#as in A Thing jack says in the new gathering info.

[humanmorph]

not Jack saying 'Future is what makes Weight, right?' which is something I ALSO thought for the longest time, and then didn't because it's not... 100% clear?, and then did again because it would be extremely wild of Austin to put two different golden orbs the size of bowling balls (but heavier) in the same season. Like he could not do that. The ONLY thing about that is that I don't know why he would say 'sort of like that other orb' if it is indeed the same orb. Like. Austin

AUSTIN: It’s a small golden orb. Sort of like the one that the Chime recovered, that time. And… also sssssort of… it’s strange. It has all of these different—depending on who you talk to, it seems to have Apostolosian writing on it. It seems to have, um… some references to the Free States of Kalliope on it. It seems to have some of the qualities of a Divine. Um. In that it’s—in—it seems to have—huh—kind of neuro—neurological connections. Like neuro-linked. A neuronet—neural net intelligence in there.

If we're going with that though like if that's true I don't think it was a /Divine/ necessarily back when it did that to Counterweight (Planet) because the descriptions are just too different (aside from being golden and the size of a bowling ball).

[aquaburst3]

Okay, since I haven't seen many posts up yet about this, not that I blame anyone since others are probably at school and work rn, I want make a post summarizing what happened so far in the latest event on the JP server.

Disclaimers:

All of this info came from LuluBelle over on my Discord server, so all the credit for gathering this up goes to them.

Also, I don't know how to speak or read Japanese nor do I have the JP version of the app, making me unable to verify this. Take this all with a huge mountain of salt.

Like I said in my other post, I'm calling him Honest Fellow, since that sounds less awkward and I think it'll be localized to that anyway.

JP Event Spoilers Below

The arc starts with Honest Fellow and Giddel selling the themepark to some faceless NPCs. After some convincing, they enter the park. Honest Fellow evil laughs.

We cut to a basketball game between RSA and NRC. NRC lose yet again. NRC fight amongst themselves, and the teachers break it up.

After the game, Floyd, Ace, Yuu and Grim, wallowing in their frustration at NRC's loss to RSA, decided to go Craneport to get some snacks. There they find Jade and Jack on the way.Jack was there to get some new threads while Jade was there by sheer coincidence.

Kalim and Ortho arrive. They were in a bookstore, because Kalim was searching for books concerning magic potions, since he's struggling with those and Sam's shop was closed. (I have no idea why Jamil wasn't there either, because him leaving Kalim unattended seems kinda ooc.)

Honest Fellow along with his brother swoop in, making their sales pitch. Grim wonders about what Playful Land is exactly. Ace explains that it's a mysterious amusement park that nobody knows where it is. Honest Fellow says that's correct.

Honest Fellow gives the group tickets to the park. When Kalim says they'll go the next weekend, Honest Fellow chimes in, saying, "Oh, no, no! You can only use it until tomorrow!" They both fuck off into the night.

When the group gets back, they tell Riddle and Jamil about the tickets. They're both like, "Hell no!" Riddle shoots it down because skipping classes is unforgivable. (Ace was originally gonna invite Deuce, but he tattled on him to Riddle, since he found the whole thing suspicious. Honestly, good on him.) Jamil finds it suspicious and puts his foot down, telling Kalim that he forbids him from ever going.

Jack tells Leona, who is all like, "Nah, this is kinda fishy." Jack decides that he has to go because he promised Honest Fellow he would, and he doesn't want to break it.

Floyd tells Azul. He says, "Nope, I'm not coming. It's sus, and I don't wanna owe anybody anything!" They tweels laugh, saying that they want to check it out BECAUSE it's shady.

Ortho tells his brother. He shoots it down, since he doesn't like crowds. Ortho then confides in Vil thanks to them being in the same club.

Early the morning, before the sun rises, the group gathers to sneak to the harbour in town. Kalim managed to get the rest of the Light Music Club to come along, because they saw just how sad Kalim seemed and decided to tag along to comfort him. Vil was convinced to come along by Ortho. One, he wants to see what's the big deal about this park. Two, he's also suspicious, and, as a dorm leader, he wants to oversee all of his juniors and make sure they're all okay. Trey followed after Ace because Deuce asked him for his help and had the feeling that Ace would be stubborn enough to rebel and sneak out even though Riddle said no. Leona followed after Jack because he felt like he had to be the responsible one for once and was genuinely concerned about Jack's well being.

Honest Fellow arrives. He is just so dramatic. Half of them go, "Fucking really? Why did any of our juniors trust this guy? He's as sus as a FNAF animatronic!" (Not in those words, obliviously, but along that same idea.)

Honest Fellow shows them around the park. Which looks like this...

The park is more like those travelling summer fairs where it goes from town to town instead of staying in one place like Universal Studios, Knotts Berry Farm or any of the Disney Parks. The boys can kick back and indulge in their darkest desires.

The third years still feel that this whole thing is kinda sus. Since Grim and some of the others head straight to the entry gate, they reluctantly go along with it to watch over their juniors. Grim face plants into the gate, because he didn't show a ticket. Ace shows his ticket. Ace, Grim and Yuu's clothes get magically altered to resemble the ones on the card. The same thing happened to everyone else.

After everyone's gotten inside the amusement park, we have a foreboding speech from Honest Fellow and Giddel about how the young generation are easily skeptical, but can still be fooled by the promises of a fun play park. Honest Fellow mentions how he and Giddel should accommodate their visitors… for it will be the "last'' fun memory that they'd have. Cue End of Part 1.

Some other minor side things...

It's confirmed. Honest Fellow and Giddel are brothers.

Honest Fellow is a mage, but is less magically inclined compared to the NRC boys. Giddel is a non-mage.

Lulu, aka the same person from my Discord server, suspects the themepark itself might be a magic tool of some kind. Considering how it operated in the movie and novel along with fan theories about them, I'm inclined to believe them.

We also finally got a description of what Yuu is actually wearing during this event. (Honestly, it's about fucking time. Because one gripe I always had with these events is that we never get even a small description of what Yuu is wearing, which makes it harder to imagine what's going on in my head.) Basically, they are wearing the same style jacket as Leona, but with the same colours as Lilia's costume. Do with that information as you will Malleus/Yuu shippers.

Honest Fellow has a Honest John pendant on his hat.

More of a personal gripe, but I'm not sure what to make of Honest Fellow as a character yet. Right now, he seems like the mastermind behind this whole operation, but that doesn't make sense. In the movie, Honest John wasn't on board with the Pleasure Island shit, and only went along with it thanks to the Coachman threatening him and Gideon's lives. Wouldn't it be far more fitting for him to be a lacky of another villain and being forced to go along with it out of fear of having the same thing happen to him and his brother? And if that was the case, that would also better align him thematically with Ortho, who's brother is the same way towards him. But I'm reserving my judgements on his character until the event is over.

Playful Land gives me major Joy Joy Land vibes.

I find the idea of Leona, Trey and Vil going there, because they are worried about their juniors adorable. They are really tapping into their big brother instincts, even if I doubt Vil and Leona would ever admit it out loud.

Though, one plot hole with this whole thing is why didn't Jamil, Trey and Deuce rip up the tickets if they were that concerned about the others going to the park? Granted, the tickets could be enchanted so that they're impossible to destroy, but I never heard if that's the case yet. Idk, it's a nitpick, but it's still something that annoys me a bit as a writer myself.

[ananke-xiii]

"The Rising Son", third and last crazy episode of the rising trilogy.

It's a 100% Sam and Jack (... and Lucifer) episode which is very interesting for three reasons: (1)Jack is paralleled to Sam; (2) Sam is paralleled to Asmodeus who wants to train Jack to use his power and fulfill his destiny; (3) if Jack is the "Rising Son" then Sam is too (he's looking for his mother who's trekking with Lucifer in the AU). And this is not good news for Sam because when it comes to people rising or doing the rising well... it usually ends bad for him.

Jack is the "Rising Son" because his birth has inaugurated a series of characters "resurrections" (most of them are to be taken literally, some others figuratively): Donatello, all the AU people (Kevin Tran, Michael, Bobby, Charlie, Zachariah), Missouri, Billie, Rowena, Gabriel, Ketch, Naomi, even Dean and Sam, and, of course, Castiel. Interestingly, no sign of Kelly and Crowley. Nevertheless, not bad for a 3 yo old nephilim.

No wonder this is what he's got to say about Chuck:

"God, he’s in here, too. Is he famous or something?"

The other two "rising" characters worthy of an episode title of their own are "Lazarus" (Dean and Castiel) and Lucifer. Two of these characters are his fathers, one is on the fence:

Jack: This book, it mentions my father. Not Castiel, but Lucifer. Dean: Oh, yeah. Yeah, he’s—he’s big in the Bible. Lotta screen time.

First of all, which Bible is Jack reading? I'm not so sure but I wouldn't go as far as to say that Lucifer has "lotta screen time" in there. Anyway. What interests me is that, while reading the Bible, Jack asks Sam and Dean if they "knew" Lucifer (gulp!) and this is what Dean has to say:

"Damn straight. See… he turned on his father, God."

I don't know about you guys but after 13 seasons of Supernatural that is not the specific piece of information that I would think it's the first and most important thing Jack should know about the guy. I mean, Sam's right there in the room. LOL.

But the info is there and the episode is called "The Rising Son" so I gotta assume that it is important that Jack knows that one of his father's defining qualities is that he was a son too, once and maybe forever, a son who "turned on his father". And that his names are the Devil, Satan and... Lucifer, i.e. the "morning star", one of the names of Venus when it appears before... the rising sun.

I'm totally pro "Sam is a parent to Jack", that was what I gathered when I first watched the show, but the symbols are pointing elsewhere, to a different archetype: Jack, Lucifer and Sam are and will always be "The Rising Sons".

[kristiliqua]

im just thinking about wil’s stream today and how much it revealed abt q!wilbur’s character based off of his actions and behavior . help .

