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faeriekit · 15 days

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Down and Out

phic phight prompts taken from @sillysugargliders and @akela-nakamura

“Technowizard!” Tuck declared, pointing up towards the glass ceiling. The ratty Hack-A-Thon tee-shirt and Star Wars print pants did not an imposing outfit make.

Sam’s avocado-coated face barely even looked up from her phone. “Lame.”

“The Finest Pharoah!” Tucker tried again, glaring straight down at Sam as he posed again— this time, with his other hand.

“Cringe,” was Sam’s bland contribution.

Tucker threw both his hands in the air in sheer exasperation, narrowly avoiding sending Sheila2 flying up into the air with them. “The— oh shoot— the Tech Menace! The Electric Enemy!”

“Makes you sound like a bit-rate villain,” Sam drawled, finishing out her level of tetris with perfect accuracy. She clicked off the phone before she could get suckered in. “Tucker, have you considered any good names? At all?”

Fair revenge was fair revenge, and Tucker didn’t want to waste his own pillow on vengeance. Using Sam’s bamboo-woven pillowcase against her facemask was fair game— and her shriek of rage over the smeared facemask was just desserts.

Tucker eventually lost, of course, smothered underneath the very same pillow he’d assaulted his friend with, but hey; he’d given it his all, and that was what mattered in the end.

Winning would be nice, though. You know. One day.

In the meantime, though, they were squatting in Sam’s greenhouse, reclining on air mattresses on recycled wooden palettes. It was kind of cold— Tucker was glad Sam had thought ahead and brought blankets— but there were no bugs, and there was no rain, even if there were frogs singing bleakly outside glass walls throughout the night.

Sam was good at pretending it didn’t bother her.

Tucker knew it had to, though. Sam was used to having things. Being comfortable. Having her bamboo toothbrush and toothpaste tabs at the ready, with her natural fiber blankets and her desktop computer and a credit card that would solve the majority of her problems.

Instead they had used the cheapest versions of everything at the dollarstore. Abrasive discount soap. Deodorant with added aluminum. They’d brushed their teeth at the spigot where the hose screwed on, and tomorrow they’d wash with the hose the same way.

Card could be traced. Tucker was the only one who’d been carrying cash in the moment.

Man, Tucker thought, tunnelling himself under his blankets. Running away sucked. At least the only thing Tucker had to miss was his parents. And his spare parts.

…He hoped his parents weren’t looking for him. The "proper authorities" had probably already informed them he was infected. They should…they should hopefully know that being gone was safer than being there.

Sam’s black-nailed thumb and green-coated face peeked at him from under the covers. Without his glasses, she mostly looked like a blob, so Tucker just waved. He wanted to be social. He wanted to be happy.

It felt like everything was falling apart through his fingers, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Hey,” Sam said. “If you want to charge your tech, I’m out of the plug.”

It was a sweet gesture. “Thanks,” was all Tucker could say. But he didn’t want to leave his cave.

Sam, of all people, knew what level of trust the gesture meant when Tucker gave his phone over to her. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to; it was the same level of trust Sam was showing to him by letting them stay here, together, instead of apart, the way Jazz had originally planned.

Running away properly would have been safer. But here, in this moment, they were warm, and safe, and somewhat fed.

Tucker stuck his face into his pillow and thought It doesn’t get much better than this.

…Man, it was supposed to be roast beef dinner tonight. He was missing out!

“...I still think that Technowizard is a cool name,” Tucker grumbled to himself. Sam shot him a fond, if exasperated look.

“No.”

“Fine, bossy. What did you pick?”

“Foxglove,” Sam replied simply. “Most famous poisonous plant in the Western world. It’s poetic.”

Tucker thought on it. It…had merit, but… “You know people are going to shorten it to Foxy, right?”

Sam paused.

…She set her phone down with clear disgust. “Ugh. I hate that you’re right.”

“I’ll never let you down,” Tucker offered, very seriously. “I’m always right.”

Sam pulled the blanket back down over him until he squawked in indignation.

“Okay,” Sam’s voice came in muffled through their blanket barrier. “Maybe we can both hold off on names until we decide how we’re doing this, exactly.”

This, of course, being their new life on the run— ideally, taking down the GIW and their hold on Amity Park, or in the short run, cutting and ditching in every effort to not get captured. Their plan so far wasn’t much better than “wait for Danny to get home from Space Camp”, but, you know…needs are as they must. Or something.

