-Same with Herbert responding to Xander.

-The pack turning on Lance in the dodgeball game. Even though he's on their team, they can sense that Buffy is another predator, while he's prey.

Buffy liking Herbert the pig is so cute! She's really serving Fern from Charlotte's Web vibes.

It's clearly meant to be one last hurrah for Flutie to make his death hit a bit harder, but I like his line to Buffy about how older generations are always telling the younger ones about what they're doing wrong. Even if he's been fussy and a minor antagonist thus far, it rounds him out a little.

I don't think BtVs has done a ton of interesting stuff with shot composition (at this point in the show), but I really like this shot. Very nicely showcases that Xander is not Willow's friend, he's theirs.

It is a little interesting that Lance drops out of the episode about a third of the way through. If the pack were going to eat anyone, I'd have thought it'd be him instead of Flutie. I'd say this was a bit of misdirection, but I think the jump from 'eating a pig' to 'eating a person' is already so huge, that most viewers certainly aren't expecting either! I know I wasn't on my first watch.

For the record, I'm not complaining about this! I think the choice to change the status quo and kill Flutie rather than a one-off episode student was a great move.

I am not immune to Alyson Hannigan's big, green watery eyes. 🥺🥺🥺

"Dilution of spirit" is such a fascinating turn of phrase, really gotta get back to my WIP involving it. Not to jump headfirst into soul-lore when the show hasn't even dipped its toes into it yet, but does a person possessed by a primal hyena spirit still have their soul? How much of their actions are controlled by the animal and how much are things they already desired, albeit expressed more aggressively and without concern for consequences?

Which is just to say, I don't think we're meant to assume Xander's words or actions in the following scene with Buffy are anything he'd do normally. Whether or not it's things he's considered, or things he's wanted to do are up for debate (I'd personally lean toward 'no', though not wholeheartedly). But I've seen people take this scene to mean that this is Xander's True Self, which I don't buy in the slightest.

Nor do I think Xander pretending he doesn't remember anything at the end is some great sin. Mind you, I don't like it! I think he could've greatly benefited from talking about it and maybe apologizing to his friends. Because while he wasn't in control, it was his body and his words which hurt them, and if, later, we're to take Angel's intense remorse even a little seriously, that should count for something. I think this is a great example of what I think of as the Dead Man's Party problem: conveying that you need to talk about your problems, while reinforcing the idea that you should bury them. But we'll talk about that when we get there.

Oooo, Willow's little "Now I know"! Makes me grin every time. Got 'em!!!

The zookeeper, Weirick, is just the right amount of creepy to me, I really like him as a single-episode villain! Seeing him always makes me think of the excellent, if not disturbing fic In a Corner of My Soul

Interesting that even while possessed by the hyena spirit (and thus, Other enough that Weirick would prey on humans), the hyenas are willing to eat him, which some cursory googling indicates they don't normally do with their own species. Not man enough for his own kind, not bestial enough for theirs. Reminds me of another character, but I haven't thought this through enough to make any assumptions based on that

Whew, done! Can't wait to read what everyone else thinks.

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 9

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,616

Part 8 ←→ Part 10

Masterlist

Steve realized pretty quickly that sifting through all the bad things he did in search to find Beth meant he had to remember all those terrible things and feel guilty all over again. It was painful and he wished he didn’t have to spend his afternoon laying in bed and hating himself for being such an asshole all those years ago. He was thankful for Nancy, for knocking some sense into him, because if he was still that guy he never would’ve gotten close to the amazing people he knew and loved now. He’d been so lucky to get to know all of them and not worry about things his past self did, at least until now.

So he tried, he tried for so long his head actually hurt. The guilt that filled him was painful but he realized this was karma, for all the wrong he had done. He knew he deserved it so he kept recalling moments, moments to him that were just another day but more than likely ruined some one else’s. He went over every moment of the last five years until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Falling into a deep slumber with a weight on his chest, restricting him from being content until he made up for all the wrong things he had done in his life. Realizing that each of those moments were like nightmares and they had now infiltrated his dreams. The thing about dreams though is they can stunt from the deepest parts of your memory, and that was exactly what happened.

Walking into high school on the first day of freshman year was the scariest moment of most peoples lives. Steve remembered it like yesterday. Fearful of how classes would go, who would be his friends, which social class he would fall into. He knew which on he wanted. So he buried that fear deep inside, tried out for the swim team and basketball team. He made friends with Tommy H and in a short three months he was right where he wanted to be. Popular, untouchable, safe.