(TLDR at the end)

likeee . bro was so quick to draw conclusions , assume , and then put blame on others , despite have little to no information on literally anything abt the eggs’ disappearance . he was quick to blame everyone who was active on the server , saying that the eggs are still missing bc they “havent tried hard enough” and are just “doing nothing” , in terms of searching for them — all of which is untrue , but he says it as if its a fact anyway . even finding q!cellbit sus and not trusting him , despite knowing (again) little to nothing abt the guy , about his character and who he’s like as a person (that he cares a fuck ton abt the eggs and has been trying so hard to find any clues as to where they are) , the fact that he’s been gathering all the info he could ever since they disappeared (and before that , with other shit) . but he blames and finds him suspicious anyway .

he blames everyone else , when everything is and has been out of their control . they dont know much and Cant know much bc they know jack shit abt what could Actually be happening with the eggs . they only have theories and ideas

realistically , the thing q!wilbur should blame is ,, whoever or Whatever took the eggs away . but since he doesnt know wtf thatd be , its not as easy or assuring as it were to be if he blamed it on an actual Person or people he knows , instead of smth he doesnt know at all . its easier for his grief , to blame someone for the cause of it , to be angry and upset at someone . a physical person he can blame . and this irrational/illogical behavior is probably caused by the , yk . reasonably upset reaction that came with the bad news of his daughter being gone

plus the way he went to just ,, do it all by himself , despite the Very limited intel he had , saying that theyll never find the eggs if they just “follow the rules” (in his words) and all “do the same thing” . so he does it his own way , searching for any clues on anything , despite knowing practically nothing abt anything thats happened these past few months . even tho he knows that , logically , everyone else on the island probably has a bunch of info already , info that they could give him to help in his search (bc they all have the same goal in mind) . but instead he’s stubborn and doesnt want anybody else’s help , thinking theyre too incompetent and dont care enough abt the eggs — so he does it by himself , all up until someone reaches out to help him , rather than him asking for help himself (that someone being q!phil) . and in his attempts he ofc fails miserably , bc he Doesnt Know Anything . he has limited access to everything that could potentially be helpful (doesnt know where or what the order is and barely has any waypoints , only checking his and tallulah’s and the outside of phil’s house) , and so he’s basically working with fucking scraps . like itd literally be Impossible for him to find the eggs all by himself , he Needs the help from the others in order to make even a little bit of actual progress (so everyone thank q!phil for pulling up even after their little argument)

and logically (bc he isnt Stupid) , he probably Knows that . he knows that the others very likely care abt the eggs as much as he does (bc why would they all be gathering up for this mission thats For the eggs if they didnt .?) and have far more info than he could ever get by himself , bc he’s been gone for months and hasnt been caught up on anything of actual importance . but he was so upset and quick to blame everyone else (the mfs who could actually Help him and Know Shit) that he shut them off , going off by himself . esp after q!phil lashed out at him

anddd maybe there was a little spite or pettiness in there too , him wanting to prove that he can do it better than them , that he can get more than theyve ever gotten since they “didnt try hard enough” n all , and him finding shit out in a single day would be a huge testament to that idea . but ofc that didnt happen lmfao — he was practically playing a big guessing game with the info he had (or the lack thereof)

TLDR — i just find it interesting that q!wilbur was so quick to jump to conclusions and to push blame onto anyone and everyone he could , even tho he barely knows anyone on the island anymore . the way he went to take matters into his own hands , bc if theyre not gonna do anything abt it , then he will (,,, Not . bro was So lost)

just . what an interesting fella . what fun characterization . what a silly guy who is mourning the loss of his daughter (he is in denial)

[yallemagne]

Everyone: "Man, how does Van Helsing know so much about Dracula and vampires?? Must be a personal connection between him and the Count."

Me: *pulling my hair out trying to rewrite the September 30 meeting scene* "IF YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING READ HIS MONOLOGUE TWENTY TIMES OVER YOU WOULD KNOW HE KNEW NONE OF THIS INFORMATION PRIOR TO THE STORY."

Maybe not none. But. Let me just. Most of the shit he says is filler. "Let me tell you, it's gonna be fucking spooky" is what he says like fifty times over in twenty words or more each time.

"Alas! Had I known at the first what now I know—nay, had I even guess at him—one so precious life had been spared to many of us who did love her."

Van Helsing says that if he knew all the info he's about to dump on us about vampires, they could have saved Lucy. Meaning he didn't know jack shit. He most certainly didn't know who Dracula was.

"Even friend Jonathan, who lived with him for weeks, did never see him to eat, never! He throws no shadow; he make in the mirror no reflect, as again Jonathan observe. He has the strength of many of his hand—witness again Jonathan when he shut the door against the wolfs, and when he help him from the diligence too. He can transform himself to wolf, as we gather from the ship arrival in Whitby, when he tear open the dog; he can be as bat, as Madam Mina saw him on the window at Whitby, and as friend John saw him fly from this so near house, and as my friend Quincey saw him at the window of Miss Lucy. He can come in mist which he create—that noble ship's captain proved him of this; but, from what we know, the distance he can make this mist is limited, and it can only be round himself. He come on moonlight rays as elemental dust—as again Jonathan saw those sisters in the castle of Dracula. He become so small—we ourselves saw Miss Lucy, ere she was at peace, slip through a hairbreadth space at the tomb door."

Then finally he starts saying things that he may have already known since he cites no specific examples: night vision, requiring invitation, no power in the daytime, the sunrise and sunset bit, etc.. He does cite an example of what "unhallowed ground" vampires can enter uninvited, but that's just to illustrate his point. But then he talks about his friend Arminius.

"I have asked my friend Arminius, of Buda-Pesth University, to make his record; and, from all the means that are, he tell me of what he has been. He must, indeed, have been that Voivode Dracula who won his name against the Turk, over the great river on the very frontier of Turkey-land. If it be so, then was he no common man; for in that time, and for centuries after, he was spoken of as the cleverest and the most cunning, as well as the bravest of the sons of the 'land beyond the forest.' That mighty brain and that iron resolution went with him to his grave, and are even now arrayed against us. The Draculas were, says Arminius, a great and noble race, though now and again were scions who were held by their coevals to have had dealings with the Evil One. They learned his secrets in the Scholomance, amongst the mountains over Lake Hermanstadt, where the devil claims the tenth scholar as his due. In the records are such words as 'stregoica'—witch, 'ordog,' and 'pokol'—Satan and hell; and in one manuscript this very Dracula is spoken of as 'wampyr,' which we all understand too well."

Van Helsing is really just like me for real oh my god. He sounds like me after just having gone on a Wikipedia binge. He knew absolutely nothing about Dracula before, and he really wants to capitalize on all the new shit he just learned.

"We know from the inquiry of Jonathan that from the castle to Whitby came fifty boxes of earth, all of which were delivered at Carfax; we also know that at least some of these boxes have been removed. It seems to me, that our first step should be to ascertain whether all the rest remain in the house beyond that wall where we look to-day; or whether any more have been removed. If the latter, we must trace——"

*gunshots* Anyway.

More fucking fuel for the stop fucking painting him and Dracula as mortal enemies fire. He's literally just an old man who reads a lot, he's not a badass vampire hunter, Dracula didn't kill his gf or some shit, and he's probably never successfully dealt with a vampire before. Also, more ammo for my if you deny Jonathan's importance to the story one more time-- gun.

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

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🍀 do these teeth still match the wound  by brokendrums [E, 21K] It’s natural. There’s no sin in it. That’s all Hawk keeps saying. Whispers it to him as he pulls on Tim’s shirt, says it again when he tugs down his zipper, scrapes it across his jaw on the end of a kiss. There's no sin in taking what is gratefully given, no sin in the purest of heart. Not when you're praying at the altar of Hawkins Fuller.

What if it took a little longer for Tim to gather the courage to do the right thing and give himself up. His time in the cabin stretched out for a few extra weeks.

🍀 A Disaster, Beyond Measure  by drabbleswabbles [NR, 20K] Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.

Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.

🍀 Only The Lucky Ones Come Home  by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 1K] It didn’t make sense. Kenny wasn’t in Italy, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sent somewhere in the Pacific, Hawk wasn’t quite sure. That was the last he had heard. So how could Kenneth Willard be bleeding out at his feet in Velletri?

“You did this.”

The blood in Hawk’s veins turned to ice at Kenny’s words.

Hawk has a nightmare about his time in the war.

🍀 In Sickness or In Health by Joycee [M, 12K] Instead of Tim, it’s Hawk who has AIDS.

🍀 we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac  by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K] He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.

The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.

An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.

“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

🍀 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴  by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [G, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell…

🍀 Dreams Enfold You  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Tim is sick but won't sleep. Hawk finds a way to make him.

🍀 Sands of Time (Turn Backwards)  by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 22K] 1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.

In the still night air of a hotel room, clutching a cracked paperweight to his chest like it's carved of the finest gold, Hawk gets his wish.

Or, a time-travel fix-it fic that nobody asked for.

🍀 this time imperfect  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 13K] 1986. Marcus arrives at Hawk's house and gives him a box. Marcus doesn't know that paperweight in the box is a time traveling device. Will Hawk change anything, given the chance? We'll see.

🍀 Sometimes it's worth the pain  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K] Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.

🍀 At the End of a Long Day  by @carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [T, 1K] The words, which were just that, words, were too distilled and clean to have any association with Tim in his mind.

He’s passed. Yesterday. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m only just calling now.

(Mary rings Hawk to tell him that Tim has died.)

🍀 I Sing the Body Electric  by telescape8 [M, 28K] Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.

🍀 If it's magic...  by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 1K] It’s just fondness. It’s not love.

🍀 Here We Are In Heaven  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.

A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.

🍀 With all due respect, fuck congestion  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K] Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.

🍀 where are lies (when no words are spoken)  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [G, 480]

“So,” Marcus starts with a smirk. “Tim.”

They’ve known each other for years, and Marcus really doesn’t need to ask questions for Hawk to understand him. Why him? What is special about him?

But the thing is, it works well the other way around. Hawk gives him a meaningful look. I don’t know what you are talking about.

Or a conversation between Marcus and Hawk set not long after Hawk took Tim at Cozy Corner in episode 1

🍀 Cutting this short would be most logical option  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 4K] It's a lovely day in 1980 and Tim's enjoying a quiet day off. Then there's a knock on his door.