“How about Cryptid?” Tucker offered, poking his head out of his blanket hovel. His glasses were…somewhere, but no matter where he groped for them, his hands still came up empty. “Short. Simple. Lots of hard consonants. Easy to muddy up in an internet search with other information. They’d be looking for you and find, like, the Entfield Horror.”

Sam gave that thought its due while Tucker found his glasses. “It’s…better than Inviso-Bill for sure.”

Okay, that one was worth the laugh.

“You could try Technomage,” Sam tried out in turn. "It would be like naming a snake 'snake', since you’re going through magical puberty or whatever, but…”

Tucker snorted. Magical puberty.

…But.

She’d been the first to notice when Tucker hadn’t even needed to touch Edna (PDA of the month) to write her new programs in class. She’d taped over his stylus to prove it to him— and Tucker hadn’t even noticed with the weight of a phantom stylus in his hand as he coded telepathically. Realizing he hadn’t been tapping any of the buttons had been. Spooky.

His phone didn’t need a SIM card anymore. He was saving his family a lot on outgoing and ingoing calls, apparently, and the reported number of texts they’d had to pay for was a big fat goose egg.

Also, he was pretty sure someone was emailing him at the moment.

…He wasn’t sure how he knew. But. It kind of tasted like blue raspberry. It was probably Danny’s sister.

So. Um. the magical puberty thing hadn’t been too off track. It had certainly been less subtle than Sam’s newfound ability to speak with plants, but…at least talking to your flowerpots looks normal from the outside looking in.

Apparently lawn mowing day at school gave Sam real trauma, though. Finding her in the nurses’ office with her head buried under her denim jacket had been scary.

“Better than nothing,” Tucker begrudgingly agreed. He left his glasses wherever they were; he’d find them in the morning. “I mean. We technically don’t even need names. If we just start breaking their stuff, they’ll probably name us anyway.”

Sam laughs. The green on her face is gone; she likely wiped her mask off when Tucker couldn’t see. “With you hacking their stuff?”

“And you growing your freaky vines out of their gear,” Tucker added. “The…what’s the one. The one that ate that one house?”

Sam leans her head down onto Tucker’s mattress. Her clean, damp face swims into view. “Oh. The kudzu?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah, I can cultivate that— not here, since it grows so fast. Did you know Kudzu’s supposed to be eaten? People usually take it off the roadside in China for an easy food source. That’s why it overtakes so much stuff here: there’s no one taking on the role of its natural predator.”

Huh. Well, sounded like something Sam would know. Tucker wedged his pillow further underneath his head; Sam’s still had some goop on it, so he gave her his extra blanket instead.

Sam stuffed it underneath her head with no issue. Without her purple lip and filled in brows, she just looked like Sam— just like a girl in his class, who wanted to make the world a better place, and didn’t know how to do it.

Tucker wanted to do better too.

But they wouldn’t do it alone. They’d be better off with Danny than without.

“All we have to do is make it until Danny comes back. And then we can reconvene.”

…And then what?

“And then?” Tucker asked, a little too quiet.

Sam had never backed down from a challenge. She never would. “And then we kick ass.”

Well. When she said that, it was all so simple.

The lights clicked out in the greenhouse, and just in time— the outside started to burst with light and sound as agents tore up the road outside the Manson property.

The door was locked. The daisies at the door and the wispy strings-of-hearts would give them more than enough warning if the agents swept through.

It was bedtime, or good enough as.

Sleep wasn’t restful, but the quality of the night didn’t matter; it only had to get them to the next day.

#phic phight 2024 #danny phantom #Phic phight #tucker foley #Sam Manson #ambiguous timeline when they're on the run from the GIW! 🎉#Danny's fine he's just out of town #'where' space camp. he's on a break #giw as a bad guy with local regulatory power #fill

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ehghtyseven · 3 months

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geno getting the guys with friendly fire in his exuberant cellies...

and that one time he got himself (but who cares when you've just won the cup)

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jihyocentric · 2 months

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hi lumi. hope ur well! may i request alphas gp sanayeon and omega jihyo where they all come back from a date night and just ravish jihyo bc they thought she looked way too good and that everyone wanted her. just plain jealousy troupe with a praise and breeding kink <3

hi anonie! so, just for reference, for this i had in mind jihyo with the same clothes of her latest concept photo.