So on the first day of sophomore year not even a sliver of that fear reappeared as he walked through those doors. Girls waved, guys from the team slapped his back, Tommy had his arm wrapped around Carol. All was as it should be and they were no longer bottom of the food chain. They were a step closer to the top. The thing about each new year though meant more new freshman, freshman that held all that fear Steve once did. Freshman that were now thrust upon Tommy and his torture.

“Babe look at all these nerds. Fuckin’ freshman man” Tommy giggled, watching all the nervous new kids rush around the halls. Him and Carol were waiting for Steve at his locker, enjoying the show, smelling the fear.

“You were a freshman like two months ago Tommy” Steve chuckled, shoving his bag into the locker and not grabbing any books. Taking class seriously was so not cool.

“That’s my point, it’s our turn to torture them man. I’ve been waiting a whole year for this” Tommy said, removing his arm from Carol’s shoulders to rub his hands together. It was odd how Tommy looked at Freshman like a predator looked at its prey but Steve realized this was just another part of being popular, on how to stay at the top.

“Who’s the first victim baby?” Carol cooed, shrill voice making Steve’s ears ring. He could never understand what Tommy had seen in her.

“We gotta sniff them out, let’s see-.. Oh. Oh yeah, there she is” a devilish grin spread across Tommy’s face as he scanned the freshman hallway, scoping out his first sophomore meal. Steve’s eyes flicked up to see a bigger girl, fear painted across her face. Trembling hands reaching for the lock on her locker, and Tommy looked at her like the cat who ate the canary.

“Ha! She looks like dumbo” Carol giggled, no better than Tommy. Steve felt his heart rate speed up as the two laser focused on the scared new girl.

“Come on man, pick some guy that’s gonna try out for basketball” Steve tried, knowing that it could be seen as lighthearted. Going for the new girl because of her size was just vile.

“Nuh-uh. This one is gonna be fun” and just like that Tommy was stomping in the direction of the girl, shoulders high, and cocky smile perched on his lips.

“Come on Steve, stop being lame” Carol pouted before following Tommy and Steve realized he had no choice if he wanted to stay at the top, stay where people like Tommy couldn’t hurt him.

“Hey new girl” Tommy’s voice faked kindness but the hand slamming the girls locker shut was far from it.

“Uh-uh. Hi” she was almost too scared to look at the boy and Steve felt his palms begin to sweat.

“What’s your name new girl?” Tommy asked, more bite to his tone now and Carol giggled behind him like this was the best thing she’d seen all week.

“Beth” she spit out, glancing nervously between the three. Steve tried to give her a pained look, his eyes softening, features screaming a silent apology he wished she would see long enough to understand.

“What was it? Bertha?” Tommy snickered like he just told the best joke in all of time. Carol gasped before laughing loudly, now gaining the attention of passerby’s.

“It’s Beth” the whole girls body began to shake and Tommy ignored it as he looked back at Carol and Steve.

“Hey guys, welcome the new girl Bertha. Fitting name right?” Tommy pretended to introduce her, waiting for an answer from them both, a test. The answer Tommy was looking for was if they were up for the challenge, if they were going to be one of him or not.

“Very, I mean I’ve never met a skinny girl named Bertha” Carol’s words stung, Steve actually saw the girl flinch and tears begin to form behind her eyes. Kids in the hallway laughed. Tommy and Carol now looking at Steve to see where he chose to stand.

“Welcome Bertha, hopefully you fit in” Steve found himself saying before he could even consider the consequences of his actions. He just so desperately needed somewhere he fit in. He’d been lonely and hurt his entire life. Tears now tumbled down the girls cheeks, kids laughed and Tommy gave an approving smile.

“Don’t be silly Steve, she barely fit through the door” Tommy laughed, hands slapping his knees like he was proud. Steve had just answered his question and even though guilt pooled in his stomach at least now Steve had somewhere he belonged with people who had his back.

“Aw look, someone made Dumbo cry” Carol said between laughs and the girl finally snapped out of it, shoving Steve to the side as she rushed down the hall and to the girls bathroom, sobs raking her body.

“Oh that was too good. Steve, you really got her” Tommy chuckled, patting Steve on the back like a proud father. Steve was smart enough though to know he shouldn’t be proud. He had just hurt someone for his own benefit, and he was officially no better than his own father.