🍀 Lights go down, and I hear you calling to me, yeah  by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 512] There was intrigue. There was wonder. Hawk’s damn heart literally skipped a beat. Skippy.

Or, the real answer to: “Who’s Skippy?”

🍀 Of Snuggles and Waffles  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.

🍀 The Fixer  by drabbleswabbles [NR, 3K] Instead of Leonard, Hawk is the one arrested in a park bathroom.

🍀 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color  by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [G, 2K] Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.

🍀 All Dressed Up To Go Dreaming  by @bluebellsinburbank |  ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [T, 4K] Naples, 1955. Hawk and Tim's first vacation together.

🍀 She's the lady of the house, a blind believer in all I dare to be by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 5K] “A boy needs his mother’s respect. Not only her love, but also her respect.” – Emerson Eggerichs

Or, 5 times Estelle Fuller is there for Hawk, 1 time Hawk is there for himself.

🍀 To Millions of Smiles  by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Hawk comes home to a surprise.

🍀 Fetch  by @deputy-buck | Deputy_Buck [T, 1K] Hawk was consumed in drafting a small speech for a function Senator Smith had organized —something about acknowledging McCarthy's threat to the State Department but encouraging diplomacy— when Tim showed up on his doorstep looking like a kicked puppy. His boy promised that he would be quiet and that all he needed was to be somewhere safe while he felt this way.

🍀 gold-skinned, eager baby  by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K] Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok just imagine things from Hawks perspective. Another day in hell, when he hears a commotion echo through the halls. When he sends feathers to investigate all he feels is fire, smoke, and heat. When he investigates further, he sees Endeavor standing over the charred body of his handler. He hated the handler, but he can't help but make a noise at the scene. Endeavor swivels his head and his face scrunches up in confusion, before switching to understanding, to again switching to a haunted fury. He hears Endeavor murmur under his breath "fuck there's another" before he slowly approaches. "I'm Endeavor. And I'm here to get you out of here." At those words he feels his body release like a puppet with cut strings. He just collapses in Endeavor's arms, he could be more graceful about it but. His hero came back to save him again. He hopes this time things will be different.

YEaH IT

so it

this got long rip

So Jetsetter's friend in the Commission is an OC I've mentioned before (he actually appeared in Road to Hell already), which is Aokawa Akashi.

Akashi's job, among other things like info-gathering and recruitment, is that he's one of the various handlers for Lady Nagant and Hawks.

and if you remember the last time I brought him up, there's a /reason/ he and Jetsetter are friends.

anyway!

In both the au and mainline!CC, Toya knows about him. Which really cements in his mind on how corrupt Heroes and the Commission and the system as a whole was.

So with Dark Comedy, Toya would tell Enji about that whole situation. Why he doesn't think just reporting Jetsetter would work. and Enji's already planning the 'if reporting didn't work I'm killing him' thing so one more of the same monster isn't out of the realm of possibility. (Especially because it's likely the Commission would throw Jetsetter under the bus to save Akashi because he's more useful.)

as much as Enji wants to go in guns blazing, he is smart. He's gotta make sure he can commit two murders /and get away with it/. Having a friend willing to give you an alibi doesn't mean jack shit if the cops can find any proof he wasn't where he says he was.

So he has to plan and that involves observing and.....

Yeah he finds out about Hawks who. again at this point is only 16. But Enji does remember him from before and Enji doesn't know all the details but clearly this is some kind of Hell so he looks into it more to make sure he can deal with things in a way he can get away with and....

He finds out that Hawks isn't supposed to exist right now. Like, legally. This is actually also a plot in CC but I'll go into that later.

But like. "Keigo Takami" isn't supposed to be on record. The Commission thinks he isn't. Because like hell would his parents have reported his birth or anything. and if the Commission just takes him, no one will know. But they haven't yet given him a new legal identity yet(they're waiting until they can give him his debut as a Hero).

Except 'Keigo' does exist on paper. It was just an oversight. Something Enji didn't realize he was helping with. But in arresting the kid's dad for *gestures* and he and his mom also got brought in custody, there was enough paperwork done. The kid was supposed to be handed to social services, so they were already filing paperwork for a late-made birth certificate.

It's not a lot but it's enough. 'Keigo' exists. But there's nothing more, no claim of where he is, what happened, who his guardians are.

It's so easy to just. File some paperwork. Oh hey Enji has custody now would you look at that? and it's not like the Commission can fight the claim, as they have no record of the child or any other identity or claim of custody.

The question is just being able to get anyone alone without being seen which. Works. In the fact that Keigo and Akashi have to be alone together at some point. which. OOF.

So yeah just a matter of waiting until they're alone. Enji very quickly grabbing Akashi by the throat to keep him from calling for help. Trying his hardest to not scare the child. Promises he'll be safe. Tells him to go to his room and grab anything he wants to take with him.

If it were anyone other than Endeavor, Keigo would've thought it was a test. Would've thought the point was to either fight back or raise the alarm and have done so.

So he does as asked. Only thing he grabs to take with him is that old plush he still has hidden. He comes back clinging to it like a lifeline. The room smells of burning and Akashi is gone and he /knows/ and he thinks it should bother him but it doesn't.

Next thing Keigo knows, he's in a nice house. Being given a room. Told that Enji had to leave for a bit but he'll be back in the morning (he needs to keep his alibi after all. Be seen staying at Kaito's place.) He at least warned the other kids that they'd have a 'guest' though he didn't exactly elaborate on why or the long-term plan.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for attempting to repay a kindness?

Now, for some well-needed context, I, (erm, I have stopped counting, but I find myself well into adulthood, though my roguish charm does tend to shine through, M), am an author! I am known far and wide for my many manuals and manuscripts of the world I've traveled. And other worlds I've traveled!

Now, in a life such as mine, one ends up picking up certain skills. I'm a bit of a jack of all trades, you see, and I thought I would try my hand at a bit of diplomacy in my attempts to gather details for my latest manuscript.

Rather embarrassingly, however, things went a bit TOO well, and I found myself in the rather unenviable role of a pet pigeon in the very same camp I had attempted to learn from.

Nevertheless, I made a daring escape, assisted slightly by a witness to an attack on a sanctuary I was writing on. They so graciously invited me to join THEIR camp, which I gladly accepted. When I was there, they told me of an affliction I had heard of- although theirs was quite different than the typical cases. After painstaking research, I believed I had the opportunity to assist my new compatriot in ridding themselves of their parasite.

A steady hand and a good bit of misplaced self-confidence does the trick, I always say!

That said, my procedure did involve... an ice pick, a rather unsalvageable eyeball, and a failure to remove the offending parasite. I gave them a shiny new prosthetic eye, free of cost, and I am sure, if they survive this ordeal, a wonderful story for parties.

That said, am I the asshole for repaying my rescuer with an improvisational medical procedure, which I may have slightly fumbled?

[mosraev]

Lyrics through the decade 2/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 2; 2014

In March 2014 I made my first song and so with the new found interest in songwriting I started experimenting a lot with different themes and moods of songwriting that I've tried to show here.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic 1); Ray of Sunshine

First song I ever wrote with a very simple form of three verses in a row. I had tried to learn an ATL song on guitar yet in my failed attempt to learn the rhytmn I made a melody instead (very hard to sing but fun for what it is)

Featured lyric: Clouds outside are starting to gather

[and] my mind in as terrible weather.

Song 2 (pic 2); Female Dress Code

The second song I ever wrote and the first with a chorus - way more singable than RoS. I call it my 'Not Like Other Girls' song since I through the song describe this one girl I say is the opposite of me and how I don't understand women fashion.

Featured lyric: the best thing you can wear is a smile,

but has been hidden away for a while.

Song 3 (pic3); Instant Camera

A song about longing for a relationship (not autobiografical if I remember correctly). This song is special to me not in its themes but that I played it for the talent show at my high school and won first prize. I spend the money to buy a new guitar.

Featured lyric: As May turned to December,

We took photographs with your old instant camera

((Extended)) are you gonna burn them like orange autumn leaves?

Song 4 (pic4); Aubade

First song written on piano (and I made it a spanish intro because I could). As song about supporting a friend in need. Has some really cute lines in retrospect.

Featured lyric: Mirrorside lies! It reflects what eye sees not heart be.

Your flaws make you unique, and you're beautiful to me.

Song 5 (pic5); Train

An angst song. Written together with a friend that accidentally also came out as trans years later. It is a very angry song full of self dread and hate. Very teenager.

Featured lyric: I'll go down in history as another nobody

starring out in nowhere wasting time.

Song 6 (pic6); Corner

First song that I remember where I didn't make up a character to tell the story from but instead used my own experiences. Although some parts of it is half inspired by Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Feautured lyric: Observer. I'm lost in a world were I don't exist

((Extended)) no wonder why my voice's dismissed.

Song 7 (pic7); Stranger 7-10-8-1

Probably one of my strangest titles (pun intended) this song is about seeing the beauty in people around you and that we cannot know everybody's story. Also it is a cute little love song to all the strangers you might meet on your way.

Featured lyric: I have to say, you look good today.

We haven't met, but anyways

everybody's beautiful in their own way.

Song 8 (pic8); Not All Heroes Wear Capes Mine Plays Guitar

Can you tell that I liked Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco from the sheer length of this title x'D? This was a song made and dedicated to one of my then favourite musician, Jack Barakat from All Time Low which is funny when I read it now since a few bits of the lyrics can be used to describe one of my favourite musicians today (Jere Pöyhönen aka Käärijä)

Featured lyric: He's a ticking time bomb filled with bad jokes and contagious joy

Honorable mention:

Flower bud, he trives on the stage tonight.