it was usually jihyo who stood in that position — watching over sana and nayeon, holding back not to lose her patience with the multiple girls who insisted to throw themselves on them. it happened more often than jihyo would like, and she'd be constantly frustrated due to the people who seemed to ignore her scent on them, blatantly disregarding the mark of another omega.

they were attractive alphas after all, the kind who attracted not only omegas but people from all ranks, and if jihyo didn’t scent them every day and left her own visible warning that they were hers on their necks, other omegas would certainly think they were available. if they already did when she clearly asserted that they were hers, jihyo couldn’t begin to imagine how it would be if she didn’t.

oddly enough, no girls seemed to be looking nayeon and sana’s way that night. with the way nayeon and sana were growing angrier each minute, jihyo guessed she’d have to worry about what they would do to her rather than losing her alphas to another omega, really.

it was clear that she’d stolen people’s attention. jihyo knew exactly why, but she couldn’t have imagined that she’d be changing so early into her pregnancy, so drastically that a faint taste of her scent would make even an omega turn their eyes to her, and nayeon and sana weren’t the best at dealing with their jealousy.

“it’s only been a month and they’re already like that,” sana huffs, fist clenching around her glass of wine.

“they’re staring!” nayeon grunts and sana makes a sound to show that she agreed, vehemently so, engaging with nayeon’s complaints. “people have lost their respect, and…”

nayeon continues and sana listens, adding her own comments to support nayeon’s opinion, the both them talking as if jihyo wasn’t there, though she was the subject of their discussion.

it takes nayeon and sana no more than another alpha checking jihyo out for them to decide they’d had enough.

it didn’t matter that they were out to enjoy a date, have a nice dinner and celebrate the news. jihyo had gotten pregnant of their first baby and they were happy, genuinely so, but they were fed up with the people ogling their wife. deep down, jihyo found them cute that way, protective and possessive, even if that meant their date was coming to an end too soon.

“that’s it, we’re going home.” sana states, getting up from her seat and doing her very best not to snap and throw her hands against the table forcefully, the way her inner alpha told her to.

leaving the restaurant is fast — nayeon holds jihyo’s wrist and drags her along, not as gentle as she usually was, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

she’d been blaming other people for staring at jihyo all night long, but that was also jihyo’s fault for dressing that way, especially when she was pregnant and smelled sweeter than usual, overflowing with hormones. jihyo could have at least avoided revealing clothes, if anything.

“is this what you wanted?” nayeon suddenly snaps, pulling jihyo closer by her waist once they stop next to her car.

nayeon’s back hits the door of the car. she traps jihyo in her arms, and sana’s front meet jihyo’s back, leaving the omega no space to run. not that jihyo considered trying to get away from them, always pleased to be cornered by her alphas, no matter what they intended to do with her.

“of course not,” jihyo replies, defensively, breathing heavier when sana pushes her against nayeon, making her have to grip nayeon’s shoulders, almost losing her balance.

it was dark enough at the parking lot for jihyo not to feel embarrassed being such a position with them in public. she feels nayeon’s bulge against her thigh and sana’s against her lower back, wondering since when they’ve been that hard.

“is that so?” nayeon huffs. she refrains from making any further comments, knowing she’d sound silly saying that jihyo was too pretty to go out with them, because there was nothing jihyo could do about it. it makes her even more irritated.

jihyo’s eyes widen feeling sana’s hands on her hips, thumbs dangerously playing with her skirt, wanting to let jihyo know that, if she so wanted, that piece of clothing could be easily taken off — their hard ons against her body make jihyo helplessly aware that if she said or did anything wrong, they wouldn’t hesitate to do such thing.

“our princess wouldn’t do that on purpose,” sana mutters, leaving a faint kiss on jihyo’s bare shoulder. “it’s all their fault. right, ji? not yours. never yours.”

nayeon waits for an answer, expecting jihyo to agree, wanting to know from jihyo if she should punish her or claim her — or both.

but jihyo wasn’t talking back, and the entire night all she’d done was looking at them, them only. she had no intention to provoke jealousy out of them, but if she didn’t really mean it, then nayeon can’t fathom why she’d pick such clothes to go out with them. with part of her still flat tummy and cleavage exposed, jihyo looked sexy, agonizingly so, and all nayeon wanted was to cover her up with a long coat.

because of that, the entire night she’d been hard, uncomfortable, wanting to knot her omega, perhaps doing it in front of every person that had dared to check jihyo out when they were aware that the omega was carrying a baby. her baby. there was no possible way they couldn’t tell, even if jihyo wasn’t yet showing. not when jihyo smelled like that. it was almost as if everybody had decided to challenge her that night.