“Alright we had our fun, now try not to flunk the 10th grade” Steve slapped Tommy’s back and started in the direction of his first class, burying the memory of the morning as deep as he could. If he never had to remember the first time he hurt another person he’d be content. The first was always the worst, so he swore to never think of that moment again for as long as he lived.

“Shit!” Steve woke up in a cold sweat, tears rimming his eyes because he realized something worse than he could’ve ever imagined when it came to how he knew Beth. Not only had he bullied her, he was apart of the reason the bullying ever started, why they started to call her Bertha, and he had called her fat. He was no better than anyone else he had been trying to protect her from. He was worse, because he was the reason anyone felt comfortable enough at all to hurt her in the first place.

He needed to talk to someone but he realized very quickly he wasn’t sure who. He could never tell Robin, see the look on her face when she realized he had hurt her best friend, the very person she asked him to try and protect. Dustin would be ashamed too, probably yell at him and he didn’t need some 15 year old kid adding guilt on top of it. So that’s how he found himself dialing the one number he never thought he would have to again, praying that no one else answered the phone. His heart eased when he heard the exact voice he needed to hear.

“Hey, it’s Steve. Could we talk? It’s important” and that was how he found himself sat at the picnic benches outside the high school, a milkshake in front of him that he couldn’t bring himself to drink.

“Oh my God” Steves eyes finally looked up after he retold the story, down to the very last detail.

“I know Nancy, I’m the worst” his heart had been feeling like it would give out since the moment he woke up. It didn’t help that he had to wait until lunch time to meet with Nancy.

“You’re not the worst Steve, you were young and impressionable” this was why he called her, he knew she could be honest instead of judge him for what he did. Or at least hide that she was judging him better than anyone else.

“It’s not any excuse, I knew I was doing something wrong when I did it” Steve shook his head, shoving the milkshake away. Nancy could finish it, it was vanilla, her favorite. The whole reason he had brought them with him.

“Yeah but Steve, Tommy put you on the spot and you were scared. You were desperate to fit in, I would’ve done the same. 90% of the teenagers in that school would too” she told him and Steve sighed, dropping his head into his hands.

“I don’t know how to even make it up to her. No apologies in all of the world could make up for what I did. I can’t believe she ever even agreed to spend time with me. She’s too good, I don’t even deserve her” Steve said and Nancy frowned. She still cared for Steve and it hurt to see him hurting over this. Especially since she had grown to love Beth herself. Nancy reached out to grab one of his hands covering his face, pulling it away and giving it a squeeze.

“That is probably true, but you deserve to be happy and clearly she’s forgiven you. I think she just wants you to forgive yourself” Nancy told him and Steve dropped his other hand, happy that Nancy was kind enough to still comfort him.

“I’m going to spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to her. I just don’t know how I can look at her now knowing what I did” Steve said, squeezing her own hand back. Nancy cracked a smile, proud the boy had grown up from who he was when they met.

“You’ll find a way, you never had any issues looking at pretty girls before” Nancy teased and Steve finally chuckled, feeling more at ease over the fact that Beth might be able to forgive him.

“Thanks Nancy, for everything” he told her, a fond smile on his face as he looked at her.

“Anytime Steve, we’ve fought monsters together before. A little dating advice won’t kill me” Steve laughed as she smiled at him and he let go of her hand to lean over and hug her.

For Steve it was probably not a good idea to meet with Nancy at the high school because Beth was in the cafeteria when she heard whispers start up about Steve Harrington on campus with Nancy Wheeler. She hoped it wasn’t how she thought, that it was some misunderstanding but when she left the cafeteria to take a look for herself all she found. was the pair holding hands and hugging. Just as she began to feel tears burning at the back of her eyes she was interrupted in her empty hallway.

“Ouch Bertha, that’s gotta burn” Colin walked up behind Beth who looked out the window to see Steve still hugging Nancy Wheeler. His skinny and perfect ex girlfriend.

“They’re friends Colin” Beth muttered, stepping away from the window to not watch anymore.

“You’re never just friends with someone you’ve slept with before” he chuckled and Beth found it a bit harder to breathe. She can’t even kiss the boy let alone sleep with him. He had every right to go back to Nancy.

“Please Colin, just drop it” Beth whispered as she started towards her locker, this kid following her.

“No one wants to sleep with the fat girl anyway” he teased and Beth felt the anger bubble up in her chest, thankful for the empty school hallway.