[dice-nagito-ace]

🎲 DICE!Antag AU: Word Vomit 🎲

okay this is going to be just me putting all in my notes about this AU, it's gonna be a long long one, feel free to ask questions about stuff

the basic premise is that the main antags of the three DR games actually met in childhood so there's obv gonna be some heavy canon divergence here, in any case–

if you're interested in art of this AU, i've linked them here, some made by @/luckyashesdraws when i flooded ash's dms with this au and they made the funniest art that i still love

pipe bomb

stop

lady checkers

some general info:

ages are just a year apart so komaeda's in class 77, byakuya's in 78, kokichi should be in 79

each pair actually met separately before having a whole spiderman pointing at each other when all three gathered

byakuya met kokichi when he was off running around the streets doing things

kokichi met komaeda when he had to be placed in an orphanage for a short time till things were handled

komaeda met byakuya when the other met up with him to forge connections to help settle his status as a contestant for the spot of togami heir

their trio started out as a business deal, set in komaeda's mansion, which later becomes one of DICE's main bases

because of this, they end up making nicknames, mostly because of byakuya's family, can't expose the two at the wrong time and get sabotaged

byakuya is King, kokichi is Joker, komaeda is Ace

MORE HCS n DICE in general below

the DICE crew still exists here actually, they're mostly made up of the "troubled" cases of orphans, the ones that get sent back, mostly the ones who were heading on their teens, least likely to be adopted

kokichi's little group sort of became the seniors of course, helping around the orphanage while they can, teaching the younger kids and helping them get adopted

it's only when some of them get into concerning households does kokichi start expanding to get a better info network to make his own background checks on invididuals

the volunteers at the orphanage as well as the owner kind of turn a side eye or aren't aware of the extent of kokichi's happenings, his deals with the street kids, his sneaking off to scout through the city

For the most part, these are their main names to go by

1 & 3 are twins (they just have the same birthday n dubbed each other twins), 2 is someone they took under their wing, together they're the Jack of all Trades

1 is Jack, 2 is Jackie, 3 is JJ

Their roles in DICE are too mainly be the legwork, the main info brokers that handle the network kokichi's made, keeping the connections fresh and everyone informed

everyone in DICE is basically in the deck, (King, Queen, Jack, 10 & The Suits)

one of these very connections is komaeda and byakuya, which kokichi met through different periods of time

Spade and Clover are ahem, they're the "Janitors" you could say of the team, they help "Clean Up" the city, the ones that spend the most time out the orphanage patrolling through the streets at night

Diamond and Hearts are the ones used for infiltration, when things need to be done in places inside where being a bit average helps.

Diamond handles the distractions more, keeping attention on her but it's Hearts who charms his way into lots of places they shouldn't be.

gosh, 10 is the one who keeps base operations stable and holds the fort gloriously

Queenie is actually the youngest and newest member of DICE, she has a darker backstory and is involved in DICE's first major operations after allying with a detective who asked for their help

kokichi, byakuya and komaeda basically helped her choose a new name, that being Queenie because she deserves to be up on a comfy throne after what i put her through ^^;;

Queenie joins 10 in base operations as well, learning from her on how DICE works but mainly hangs around with Checkers, DICE's mascot and emotional support cat.

[ryker-writes]

Hello Ryker! Congratulations on 1.2k! This is the first time anon request in anything ever. So I'm sorry if I did this incorrectly and if I added too much information 🙏 But I would like you to matchmake my oc!

Physical appearance : 168 cm (as tall as Kalim), they have tan skin, shot black messy hair, black almond eyes, tooth gap, wears oversized teal jacket over their uniform, a scar near the corner of their right eye, wears oversized grey jacket, also they have eyebags and hooked nose

Likes :

They love getting up early so they could go on a morning run in the open field for fresh air while also foraging through the woods nearby Ramshackle, making new recipes out of the ingredients they find and surprisingly it's good ( their specialty is frying up chicken of the woods mushroom ). Adding on they love gathering trinkets and any unused materials to make new pieces of art!

And they also love musicals. They are a huge musical nerd and memorized almost every line and act. Sometimes unconsciously singing and dancing around the room acting like they are one of the musical cast. But other than musicals, they are a big nerd for history and math equally and actually enjoys solving math problems for fun (of course when there is no time limit and they could actually take their time to solve it). They like teaching/helping younger kids or classmates with subjects they are still confused about!

Dislikes :

They hate seeing others being mistreated despite not knowing them personally. They won't hesitate to confront the mistreatment and doesn't care if it would potentially cause a physical fight. Hates dark cramped places ( they have claustrophobia ). Despite loving all creatures (even insects, they wouldn't even hurt a fly or even a cockroach) they despise leeches.

Hobbies :

They have a lot of hobbies, tend picking up new stuff to indulge to when they got bored with the usuals. But their main is still drawing (whether it'd be digital or painting on the canvas), singing, playing the piano (or sometimes guitar or flute too), and running.

More info :

They are a yuu. They are a model student back in their world despite not being in the top 10 ranks. Bad at forming the right words to say so they tend to show it through their actions. Honest to fault. Still looks calm and collected when faced with a crisis. They will find new ways to save or earn money. Street smart and very independent. Despite their weak physique, they can endure any harsh environment or training. Addicted to caffeine and sleep deprived please someone tell them to sleep

Love language :

Physical affection and acts of service

They don't have any preferences so just go wild >:D

Thank you so much anon! I know you meant actual leeches for the dislikes but my brain automatically read it as the tweels lmao

"Welcome in dear anon! I'm happy to deliver your match for you. I need you to hear me out, but I got a strong feeling for this one.

Ever since I started reading it just screamed Jack as a good match."

tall and smol

the two of them definitely go on runs together at real early hours of the morning

I see Jack wanting to go foraging with them and adding to the little trinket collection

Jack isn't much of a musical person himself, but he loves to watch and listen to them sing and dance

it's like something magical to him that he could just sit there and watch all day

whenever he sees them helping teach others and kids he falls more in love

Jack is great with kids and will help them any way he can

they dislike the same things when it comes to how people treat others!

he is also so careful about making sure they're never in a dark cramped space

and if they somehow end up in one, Jack will be there to help and support them any way he can

I said it already but Jack loves just watching them do their hobbies like drawing or singing

he really loves how different they guys are and how both of them go well together despite having different hobbies and everything

Jack loves their honesty and the two of them communicate very well

both of them place a higher value in actions over words and struggle to form words

light physical affection and acts of service all the way!

Jack is such an acts of service boy both giving and receiving

both of them are honestly so cute in the mental image I have and honestly couple goals

he only chooses one partner for life so I hope they go well together!

[handhelld]

Whats jackals favorite method of getting info? Does jackal have any friends among the Payday gang outside of dallas? How does he keep track of info?

How many hawaiian shirts does he have (important)

I literally wrote a wholeass response to this n it got blasted outta existence so now i gotta rewrite it, going to EXPLODE!!!

So Jackal is an old fashioned guy and keeps all his info in physical copies. Its not like when he started out he had a notes app to put shit in unfortunately. After he had to like rapid speed burn and destroy all his files when he fled Chicago, Jackal started to keep everything in code. Its mainly a combination of shorthand, shitasss handwriting, and just illegable bullshit, but it works.

When it comes to gathering information, Jackal is again, old fashioned kinda guy. He cant do any cool hacker shit like Joy, but he has connections. He loves to do everything by hand on the ground, and that means undercover infiltrations, disguises, and all that funstuff. Jackal is an expert at putting up metaphorical masks, so much so that he loses who he rlly is.

A classic way he gathered info back in the day, was simply by mingling and listening. He worked at Casinos back in Vegas as Bartenders and Blackjack dealers. It's due to his reputation as a blackjack dealer informant that he earned one of his many aliases, The Jack of Clubs. (This being a bit of a reference to the Myth of the origin of the name Blackjack, and also tying into how people would subtly contact him for information through gambling)

He isn't a huge fan of it, but isnt against the classic honeypot as well. Jackal sometimes misses being a fair skinned young woman because this shit was so much easier back then. He does sex favors sometimes to get info, but draws the line at his own body. He refuses to let others touch him in that manner.

When it comes to his relations with the payday gang, I don't have thought out stuff on all of them, but he is rather close with Houston, Bonnie, and John Wick!

Bonnie and him are definately gambling buddies, and while she can drink him under the table, it's fun to get shitfaced and play cards, roping everyone else in along with them.

Houston and Jackal had a rough relationship at first, because of course neither knew the other existed despite being important people in dallas's life. Houston is the reason Jackal tells his family he's alive, because the man gets VERY pissed learning he let them believe he was dead for 15+ Years. He dealt with the same thing afterall.

And WICK! Unlikely friends, but Wick is a sensitive guy and he very much is the one who helps Jackal through his emotional shit with Dallas. He gives actually good and thoughtful advice unlike Bonnie ("If he wasnt our chief I'd say you gut the man."). John has met and lost the love of his life, and knows how badly That hurts, so he doenst want Jackal to go through that same thing. He still has a chance. In general John n Jackal are just very chill dudes together.

Other than those guys he also is friends with Vlad and Sydney, and Sydney drags him along places with her and the lil freak squad as “the chaperone”. Helps him get outta his shell a bunch after joining the gang.

As to Jackal’s hawaiian shirt collection? Atleast seven. Every new hawaiian shirt I get, he also gets. He has more than just those though. Plenty of other obscene loud n horrid button ups. He started getting them when he played clueless tourist in vegas but realised very fast how much he unironically loves them.

[ritualoftheancients]

Ritual of the Ancients Chapter 12: Bullet holes are stylish, right?

by Roan Rosser

This is a chapter of a complete vampire novel with a trans-masc main character and a gay romance subplot. New Chapters are posted every Sunday. If you like the novel and want to support the author, ebook and paperback copies can be purchased here.

*****

I pulled up in front of a small house belonging to one of the officers I’d seen at my apartment the other night. I’d picked it over the other one mainly because it was closer to where Jack and I lived—a house in a residential neighborhood in northeast Portland. After the fight and the drive over here, it was after 11:00 pm. All the lights in the house were out and no car was in the driveway, but it could have been in the closed garage. I sat in the car, staring up at the house.

What was I going to say? Take me to your leader? I snorted. Like that wasn’t cliché at all. But I needed to know more about what was going on. I checked the note again. This officer’s name was Kevin Newland.

Gathering my courage, I got out of the car and went up the walk. I knocked lightly, not wanting to wake anyone. Then, when no one answered, I pounded harder. A light flipped on upstairs, so I lowered my hand and waited. A few moments later the downstairs light came on and the front door cracked open.

The officer peered out through the crack, rubbing blurry eyes. I recognized him from both my apartment building and his employee file picture. “Can I help you?”