“no, i-i didn’t mean to…” jihyo stops mid-sentence, gasping at a sudden thrust of sana’s hips against hers. “n-not here, alpha!”

“not here.” sana hums, agreeing, a little impatient. “we wouldn’t want anyone to see how pretty you are when you’re filled with our cocks.”

jihyo hardly makes it to their room dressed. nayeon’s unkind hands finish sana’s work of taking her clothes off, the lacy lingerie becoming nothing but destroyed fabric on the ground, and by the time her back is against the mattress, nayeon and sana are just as bare, with their cocks standing proudly.

nayeon’s is against her own tummy, leaking with precum at the tip, and sana’s looks more than ready to stuff jihyo up.

there’s a difference between her alphas. jihyo is quite familiar with it — nayeon is not, by all means, as patient as sana, always wanting to speed things up. she pouts when sana places a kiss on jihyo’s lips and moves lower, knowing sana would take her time between the omega’s legs, and not much was left for her to do but to watch.

but nayeon was a fan of watching, especially when sana got their omega writhing and whimpering, clawing at the sheets, letting out the prettiest moans just for them, because of them, at their mercy.

“so pretty,” sana praises, kissing down jihyo’s thigh, and nayeon settles next to jihyo, close enough she could kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings on her ear while sana worked a devoted tongue on jihyo’s dripping center. “pretty and all ours.”

nayeon nods, as if silently letting jihyo know she agreed with sana, almost growling as she remembers how others were looking at her.

“our omega to breed.” nayeon adds, a hand moving possessively to jihyo’s tummy, still jealous. “our omega to look at.”

jihyo whines, sana’s tongue on her center making her legs close around her head, barely managing to give them an answer. although they hadn’t asked, jihyo knew that they needed to hear it from her, and only then her alphas would be satisfied.

“i’m y-yours,” jihyo cries, already sensitive by the time sana puts more effort into eating her out, too easy to be toyed with.

they needed to hear it every day — nayeon and sana had to listen those words from jihyo regularly, sometimes even making her chant it as she comes, making sure jihyo wouldn’t forget that she is, in fact, theirs.

hearing jihyo’s soft cries makes sana eager, losing her patience entirely too quickly after being told jihyo was hers, flat tongue becoming heavier against jihyo’s clit, and nayeon can’t help but kiss and touch jihyo everywhere she can.

“this might hurt, princess.” nayeon warns softly, pulling jihyo’s hair away from her neck. the sight of jihyo’s bare neck makes her lick her lips. it hadn’t been too long since jihyo was last marked, and though she still smelled like nayeon and sana, their scent was faint enough to give nayeon an excuse to mark her again.

so she does, while sana’s tongue traces over jihyo’s clit expertly, making jihyo’s hips buck against her face, squirming under sana and accidentally baring her neck even more for nayeon. when nayeon’s teeth sink into her neck, jihyo comes suddenly, being held in place by nayeon and sana, who seemed to be already expecting an early release from her.

it’s certainly not as strong as it would’ve been if she had them inside of her, but it’s enough to make tears roll down her cheeks.

“alphas…” jihyo whimpers, calling for sana and nayeon, reduced to a needy omega, a small huff escaping from her lips the moment sana pulls away.

“we’re here.” nayeon mutters softly, letting go of the grip of her teeth on jihyo’s neck. she kisses the warm skin then, right where she’d sunk her teeth, apologetic.

despite jihyo’s clear dissatisfaction, nayeon pulls away from her, kneeling on the bed to reach sana. she does the younger alpha a favor, licking her chin clean from jihyo’s slick, keeping her hand at sana’s nape, and then dives in for a kiss. they’re both amused when jihyo whines, knowing she must be pouting when they seem to forget about her.

nayeon and sana don’t want to keep jihyo waiting, not by any means. if jihyo was needy, then they were even needier, their inner alphas still hurt from enduring people’s stares directed to their omega, desperate to give jihyo a knot.

they couldn’t just yet, as it wasn’t something they could both give jihyo at the same time — at least not often, and deciding who got to do it first could wait until jihyo was filled enough with their cum. there was only one goal nayeon and sana wanted to achieve, really. claiming jihyo as theirs. for that, there was no better way than filling her up again and again.

so nayeon holds jihyo’s thighs, settling between them while sana coos and kisses jihyo’s pout away. nayeon moans before entering jihyo, at the mere sight of the omega’s soaked center, flushed from having sana play with her, the tip of her fingers leaving a mark on jihyo’s thighs with how firm is her grip, sinking into the warmth of her omega greedily.