“Stop calling me fat! Holy shit, why are you so fucking obsessed with me? Please find someone else to harass” Beth turned, throwing her arms frantically. She didn’t need his abuse while she came to terms with the fact she had lost Steve as soon as she got him. She was just so over it.

“I’m not obsessed with you, ew” Colin said but his eyes were unconvincing, panic setting in.

“Yes you are, I’ve never seen you bother anyone as much as you do me. Why?” Beth was now asking, an accusing finger poking into his chest. Colin backed up until he hit the locker, Beth no longer scared of assholes like him.

“Because I like you” Beth did not expect this response, her finger dropped instantly and she took a step back.

“What?” she gaped and his eyes dropped.

“I like you. Damn I always have, I never thought you were any different. I had the biggest crush on you and then the football guys heard about Bertha, picked on you and laughed. I realized if I didn’t do the same they’d think I wasn’t one of them” Beth opened her mouth to say something but closed it, she did this for a few moments as she realized her brain was currently malfunctioning due to his confession.

“So you bully me to cover up the fact you like me?” Beth asked and suddenly Colin was whipping his head side to side, praying there was no bystanders to hear this conversation.

“Yes, now drop it. Bertha” he sneered, voice vile with humiliation and embarrassment. Before Beth could say anything more he was rushing off down the hallway.

Never would she have guessed Colin Matterson of all people would have a crush on her, now it made sense why he was always the most mean. Everything Beth thought she knew began to crumble around her, this whole time she hated everyone for seeing her as different and it turns out some people never saw her any different at all. Her biggest bully was probably the first person to ever like her for who she was and she would never understand the world again. Colin Matterson liked her and Steve liked Nancy. She needed to sit down. Maybe the world was off its axis.

As of right now she needed to rethink absolutely everything.

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[roboj0e]

PLS TAG UR DISCOURSE

I just have to say this bc I started following some tags that have brought discourse on to my dash but after that I'm gonna block as many discourse tags as I can.

This weird ass way that y'all approach fiction by trying to sus out what trauma other ppl have so u can make sure they're a "good person" by ur own personal and arbitrary standards is also just incentivizing ppl to invade other ppl privacy and contribute to the rising surveillance state we live in. You all just cops. And no fellow black ppl that does not undermine police brutality bc these are all connected issues. Not when the threat of police violence is the first tactics used against anyone who ppl think they hold moral high ground over. And also I'm black trying to call the cops on me contributes to the threat or racialized police violence which happens to me bc I don't care what fiction ppl read btw.

Y'all are putting children in harms way by making them think predators are just ppl on the internet who don't have the same DNI criteria as them. Y'all are putting them in harms way by applauding vigilantism and sending them into the sights of ppl y'all are entirely convinced are dangerous predators.

Be uncomfortable with whatever fiction u want big bruh no one cares but damn stop invading ppls privacy sheesh. Y'all are terrible ppl u can sit on ur high horse all u want but causing harm to real ppl is always evil and I'm specifically using the word evil since y'all love to use a christofascist framework to engage in fiction.

If fiction effects reality then conservatives are correct when they say that gay/trans character made their child gay or trans.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay or trans" u might say and ur right but they still aren't wrong by ur logic. And we all know if u give them an inch...

If fiction effects reality why aren't more ppl empathetic and understanding even tho children's programming has been that way for decades.

If fiction effects reality why havent cartoons like Tom and Jerry had kids throwing knives and skillets at each other?

If fiction effects reality ur favorite video game just caused another mass shooting.

No more "but the jaws movie, cats can drink milk, rabbits eat carrots" first of all absolutely none of that has to do with the fiction y'all are so up in arms I legit haven't seen anyone try to ban any of those properties so it doesn't belong in this conversation.

Second yes pls ignore all the nuance with the jaws movie like how ppl were already reasonably afraid of and misunderstood sharks it's why the movie did so well in the first place, or the very recent shark attacks that took place during that time, or beach vacations being presented as an affordable option for middle class families, or pools being left abandoned bc of desegregation. Nope none of that happened just the movie and that absolutely turned regular ppl into shark hunters out of now where. Yup!

Ppl know very little about animals. It's why Disney can fabricate information in a documentary and get away with it for years. That isn't fiction effecting reality thats a dangerous mix of both a trusted source of information intentionally spreading misinformation and ppl taking this information at face value something y'all shouldn't even be doing when u watch or engage with ANY MEDIA. Ppl being on average incurious about things they see on TV doesn't mean their morals are gonna suddenly change. Also PROPAGANDA ISNT FICTION. propaganda is the intentional spread of misinformation presented as fact with the intent of preying on ppl fears and prejudices. And it can come in all forms but it SHOULDNT be classed as fiction even when presented through fiction.