Instead of answering, I pushed the door into him, knocking the officer back a step. In his sleepy state, Kevin couldn’t keep his balance, and he fell to his butt on the tile of the entryway. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

“Hey!” Kevin exclaimed, sounding more awake now.

Still riding the high from draining that vampire, I leaned down and grabbed the neck of the officer’s T-shirt, which proudly displayed him a graduate of Oregon State University. Figured he was a beaver. Rivals to my school, the ducks. I still felt loyalty to my school, despite the fact that I hadn’t finished my degree. A wave of anger went through me, hot and sharp.

Balling the fabric in my fists, I hoisted him into the air and slammed him against the foyer wall, as if he didn’t have a foot of height and a hundred pounds on me.

“Who is trying to kill me?” I growled, getting in Kevin’s face. I actually wasn’t even sure he was involved; he could have lied on the report because he didn’t know how to explain how I got away from him and his partner. But if he did know, I was hoping that by bluffing, that I could rattle him into telling me something.

Even though I wasn’t thirsty, being this close and smelling his fear and sweat made my throat ache. I could feel my fangs trying to descend. This time I was able to clench my teeth and keep them up, but just barely. I was sure my effort gave me a truly terrible grimace.

“What?” Kevin gasped, his eyes bulging. He clawed at my hands and kicked at me, but I hardly felt the blows, and he couldn’t break my iron grip. My grin widened. I could get used to this vampire thing.

Kevin’s face was turning purple, so I lowered him down so that his feet touched the floor, and loosened my grip on his throat. “There have been two attempts on my life so far that I know of, three if you count my dead roommate. You know who’s behind it, don’t you? That’s why you lied about seeing me, isn’t it!”

“No, Everett. The boss sent us to protect you,” Kevin gasped.

I stared at him. “Wait, by boss you mean…”

“Lady Ann. She was concerned about her favorite acquirer.” I rolled my eyes at that. Worried about her amulet, more like. “But I guess we got there too late.” Kevin gave me a curious look. “How’d you get out, anyway?”

I let go of Kevin and stepped back. “Jumped out the window,” I muttered, trying to process this new info.

“The window? From the sixth floor? You’re crazy, man.” Kevin shook his head.

“Why didn’t you say she sent you?”

“Would you have believed us? Besides, it’s not exactly discreet to go around yelling the name of Portland’s most infamous mob boss, is it?”

“True.” I crossed my arms and regarded the crooked cop. “If you were there to protect me, why the guns?”

“We were a little on-edge,” Kevin coughed.

I rolled my eyes. “Does the Lady know who’s after me? Or why?”

Kevin shrugged and slid down the wall to sit cross-legged on the floor. “I don’t know. Think she tells grunts like me things like that?” He winced and massaged his throat. “Quite a grip you’ve got there.”

“Yeah, I’m a…” I trailed off. Jack had said the supernatural world was on a need-to-know basis. Plus, it was my one advantage over the would-be killer. Better to keep quiet about it for now. “Been working out.”

Kevin looked up at me with pursed lips. “We searched your apartment, but didn’t find all the goods. Figured you had it on you. Lady Ann is most excited to see the latest artifact you promised her.” He held a hand out expectantly.

The artifacts stolen from my apartment were valuable, sure, but the amulet I carried had been specifically requested by Lady Ann. I didn’t know how’d she’d known it was there at the museum, since it had taken me over a week of searching the badly organized depths of the storage rooms afterhours to find it.

A surge of possessiveness swept over me, and I shivered as I fought to keep from clapping a hand over the pocket that held the amulet. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t just that it gave me leverage over her, the amulet was mine. I didn’t know where the feeling came from; I didn’t have any particular attachment to the gaudy gold thing. All I knew is that I would sooner cut off my own arm than hand it over to anyone.

Besides, something he said didn’t sit right with me. He’d gotten there after the apartment had already been ransacked. But he’d said “didn’t find all the goods”, implying they’d found some. I remembered the empty baggies scattered on my floor. The goods had already been taken before the cops cornered us there.

Which meant that hadn’t been the first time they’d been there that day. I backed away from the officer, feeling sick. They were the ones who’d ransacked my apartment and killed Lindsay, likely using the excuse of the welfare check to get inside. And it explained why no one had called in the ransacking: it had been done by cops. Lindsay had likely been killed after they realized she didn’t know where I was.

They’d left after that, but been drawn back by the 911 call made by the neighbor I attacked. Maybe he’d been able to describe me well enough, or maybe just the address of the call had made them suspicious that I’d made the dumb mistake of going back home.

I tried to keep my realization off my face as I stared down at Kevin, trying to figure out what to do. I couldn’t let him know I was onto him, but I needed to give him a message to give to Lady Ann.

Finally, I said, “I was mugged leaving the building the night I stole it.” I’d had enough practice at lying lately that it came naturally, rolling right off my tongue without hesitation. Plus, it helped that everything I said was technically the truth; I was just leaving out the important part and letting Kevin come to his own conclusions.

Understanding blossomed on Kevin’s face and he groaned, dropping his hand. “And you’ve been looking for it. You thought my partner and I might have been involved.”

I nodded. “Clearly I was wrong.” I turned and started walking toward the front door.

There was the scrape of a drawer opening and then Kevin said in a hard voice, “Everett, where do you think you’re going? The boss would like a word with you.”

Hand on the doorknob, I looked over my shoulder to see Kevin had a gun pointed at me. The drawer of the table beside the door was open, and an empty holster was visible inside.

I raised one eyebrow at the gun. “You think that scares me, after the week I’ve had?”

Kevin just stared down the barrel at me, eyes narrowing. He obviously wasn’t going to let me go without a fight.

I concentrated on the feeling I’d gotten before of time slowing down. I hadn’t done it on purpose yet, but it was worth a try. Being shot hurt, so it was not an experience I wanted to repeat. The world faded as I rushed toward Kevin. I knew it had worked because Kevin’s expression changed in slow motion from confident to shocked. I slapped at Kevin’s gun hand, knocking it to the side before tackling him into the wall.

A shot rang out from the gun and a window shattered. A car alarm on the street started blaring, but I barely heard the commotion as I buried my fangs in Kevin’s neck. I sucked greedily, and Kevin struggled for only a moment before sagging. Clinging to his torso, I followed him to the floor.

The blood was good, but not as good as that vampire’s had been. Funny, at the time I hadn’t liked the taste, but now I wished I had it again. I took a few more disappointing licks, and then shoved Kevin’s unresisting body away from me. Kevin sunk down, a giddy smile on his face. He didn’t look as out of it as Officer Hubbs yesterday night, but he was in no condition to stop me now. And if the venom worked like Jack had described, he wouldn’t remember me coming here or using vampire powers. Or he wouldn’t be able to trust his memory.

He deserved to die for what he did to Lindsay, but I didn’t think I could face myself if I took his life in cold blood. I already felt bad enough about hurting that vampire earlier, even though it had been self-defense.

For good measure, I took the gun from Kevin’s limp hand, then snagged the holster from the foyer table. I snapped the gun back into the holster and stuffed it in my jacket pocket before leaving the house. Kevin was already sitting up, looking dazed. The car alarm was still blaring outside.

“Come back!” he called after me with a pleading note in his voice. I ignored him and kept walking.

Jack’s car, parked on the street in front of the house, sported a newly shattered back passenger side window, and a bullet hole in the back seat. I looked back at Kevin’s shattered front window and groaned. Just my luck that stray bullet hit Jack’s car.

The lights of the car flashed in time with the alarm. Sighing, I took the fob out and clicked the alarm off before getting in. Jack was going to kill me. I just hoped he was still alive to be mad.

[wannab-urs]

Title: Trussed Up

Pairing: Jack Daniels x f!reader

Summary: The stress of being a Statesman Agent, especially one in charge of the entire New York operation, gets to Jack sometimes. When he needs release, he comes to you.

Tags: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of  “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client.

A/N: My contribution to the PMAMC 2024! I'm so excited for this event AHHHHH. I hope you enjoy reading this half as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Jack Daniels Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Jack inhales the familiar scent of leather and sweat as he steps up to the counter. After what felt like the longest mission of his life, he was finally back home, back here at The Playground, and back to you. The mission had gone fine, but it was a lot of waiting around, watching, all the boring parts of being a spy they don’t show in the James Bond movies. It was exhausting and tedious, and Jack is feeling all sorts of pent up. 

He flashes a grin at the receptionist, Ralphie, and winks at him. “Hey there, sugar.” The kid flushes and bites his lip. 

“Hiya Jack, nice to see you. Your usual lady tonight?” 

“Yes, please.” Jack doesn’t know if he’s ever been more excited to see someone as he is to see you. It’s been weeks since he last laid eyes on you and it’s driving him crazy. 

Jack takes the sign in tablet from Ralphie and fills out the forms, giving his girl a little info on what he��s here for tonight, confirming his STD test results are up to date, and checking that his yes and no list is still accurate. Ralphie waves Jack through when he’s done.

Jack heads through the Dungeon area – It’s dark and lit with red lights, but the space is so open it doesn’t really feel like a sex dungeon. There’s a shibari presentation tonight, a crowd gathered in front of the stage to watch a tall, beautiful woman tie intricate knots on her submissive. If it hadn’t been so long since his last visit, Jack might stay to watch. He’s fascinated by ropework, even if that’s a little cliche considering the cowboy thing. 

Jack heads down the hall and knocks on your door. Jack feels like he can’t breathe when he looks at you, you’re so damn gorgeous. Even after coming to you for years to get a bit of stress relief, he still isn’t used to how fuckin’ pretty you are. Tonight you’re wearing a black lace set that highlights all your curves and black thigh high boots. Classic, simple, but so fucking sexy. 

“Whiskey, baby, come in. I’ve missed you,” you smile, looking genuinely happy to see him. 

Jack steps into the room and closes the door behind him. The club’s rooms are nice – there’s a cupboard in the corner filled with any toy you can dream up (and take home with you after), a four poster bed in the center, shelves to keep your personal belongings on, a very comfortable chair in the corner, and even a mini fridge with water and snacks. 