“mine.” nayeon huffs, assertive with her every move, barely allowing jihyo to get used to her shaft before her hips take off, especially encouraged to give jihyo a harsher treatment by the sound of the omega’s muffled moans against sana’s mouth.

having two alphas had its pros and cons. jihyo couldn’t decide if their combined possessiveness was a good thing — it was, because she felt safe with them, she knew she belonged to them. but when their alphas wanted to prove something to each other, feeling irrationally selfish, it made things harder for jihyo.

but it was their nature, after all. and sana can’t help but growl as nayeon takes jihyo. nayeon takes because she can, because jihyo is rightfully hers, and sana’s, but a part of sana that hasn’t learned how to share feels irritated. jihyo has learned what to do when their inner alpha speak louder, when they silently complain about each other.

so she bares the other side of her neck for sana. sinking her teeth into jihyo’s neck seem to be enough to make sana remember jihyo wasn’t only hers but theirs, just as much as it makes nayeon rut her hips into jihyo harder, rougher, her knot forming at the base of her cock, only to be neglected.

it’s all nayeon wants, really. to bury it deep into jihyo, watch her crying as she struggles to take it.

nayeon doesn’t do that, knowing better than to listen to her lust filled thoughts, but she can almost have a taste of how it would feel. jihyo was already crying just from having her cock inside, moaning as sana licked her bruised neck, making the same face she did once a knot was sheathed inside. a semblance of pain and pleasure altogether, there was nothing better than that.

“gonna fill you up, princess.” nayeon tells her, voice shaky as she makes sheer effort, the skin of her tummy and hips flushed, a consequence of her constant pounding into jihyo.

“unnie…” jihyo moans, waiting patiently for nayeon’s release, almost begging for it already. at least nayeon wasn’t like sana, who had a taste for making her wait for it, at times making jihyo sob and beg for her cum.

“good omega,” sana praises, nose brushing against jihyo’s neck. “not even touching yourself. just being a good omega and letting your alphas take care of you.”

“s-sana!” jihyo cries meekly, feeling the tip of sana’s fingers against her clit, clenching tightly around nayeon.

sana’s fingers and nayeon’s messy pace take her to the edge once again, crying out as she gushed all over nayeon’s cock, hips moving against nayeon’s instinctively when sana doesn’t stop playing with her overstimulated clit.

“fuck!” nayeon whines, pushing herself all the way inside the warm, tight pussy, making sure she was far enough in before she spills. she comes earlier than she should have, but nayeon can’t help it, keeping her hips flush against jihyo’s as she fills her omega with hot seed.

“that was quick.” sana taunts, pulling her fingers away from jihyo’s center. she pushes them past jihyo’s lips, sighing as the omega licks them clean, and nayeon bucks her hips while watching jihyo suck sana’s fingers, almost going for another round despite knowing it was sana’s turn. or perhaps she should replace sana’s fingers with something else.

nayeon huffs, the grip she had on jihyo’s thighs becoming even more possessive. “shut up.”

ignoring nayeon’s pout, sana sits and takes jihyo to her lap, making nayeon pull out.

“did you miss me?” sana asks cheekily, lifting jihyo’s hips just enough so that she would be able to sink in. nayeon helps, guiding sana’s shaft inside the omega, getting between sana’s legs in order to hold jihyo from behind, her soft cock starting to harden again once her hands find jihyo’s chest.