If fiction effects reality u can't like fictional serial killers or u apparently will be batting for the next ted bundy. So no more tojis self shippers.

If fiction effects reality all u Miguel lovers better be careful around an irl child abusers u might fall in love. Also the way y'all hate proshippers but are romanticisming a man through his interactions with a teenager is YIKES... OKAY

Also dark fiction isn't the only thing under attack any more. The more chronically online are definitely still yelling about lolisho or whatever but it's spread to the more average consumer and now ppl are attacking just regular old furries again. Which has given me whiplash to witness it's insane. Ppl are legit bullying furries again.

Not to mention the antis in the furry scenes whose entire logic is "if ur animal looks too much like an animal u must like animals"...okay...and something about animal genitalia also.

Everybody so creative!!! So many rules for how to make the most morally righteous fiction so everyone knows ur a good boy who says his prayers.

ALOT of y'all are still religiously programmed to believe ur bad thoughts are satanic. And anyone who has them must be demonic. It's scary how many religious wording y'all use.

Theres a reason why everytime one of y'all go on a tangent about how Japan is full of sick freaks the ppl applauding u are other teenagers and xenophobic white nationalists or teenagers on their way to be xenophobic white nationalists.

There's a reason why sasaki and Miyano got banned before any of the weird gross stuff y'all hate.

There's a reason why while y'all were applauding a furry porn site being blocked in Virginia and in that same anti-porn bill was anti trans sentiments.

There's a reason why payment processors are slowly making it impossible to monetize sex work but starting with all the gross fiction y'all hate and y'all are cheering but aren't realizing that payment processors ARE DICTATING WHAT U CAN AND CANT BUY WITH YOUR MONEY.

There is no amount of influencing a show can do to make someone into the pedophile, rapist, abusers y'all keep claiming ppl are. UNLESS they are already a pedophile abuser or a rapist which is ONLY known if the express the desire to harm real ppl or have already harmed real ppl. Also u can't bully a real pro contact pedophile into not being a pedophile btw!! They do not care, they usually commit multiple offense leave prison(if convicted) and DO IT AGAIN. there is usually no shame involved so no amount of "ew a PDF file 🤢🤮🤢🤮" is gonna stop a real predator like y'all are not only wasting ur breathe but also look really weird being scared to use the correct terms.

I say all this to say. I'm tryna make art and have fun here but Jesus following my fave tags has me inundated with discourse all of a sudden. Can y'all like TAG UR DISCORSE AS DISCOURSE so I can follow the tag but block ur crazy ramblings??? 😭 PLSSS TAG UR DISCOURSE I DONT WANNA SEE IT!!!!!

[bluealienssimp]

Soft

Characters: Na'viJake Sully x HumanReader

Synopsis: Jake thinks Na'vi women are too rough.

Warnings: (kinda) spicy, and a little bit explicit.

Final considerations: this is my attempt to a birthday gift for @jakexneytiri, happy birthday babygirl! I'm sorry it looks bad, I've never write any smut or similar. Also, I wrote it in two days, lol. I hope you like it! (English is not my first language, so if you see anything wrong, please dm me)

The campfire lightened his eyes, adding him a look of a predator, carefully watching its prey.

You felt your spine shiver, the intense feeling that the prey is you.

Some Na'vi started to dance, they move and spin right in front of your eyes, and it caught his attention. Your muscles relax a little.

Soon, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head to see who it was you saw him, the predator. "Hey, pretty lady..."

With a mischievous grin, he grabbed your hand and took you to the middle of the dance.

"Jake!" you said. "What're you doing?"

He laughed, "Just having some fun, sweetie!"

"It's a mating dance! We shouldn't be here!" you yelled at him, blushing.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "and? I'm the olo'eyktan, I make the rules!" he spun you in the air.

"Jake!" you yelled when you couldn't touch the floor. "T-that's not how it works!"

"fuck it!" He laughed. He put his hands on your hips, the size difference screaming, shivers running against your spine. "You know what I meant!"

You cringed, trying to get smaller, even smaller than you already are. You felt so self-conscious.