“Hi, Momma. Missed you too.” Whiskey takes his hat off and sets it in the cubby by the door. He stands in front of you, arms behind his back and head slightly lowered, already slipping into a submissive pose for you. 

“Go ahead and fold your clothes up and put ‘em by the door while I get ready for you,” you say. You pull up his file on your tablet. “Feeling a little pent up, baby?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Jack answers over his shoulder as he folds his jeans. The mission left him tense, no big “release” at the end where he got to fight the bad guy. 

Your eyes linger on his muscled back and trail down to his perky butt before you go back to the tablet. You have the perfect idea to get him out of his head and so exhausted there’s not a tense muscle in his body. You go to the cupboard and take out a plug, a strap with a thick dildo, a bottle of lube, and a couple lengths of rope. You lay everything out on the bedside table and then stand in front of Jack, cradling his face in your hands. 

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna have you get on your stomach on the bed. I’m gonna open you up for me and put a plug in you to keep you that way.” Jack flushes, but doesn’t try to hide his excitement. “I’m gonna tie you up, arms and legs, and I’m gonna spank you. If you come, that’s okay, but I won’t touch your cock.” You see a flash of a pleading look before Jack schools his features. “Then I’m gonna untie your legs, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard there’s no thoughts left in that pretty little head. And finally, if you keep yourself from coming while I fuck you, you get a reward.” Before you can even finish asking if he consents to all of that, Jack is nodding his head and grinning. 

“Words, baby boy.” 

“Yes, ma’am. I consent.”

“Good boy. What’s your safeword?” 

“Coca-cola”

“Good. On the bed, baby.” 

Jack strides over to the bed and lays flat on his stomach, face buried in a pillow and legs splayed out behind him. You stand by the bed and start by running your fingers through his hair. It’s gotten a little long, there’s curls at the base of his neck, and you give it a gentle tug. He groans and nuzzles his face into the pillow. 

You trail your fingers along his neck, down his sides, to his ass. His little butt is so cute. You squeeze his ass cheeks and pull them apart, exposing his hole to the air. You hear him suck in a breath, feel his body tense up in anticipation. “Relax,” you command gently. The tension leaves his body. 

You climb up on the bed, sitting between Jack’s spread thighs, and grab the bottle of lube. You pour some into your palm, letting it warm up before you coat three fingers. You tease him for a moment, brushing over his sensitive hole, before pushing your first finger all the way in to the knuckle. Jack keens and tries to thrust back toward you, but you place a hand on the small of his back and push him back into the mattress. 

“Be still, baby.”

“Yes ma’am,” Whiskey sounds desperate already and you’ve barely started. You pump your finger a few times before adding a second. As soon as his body is relaxed around you, you curl your fingers, finding the spot inside him you know will have him hanging on by a thread. 

“Fuck, momma, please,” Jack whines, trying to rut into the mattress. He sounds so pretty when he’s begging.

“Momma’s gonna take care of her cowboy, baby, just be patient.” You pull your fingers out of him and grab the plug. You coat it in lube before slowly pushing it inside him. It’s a lot thicker than just two of your fingers, but he can handle it. He moans into the pillow, hips thrusting as much as you’ll allow him to. 

You grab the rope off the bedside table. “Alright, baby, I’m gonna tie you up now.” You take his hands behind his back and secure them with the rope. “Feel okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Whiskey sounds a little breathless. 

“Good boy. You’re doing so good for me.” You get off the bed and bend his legs up behind him, tying his ankles together. The motion pushes the plug deeper inside him, and he lets out a strangled moan. You take the final length of rope and use it to connect his ankles to his wrists without actually tying them together. 

“Everything feel okay, baby? Nothing pulling too hard?”

“Perfect, momma. Feels good,” Jack pants.

“Look so pretty all trussed up for me, cowboy,” you stroke your hand through his hair and drop a kiss to the back of his head. You stand back beside his legs and tap on his plug a couple times, just to watch him squirm, then you drop a light smack on his right ass cheek. He lets out a filthy moan. You alternate cheeks for a few slaps before dropping one right over his hole. 

“Fuck! Please, momma. Please.” You don’t think he even knows what he’s begging for at this point, rutting into the mattress as much as he can. You’re kind of dying to see how hard he is right now, but it’s not time for that yet. You also hope he doesn’t come before you can give him – and yourself – a reward. 

“Doing so good for me, baby. You want me to fuck you? Is that what you’re begging Momma for?” 

“Yes ma’am. Please.” You untie his legs and lower them to the bed gently, rubbing the place the ropes dug into his skin.

“On your knees, sugar,” you order him, helping him lift his hips and climb to his knees since his arms are still tied behind his back. You stand back to admire him. His skin is flushed, red from his cheeks down his chest. His ass has your handprint on it. His biceps are straining against the tie and his very defined back muscles look incredible. His cock is hanging thick and heavy between his legs. He’s gotta be the most beautiful person out of all your clients. “You look gorgeous, baby boy.” 

“Thank you, momma.” Jack sounds out of it, half-gone out of his mind, and really you’ve barely done anything yet. You strip off your boots and lingerie, wanting to feel his skin against yours without any barriers. You put on your strap and coat it in lube before climbing up on the bed behind him. You reach under him and grab his leaking cock in your left hand, stroking up and down slowly, and he shudders. You pull the plug out of him with your free hand and toss it on the ground to deal with later. You continue stroking him slowly as you line up behind him. 

Thanks to all the prep, you slip right inside him with very little resistance. Gliding smoothly in about halfway.

“Wait! Momma wait, ‘m gonna come, please, wait.” You squeeze the base of his cock to keep him from coming and halt the forward push of your hips. 

“You don’t wanna come, baby?” you tease.

“No, momma. Want my reward.”

“Good boy.” You give him another couple moments to calm down, then you grab the rope tying his hands together and slowly pull him back on your fake cock. Jack whines again and you smile down at him. You pull back slowly and then push back into him, setting a hard and fast pace. You want him to forget his own name. You angle your hips slightly, searching for the place that’ll make him scream. 

“Oh fuck, Momma, right there.” 

“Good boy.” 

You keep up the pace, slamming into his prostate over and over until he’s babbling nonsense into the mattress. Just when you think he might come untouched, you pull out of him. He collapses forward onto the bed, completely boneless. Mission accomplished. 

You untie his wrists and slowly move his arms to his sides, massaging the sore muscles. “You did so good, baby boy. I’m so proud of you,” you praise him as you dig your fingers into his shoulder muscles. “Flip over for me, baby.” 

Jack groans and pushes himself over onto his back, his hard cock laying flush against his cute little belly. You lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “Ready for your reward, baby?” 

“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” he looks up at you with his big brown eyes, seeming completely relaxed despite being held on the edge of coming for a long time. 

You take the strap off and toss it on the floor with the plug. You’re absolutely soaked, almost deliriously turned on from fucking the gorgeous man below you. You take his cock in your hand gently and stroke it a few times before settling over top of it. You slowly lower yourself onto him, groaning at the stretch. It doesn’t matter how turned on you are, Jack Daniels is a lot to take. 

“You can– fuck – you can touch me, baby. Please touch me.” Jack doesn’t hesitate. He wraps one arm around your waist and takes your breast in the other hand, massaging it gently. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, momma. Look so good on top of me like this.” You bounce up and down on his length, head falling back and eyes rolling into the back of your head. You can already feel your core tightening around him. 

“Feel so good, Jack. Fuck me. Make yourself come,” you’re breathless, moaning at how good he feels inside you. He pulls you forward and crashes your mouths together, bending his knees and planting his feet on the bed before starting to thrust into you.

The angle is perfect, the hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit on every roll of his hips while he hits your g-spot on every thrust. You moan into his mouth as you come apart on top of him, your cunt pulsing around him rapidly. You drop your head to his shoulder and bite down gently as he fucks you through the aftershocks. 

“Come for me, baby boy. Fill me up,” you whisper in his ear. He snaps his hips into you one more time and stills as hot spurts of cum fill your insides. You feel him go completely rigid underneath you for a long moment before he collapses down into the mattress, wrapping his arms around you and going limp. 

You’re out of breath as you lean up, kissing his prominent nose, his forehead, and then his lips softly. “You did so good for me, baby. So fucking good. Let me get us cleaned up, okay?” 

He nods weakly, eyes closed and chest heaving from the exertion. You roll off the bed and get a towel from the en suite, cleaning yourself up before heading to the fridge to get him a bottle of water. You clean him up carefully and then make him sit up and drink the water. While he does that, you grab the toys off the floor and take them to the bathroom to clean before you send them home with him. 

You climb into the bed, sitting with your back against the headboard. “Lay in my lap, baby.” 

Jack scoots down the bed and lays his head in your lap. You stroke his hair until he falls asleep, looking down at him and thinking about how much you care for him. Sweet, strong, gorgeous man. You’re so grateful he lets you take care of him, take some of the weight off those broad shoulders. You scoot down until your head is on the pillows and fall asleep with Jack in your arms. 

dividers by @saradika

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Into the Lion’s Den (NSFW)

Word Count:  4718

Warnings: dubcon (no explicit consent), unprotected sex, heat/aphrodisiac (it gets explained in the fic), light bondage, inappropriate things used for bondage (there’s a reason there are specific things sold for bondage), brief choking, overstimulation, dacryphila, praise kink(?) It's kinda like condescending praise, biting, implied somnophila, breeding kink (reader does not end up pregnant), I probably forgot to tag something idk

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Notes: so there is this thing that some animals do that when they mate they bite their partner to keep them still,,, yeah. also! this was 10 pages on my google docs lol

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Running through the halls became harder and harder to keep up. But everytime I think my legs will give out, the shouts from the beastmen chasing me rejuvenates me. The need to find somewhere to hide was essential, but finding a good hiding spot wasn’t easy. Even with this big ass school, there weren't many places to hide. Especially when you have three or four beastmen on your tail, drooling like hungry dogs. Especially when those beastmen are constantly catching you, only having sheer dumb luck keeping you alive. Just a minute ago those beastmen had caught me, keeping me pinned to a wall. 