Jake saw it and for the first time in forever decided to help you. He took you somewhere quieter, but now you're alone with him... He looked mischievously at you. "hey there, short stuff..."

"um... Hi?"

"Y'know... The mating season made me think about some things... "

"Wow! Is this possible?" you joke.

"Haha, you're so funny!" he mocked. "As I was saying, it made me think I don't have a mate yet."

"And? You don't have any cuz you've been denying anyone who approaches. And I know Aytanin confessed younger feelings!"

"I don't want Aytanin!"

"Why not? She's beautiful and kind, and she's so good to the kids!"

"She's too rough!"

"Rough? What do you mean by rough?"

He sighed. "The na'vi women are so rough... It's just skin and bones... No softness, nothing to squeeze or play with."

You blushed hard, widening your eyes. "Jake! I-I'd rather never have this conversation with you!"

When you make a move, ready to go, Jake holds your wrist. "Wait! You're my best friend and my last hope... Please, let me use you... Let me claim you as my mate!"

"What?!"

"I know you like the na'vis and I know you want to be part of the people too. That's the way we both can find what we want!"

"You're getting crazy, that's insane! I bet no one would accept the olo'eyktan's human mate!"

"They don't have to!"

"Jake-"

"Just... Just let me have a taste... I haven't had a human girl for ages!"

"Ok! But you won't tell anyone about it! Never!"

He smiled mischievously and walked closer. He took off your shirt, your pants, and finally your bra. A smile crossed his face when he saw your tits. "I missed this so bad..."

"Are you talking to my breasts?"

"Shhh! It's my moment!"

You laughed softly. He looked so focused on your breasts, not even blinking. "You're so soft... Damn, I'm getting addicted..." he moved his head closer to your nipples, licking and sucking them with such confidence. God, this man knows how to suck tits!

"J-Jake!"

"I'm so big... Could break you in half..." he murmured.

"Shit! I'm gonna have so much fun with you!"

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The Two Birds - Part Two

As agreed, the two birds met up again in the same tree where they encountered each other a year ago.

“Hello again.” The second bird, who had stayed in the village, greeted the first bird that had just arrived back at that fateful branch from the city. Something seemed different about the first bird, its eyes appeared to be carrying a heavy strain that gave them a sullen look, and its usual cheery demeanor had vanished.

“Hello.” The first bird said with a somber tone.

“You seem…different.” The second bird observed.

“You…you were right.” The first bird looked down as it spoke, “The cruelty that humanity is capable of…I thought it’d be unimaginable until I saw it with my own eyes. The bloodshed, the barbaric behaviors, the pride they feel for stepping down on others…how can they possibly be so smug of the hurt they’ve caused and not feel even the least remorseful?” It could feel thin streams of tears staring to form out of frustration.

The second bird replied with as gentle a tone it could muster, “I’m truly sorry that your experience has brought you pain, but I should let you know that you weren’t wrong with your previous perception on people before we parted. I admit that at first, I had nothing but cynicism towards your optimistic views on humanity, and was even quickly ready to label it as naivety. However, watching the villagers this past year has pleasantly surprised me. Everyone seems to genuinely hold each other dear and manages to live relatively peaceful lives. I never thought such a scene would happen and I could not help but feel touched by it.”

“Why is there such a drastic difference between the people in the village and those in the city?” The first bird enquired with a teary voice.

“I do not know, my friend.” The second bird paused for a brief thought, “I do not know if people tend to act similarly when placed in the same environment, or they seek out an environment that suits their nature. There are also those who seem like a rare mismatch in the society they live in, like a spark of good in a blaze of evil, or a drop of evil in a rain of goodness.”

“Then why can’t the good ones stay together and the bad ones can destroy each other for all anyone cares?” The first bird could feel its tone turning into that of rage.

“I suppose that’s the same as asking why animal preys can’t live together and predators can hunt each other down. Life just isn’t fair and I don’t think we can ever understand why.” The second bird gave a soft sigh. “All I know at this moment is that I feel calmer and happier here, and I’d like to stay in this village, if you don’t think me an imposition.”

“No, I wouldn’t think that at all.” The first bird responded, “After what I’ve seen in the city, I feel that I have been so fortunate to have grown up here and had a happy upbringing, sheltered from the evils of the world. It makes me appreciate my life even more.”

“Then let’s try to live out the rest of our lives as peacefully as we can.”

“Agreed.”

Some of the villagers who were near the tree rose their heads as they heard the singsong chirping of the two birds.