The one in front seemed to be a fox beastmen. He’s the one who found me first, but it only took a couple seconds for the other three to catch up. The rest were bigger than the fox, letting him have the advantage of trapping me sooner. Any hope of finding an escape from them was smashed into pieces the moment I saw the fox share a smirk with the rest. They were working together. They all surrounded me, ripping at my clothes as they did. I could only close my eyes, hoping they would just quickly kill me instead of eating me alive. Although a quick flash made my eyes flutter open, there's… no one there… Did someone just take a picture?

That was enough to make my eyes burn, trying to look away from where I saw the camera flash last. The beastmen didn't seem to react, but I know for a fact there was a camera flash. Waiting a couple seconds I gather whoever the cameraman is, they're not going to be my knight in shining armour.

I felt so embarrassed, not only will I be eaten alive in a magical world I was dumped in, but now some sick fuck is going to document it! While I’m crying through it all! That thought at least renewed my struggles a little, but through the beastmen’s chatter I realized they were cooing at me? ‘Is this a sick joke? Are they really trying to comfort me before they eat me?’ 

My struggles started to cease more and more as I tried to figure out what has changed, why I am being hunted like an animal, but I was only confused. Listening to what the beastmen we’re saying was difficult, they were talking quicker than I could process, cutting each other off and starting new conversations.  “you’re going to look so cute as I- we should take her to- everyone with higher senses can smell- I don’t know where but it's only time bef- the leech twins- even that damned hunter-”. They then started to bicker, who would get to go first. As the 'meal' in this situation I couldn't help but find this a little funny, like a really morbid joke. I felt like crying, one of those hysterical laughing crying fits where you couldn’t tell if they were happy or sad, but they’re definitely losing their sanity.

Everyone’s talking was interrupted by a growl, shaking everyone to their bones. Or, at least that was my experience. The growl did catch everyone's attention, the beastmen all paused, some of them backing away from me to approach the sound of the noise. My first thought was ‘oh wow, yay! Another fucker who's coming to rip me to shreds!’ but looking towards the noise I see a flash of white fur. it’s Jack! Everybody freezes, even the beastmen were looking uncertain for a moment, but seeing a white wolf sprinting at you tends to snap some sense into you sooner rather than later. Charging towards the group he lunged at us. Surprisingly, the beastmen let go and backed away causing me to fall on my ass narrowly avoiding being body slammed by Jack. Deciding not to think twice, I used the small distance made between us and quickly booked it for the nearest hallway, trying not to trip as I go. Sadly, this wasn’t even close to the end. The short pieces I caught of the beastmen's conversation confirmed a couple things. Somehow my scent is affecting them and it’s strong, making this whole island dangerous. But I need to find somewhere safe before the boss characters start to show themselves. I quicken my frantic running as I think of what would happen if Floyd caught me, or god forbid Jade, I can’t even tell which is worse. I need to find a place where I can barricade, thinking over my options I quickly decide that ramshackle and the other dorms are definitely not suitable. Ramshackle is too rundown and the most obvious place I could go. Plus, I would only get caught immediately trying to get to the mirror room. That leaves…!

Finding an abandoned classroom somewhere in the school can be rare, most classrooms are stretched around the campus, making foot traffic almost constant. But one highlight of this, is the fact that there are abandoned classrooms all over campus, making a lot of those classrooms be barely looked at twice. Not that would matter, it’s late into the evening so the only ones still on campus are the ones currently hunting me. Those hunting me… can smell me, so stealth isn’t important here, barricading is the only option. But I can do that in an abandoned classroom.

After running around with no direction in mind I finally see a potential abandoned classroom. Quickly running over to the classroom door I slide it open and look around. ‘So far, so good’ just as I feel my heart start to feel lighter with hope, I start to hear some noises in the distance. It’s not exact but any noise means they’ll be here soon, so I need to be quick. I quickly close the sliding door but I can’t lock it. Great. Looking around frantically I spotted some really big closets, I ran over and started pushing it towards the door. On a normal day, this never would have been possible, but I must still have some adrenaline left after all the running. After I finished pushing the first closet I immediately started working on the second one. Trying to pick up the student desks was futile, as they were bolted into the ground. But I did find some spare chairs stacked in a corner. In fact most of the chairs were not bolted on the floor so I used them to create a wall of sorts. The legs of the chairs sticking towards the door look like very sad and blunt spikes. 

Only after stepping back did I realize that one good magic trick could easily dismantle this little blockade, and if anything, I only trapped myself in here. Falling onto my butt, I feel the exhaustion and creeping melancholy wash over me as my adrenaline finally starts to run out. While they were chasing me, any one of them could have caught me with a spell. So maybe my scent had them too focused on catching me. ‘Well, I’m going to have to bank on that, I guess it's really my only hope.’ looking up at the looming closets, I feel a little spike of fear. ‘I really am trapped, I don’t think I can get out on my own again… at least anytime soon’. 

Trying to distract myself from the impromptu isolation and almost being, ya know, mauled by my classmates, I look around and take in the scenery. The abandoned classroom looks the same as the other few abandoned classrooms I had briefly seen, minus the displaced closets. Grey walls, grey floors, there were some windows leading outside, luckily none leading from the hall that someone could break to get in. The windows leading outside only had very little openings for air, so climbing out isn’t really an option, even if you were willing to risk possibly breaking something to jump off of the third floor. I shudder as I pull my legs closer together, the feeling of entrapment washing over me. There was a massive teachers desk at the front along with an equally giant chalkboard, it stretched across the whole wall. It almost reminded me of classrooms in normal non-magic schools back home. Although the abandoned classrooms look identical to each other, they could not look more different to the used ones. The actual used classrooms have been renovated to fit the particular subject being taught, that's probably why these classrooms are abandoned like this, they're not really useful. 'Useful until now' I laughed quietly at my depressing joke. The last time this classroom got any action was fifty years ago at least. The room is spotless though. The classroom almost lets me imagine that I'm not even in Twisted Wonderland, like I'm back home.

Nope, nope, I just can’t. Although the threat is relatively handled I can’t ignore the fact I was now stuck in this place for the unseen future. I guess I can finally get some peace and quiet? No murder beastmen, no grim, no ghosts. It could be worse? I could be dead. Unfortunately, before I could dwell on this issue further I quickly ran into another problem. Like a cold bucket of water dumped over me I realize, not only did I lock myself away from the beastmen, I locked myself in with one.

Arms circle around my stomach as a face nuzzles into my neck. A pair of fluffy ears tickle my face as they do so. A growl builds up in their chest before they speak “Damn, don’t you smell delicious” instinctively, my arm swung out and hit the person on the chest. Luckily that was enough to make them let go, which I immediately used to get away, jumping to my feet to put some distance. Unluckily for me, as I backed away from the new threat, I finally realized how fucked I was. Sitting a meter or two away was none other than the lion bastard himself, Leona Kingscholar. Even in the evening moonlight he looks beautiful, damnit. 

He slowly gets up, the carefulness of his actions are very unlike him, and seem down right predatory. With every move he makes I take a step back, keeping my front towards him all the while, as if the sign of my back retreating will spawn a chase. Tilting his head with poorly concealed amusement, he starts to snicker at my obvious fear. “I’ve told you, over and over again, to be very scared of me, yet you only walked with confidence, what’s with the change? Is the fight all gone?” Leona looked to the side, eyeing the blockade. I didn’t move when he went to inspect it closer, but I kept my eyes fully trained on him. I wanted oh so badly to speak, ‘the others were chasing me’ or even ‘please don’t eat me’. But nothing can come out, my mouth feels like cotton has just grown rapidly, nearly suffocating me. Instead he speaks for me.

“You had no idea I was in here” he didn’t ask, he spoke the truth and I remained quiet, which only made him smile more. “Awe baby, you tried oh so hard to keep the monsters away, and look where that got you”. I only had a second to feel the rush of emotions that Leona calling you ‘baby’ would create before he started to charge. Somehow squirming out of the way, I ran under his arm across the room. This little chase sequence went on for a while, he’d go in one direction, so I would go the other to avoid him. Even then I could tell he wasn’t giving it his all, I could tell he was just fucking with me before he really starts to chase. But there is only so far to get away from him.

“Awe, is the cute little herbivore trying to run away? Don’t you know that running only excites me more?” That sentence only caught me off guard for a second. A second. But it was all Leona needed as he quickly tackled me to the ground. I managed not to hit my head on impact, but my lungs weren't so lucky. While gasping for breath from the fall and the little chase sequence, Leona looks me over and laughs at my helplessness. Dick.

Weakly pushing at his chest I dry heave as I push through my words. “Don’t eat me” grabbing both of my hands he traps my hands above my head, presumably for safe keeping. My legs kick out but I can’t do anything because Leona is already settled in between them. Leona only laughs more, enjoying playing with his food a little bit too much- 

“Why? I thought women liked being eaten out” as if I couldn’t short circuit sooner, Leona punctuated those words with a grind of his hips against mine. At that I froze, OH.. oh… Leona leans down and leaves open mouth kisses on my neck as he speaks. “You’re the dumbass for stepping onto campus smelling like that, that damned crow should have stopped you, he should’ve known better” Leona only gets more agitated as he speaks, only making him grind against me harder, making my body jump with the force. Leona doesn't even notice how he's easily bouncing my body against his, too occupied with cursing out that crow between kisses and bites. “Wouldn’t that raccoon smell anything? You should’ve-” his grip only tightens as he speaks, his voice dissolving into a growl as he- “wait, wait” I look at him incredulously “are you mothering me right now?” his head rises from where he was leaving hickeys to stare at me unamused. “you’re ovulating idiot, you’re making every predator on campus act like dogs in heat."

Trailing fingers down my body, Leona hovers over the shredded clothing that despite barely hanging on, covers most of the important bits. “and she somehow found her place underneath me.” The sound of clothes ripping rings out, my clothes ripping. Banging my hands against his sides and chest, still not daring to aim at his face, I protest “Hey! I still need to leave here! Those are one of my VERY few clothes!” and like that he shredded pants and underwear. In response to my squirming he nuzzles the juncture between my neck and shoulder and bites down. Really not expecting this turn of event, I stopped squirming momentarily, the pain eventually numbing down. There was a quick sting after letting go, Leona barely lifted up his head, instead starting to kiss along my shoulder. Content with my complacency, no matter how short lived it'll be, He starts to push my body up, quickly gathering my hands above my head again with one hand. 

Ripping off his tie with his other hand, I look up and quickly figure out what he’s going to do. Less than a couple inches away are the bolted desks. More importantly, one of the bolted legs looked really close to where Leona gathered my hands. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's trying to achieve. And this renewed my struggle, but it was pathetically futile. Leona only looked down when he finished tying my hands to the desk leg, giving my hands a tug I realized I'm fucked in more ways then one.

Leona starts to paw at my breasts first before leaning down and taking one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue is rough like sandpaper, not as intense as a cat's but it still makes me jump. An undignified squeak escapes my mouth at the sensation. Everytime he circles his tongue around my breast he drags his fangs along the skin around it. I can’t help but to buck onto him. The sensations are too much and they're causing me to squirm, even though it makes me grind against Leona more.

Thinking of a last ditch effort, I try and yell as loud as I can "JACK!" Leona promptly sits up, any amusement or mischief gone in his facial expressions. Just as I was about to call again, Leona wrapped his hand around my throat, and squeezed hard. Hearing my wheeze Leona chokes out a forced laugh. He continues to grind his hips against mine as he hisses out “You think Jack would save you from me? Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t bend you into a breeding bench if he was in my shoes." Even as black spots fill my vision I tried to weakly protest. "Jack helped me." Although I was anticipating another punishment for defending Jack, Leona loosened his grip. While keeping his hand firmly around my neck, I noticed that same predatory look on Leona's face. "Oh, did he now? What makes you think he was doing it for your benefit? He was trying to get you for himself, do you really think he’s one for sharing?" Seeing me shiver at his words made Leona smile again, I got his message loud and clear.

His patience finally wearing thin Leona quickly moves down my body, I try to close my legs on instinct. But instinct can only get you so far when they’re already between your legs. As soon as he settles between my legs he immediately finds my clit and flattens his tongue against it as he drags his tongue up and down. Pricks of pain were surprisingly stimulating, sending my body mixed signals. Delving his tongue into my core as deep as it could go, never staying in one place for too long. My constant moans nearly drown out everything else but I can still clearly pick up Leona’s occasional groan, sending shockwaves through my body.

My hips keep bucking into Leona's eager mouth yet desperately trying to twist away from the sensation. The more I moan, the harder Leona presses into me. Every twist of my body Leona chases to keep his tongue on my heat. The loud sucking and slurping noises become deafening in the classroom. My body’s jerking becomes more frequent and erratic, feeling my orgasm near is bringing stinging tears to my eyes. It’s too much!- 

Suddenly there is banging on the door and walls facing the hallway. My body jerked away from the sound but Leona seemed unbothered. It was only until the beastmen started shouting that Leona seemed to notice their presence. I felt the deep growl Leona released before I heard it. It probably would have been louder and more scary… if he had lifted his head from where it was buried between my thighs. 

There was barely a falter in the shouting. The closets moved to keep them out were shaking like crazy- drowning out Leona’s growl even more. He only huffed, after barely looking at the doors he turned back to continue. Leona was ruthless this time around, during the quiet moments Leona already figured out what makes me squeal and moan the loudest. The ruined orgasm had quickly returned as Leona held me down. The stinging feeling of unshed tears returned just as a wail rips through my throat. As the pleasure keeps mounting I yell Leona’s name in a garbled sentence. Leona brought my clit into his mouth and sucked, my back bowing as my orgasm hit me. Leona still wouldn’t let up, continuing to thrust his tongue into my heat and lap at my clit. 

I shake and cry as I feel my second orgasm already starting to build up in my tummy. Leona slowly sinks his fingers in my heat which lets his tongue torture my clit in the best way possible. Way too quickly he finds that bundle of nerves and abuses it, forcing me head first into another orgasm. I chant Leona’s name as I climax trying to get his skilled fingers and tongue away from my overstimulated pussy. Garbled sentences trying to tell him it’s too much get lost in translation. All I could see is white, my thrashing body had little effect on Leona, as he continued to nurse on my clit, making my orgasm last eons longer. I gasp for breath as I start to come down from my high, I blink rapidly but I’m still a bit out of it.

But then I notice how quiet it is. It’s not as quiet as before but the chaotic banging and yelling has subsided. I jerk in shock as I hear Leona laugh next to my ear- wait, when did he? He must have moved around while I was still out of it, I reasoned. My attention is grabbed back to him as he hitches my legs around his hips. Pressing the tip of his cock at my entrance. At the slightest pressure my body seizes up, which makes Leona pause his actions. Despite the situation Leona immediately goes to sooth me, petting my hair, kissing my face, and cooing at me. “Come on pretty baby, you can take it.” The endless compliments make my eyes go misty as Leona slowly pushes into my gummy walls. I’m crying, not from the pain or the feeling of Leona pushing into me but the continuous praise that he showers me with.

When Leona bottoms out I almost expect him to start thrusting soon after considering the unhinged look in his eyes from before. I assumed he wouldn’t be able to hold back, but he stayed still. As I get adjusted I listen to the beast men outside. I hear the banging on the doors be replaced by scratching, the shouts with whining, begging to be let in. “They want to watch.” Leona’s voice near my ear makes me jump a bit but he continues on. “I can hear them-“ his ears twitch “-they’re begging me to let them watch. But they won’t get that. They’ll have to make do with listening to get off.” Leona slowly pulls out, then pushes back in a little faster. Taking the breath out of my lungs. He starts to slowly thrust at a steady pace as he speaks again “if I had it my way they wouldn’t even get that.” With the arm that wasn’t holding himself up he trails that hand down your body to your stomach briefly pressing down. This causes Leona to narrowly hit my g spot making me choke on a sob. “Oh? Did I hit something good? Come on crybaby, use your words.” Heavily overstimulated from my previous orgasms I couldn’t respond. I just shook my head while I whimpered gibberish.

Pounding away trying to hit that spot again Leona uses the hand that was on my stomach to rub at my clit. All the while I am losing my mind from the sensations. All I could do was watch his facial expressions through bleary eyes, my hands twisting in their bondage needing something to hold on to. Leaning down, Leona lightly ghosts his mouth along the skin of my neck. The tips of his fangs dragging across, making me shiver against him. Soon Leona lost all control, needy thrusts knocking the breath out of my lungs, but neither of us noticed how he was pushing my body away. Digging his legs underneath mine in order to reach deeper, and get a better angle to bounce me on his cock. With nothing to keep me still, my body was being pushed forward towards the desk. 

Not being able to process any words I resort to clinging on to the chair leg for dear life. Unintentionally making my body push back into Leonas. After pushing myself back a good inch away from the desk, I suddenly have all the breath pushed out of my lungs. Leona starts pushing harder than before, reaching even deeper than before, making me cream around him. Despite the rapid fire orgasms I feel the familiar feeling in my belly, telling me another one is on the cusp. Leona must have felt my body's reaction as he chokes out a laugh through his own moans. “Already? You’re so receptive to me baby, or do you like knowing people are getting off to you, hm?” Hearing Leona speak into my ear was all I needed, my body seizing up as I reached my third orgasm. Each orgasm becomes more intense then the last, dark spots dance across my vision. Leona doesn’t seem tired at all despite all of this, instead keeping a keen eye on your facial expressions and how they change as you’re cumming over and over. Finally feeling his climax creeping up, Leona litters your neck with little kisses before he sinks his teeth in again like last time. Hammering his hips against yours as he chases that feeling of euphoria. 

Feeling Leona sink his teeth in and cum in you has you shrieking. Even after he orgasmed he was rock hard and still humping into you slowly, making you reach your fourth orgasm quickly. You felt so full, so warm, it was a little gross how his cum was being pushed out with every little movement of Leona’s hips. His body is still trapping me under him, so all I could do was take it. My whole body feels clammy from sweat. The tile floor is warm from my body heat, yet the air is still so chilly against my skin. 

Basking in the stupor my orgasms left me in, I’m shocked back into reality as I feel Leona’s still rock hard cock pull out before pushing back in frantically. Whining out my body weakly protests by squirming but my pussy still squeezes around him in a vice grip. “You’re already tired? awe, I still wanna cum just more than once, aren’t you being a little selfish?”

At my continued whining Leona scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically, Leona briefly pulls out, pulling my legs up on his shoulders so he could press back in. At this angle it lets him hit that bundle of nerves all the more easier. Leona of course took advantage of this, setting a fast and brutal pace. I can feel every ridge and vein on his dick as he chases his next orgasm. Leona leans his face down to mine, licking off my tears from my cheeks- “come on baby, you can handle one more, just one more and I’ll give you a break” hiccupping between my little sobs I try and prepare myself for my last orgasm, drool escaping my parted lips and I close my eyes. 

Leona growls above me, the calm façade long since lost as he goes a little crazy. His hand returned to its place on my clit, it didn’t take long for me to reach another orgasm. With a shrill cry I cum with tears streaming down my face, my body feels electric shocks running through my system. My body finally relaxes a bit, as I hiccup I try to regulate my breathing again. As my pussy flutters around his cock, Leona loses his composure. “mmn fuck- I’m gonna- fuck-“ he releases one last growl before he stalls, hips jerking erratically as he cums deep inside me. Hips keep moving as he cums, trying to hump his cum further into me.

Leona’s hips slow until they finally stop, I am gasping for breath while trying to fight off the urge to sleep. Leona goes and unties the tie from the desk leg, finally letting my arms go. After rubbing at my wrists a bit Leona takes them gently and starts to kiss along the fabric burns from his tie. Slowly kissing me everywhere I start to nod off but then I remember that we’re still in an abandoned classroom. An barricaded classroom too. As if sensing my rising panic Leona starts… purring? Nuzzling against my sweaty neck trying to kick away the anxiety. Either way it does its purpose in calming me down, slowly relaxing back into his hold. “Just go to sleep and save your energy, when you wake up we’ll be in my room.” Lifting his head up to properly look at me, I suddenly realise that his cock is still inside me. “Get as much sleep as possible, I might have to fuck you while your still asleep if you’re too tuckered out.” The way my stomach flutters at that I honestly don’t think I’d mind.