“i always d-do.” jihyo replies.

it feels just right then. when jihyo is filled with their combined cum, having her alphas all over her, the both of them touching her incessantly, never wanting to let go. jihyo can hardly remember the last time they’d done something like that — staying up until dawn, taking turns to fill her up, coating her with love and praise. she can hardly remember anything that is not having them inside of her, really.

sana and nayeon only stop once they’re sure there was nothing else they could do to prevent alphas from getting near jihyo. jihyo would certainly smell like them for the rest of the month, and they couldn’t even get her pregnant as a last resource because she already was. but despite being spent and having nothing but sex filling her mind, jihyo still remembers hearing nayeon telling her they’d give her twins, still pettily wanting to prove herself.

all jihyo remembers before dozing off is sana giving her a knot and nayeon hugging her. she wakes up in the morning to the sound of nayeon and sana’s voices. they were trying to be sneaky, jihyo notices with the way they were whispering, but her alphas couldn’t keep it low when they were together, their giggles too loud for jihyo’s sensitive ears.

“focus!” nayeon whines, feeling sana’s tiny pecks on her shoulder. “did we scent that one?” she asks in a whisper, pointing at another short skirt of jihyo’s folded neatly in their closet.

“yes,” sana answers quietly, arms around nayeon’s waist. “that is the only one missing,” she points at one of jihyo’s favorite dresses, which she used regularly at work. “can’t forget this one.”

jihyo shakes her head and silently sighs, deciding to close her eyes again and let her lovers have their fun.

#anon #nayeon #sana #jihyo #sanayeon #nahyo #sahyo #abo #g!p #fill

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ijustkindalikebooks · 8 months

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“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” ― Annie Dillard, The Living.

#booklr #books #bookblr #fiction #book #quotes #book quotes #quotations #quote #book quote #quotation #quotable #annie dillard #the living #breathe #live #fill #reading #read #currently reading

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wiirocku · 5 months

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Colossians 3:16 (NLT) - Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives. Teach and counsel each other with all the wisdom He gives. Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts.

#Colossians 3:16 #message #about #Christ #richness #fill #lives #teach #counsel #wisdom #He gives #sing

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nasuversekinkmeme · 9 days

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Fill for Barg/Bao Toxic Yuri (I tried to do it over submission but Tumblr was NOT having it, gomen): archiveofourown org/works/55134727

Baobhan attempts to "tame" Barghest, only to soon find the tables turned on her.

smut, violence

#fill #fgo #baobhan sith #barghest #smut #violence

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in3rdy · 3 months

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#in3rdyarts #in3rdysocs #in3rdy'socs #greyvoiddoodles #fill #shapes

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darthschabba · 3 months

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" Give me Your cup...

And

I shall fill it with Tea."

#4444.4 #classic #Tea #Give #me #your #cup #cupp #and #i #shall #fill #it #with

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zadrkinkmeme23 · 3 months

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Full 2023 ZADR Kinkmeme Fill Masterlist

We received 22 fills in total for the 2023 Kinkmeme, which are all listed beneath the cut. If you haven't read them already, we'd greatly appreciate if you'd leave kudos or perhaps even a comment on these wonderful fics! Doing so greatly helps our event to thrive.

Please remember that all characters in these NSFW fics are depicted as 18+.

'You, And Me, and Keef.' - After finding out that Zim has asked Keef of all people out on a date, Dib decides to tail them in order to figure out just what Zim's diabolical scheme is.

AKA - Dib's jealous, and has a wank about it.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Keef/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Masturbation, Obliviousness, Jealousy, Unrequited Crush, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Dates, Car Sex, Stalking]

'Post Blue' - "Dib wanted to tell Zim how nothing had felt right since he left, but he couldn't. The words withered in the back of his throat before they could even fully bloom. But he had to do something to let Zim know, something to convey the depths of the maelstrom that threatened to consume him. Swallowing down all of his common sense, he surged forwards, and pressed his lips to his ex-husband’s."

[Tags: Ex Sex, Closet Sex, Drunk Sex, Post Divorce, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Unresolved Emotional Tension]

An Extended Cut of this fic can also be found here

'Only Because I Love You' - by Wipmoy

"Oh no! Zim and Dib have been abducted by alien pornographers, who really want some footage of them fucking. And they can’t leave, or else they explode.

Well, that’d probably suck way worse, if they weren’t already secretly into each other. Zim’s pride cannot be vanquished so easily."

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Fuck or Die, Aliens Made Them Do It, Exhibitionism, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Tentacle Dick, Zim Has A Penis And Vagina, Oral Sex, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Unsafe Sex, Swearing]

'Slightly Less Boring' - by Wipmoy

"Turns out, intergalactic space travel isn't that exciting. Dib thinks he can fix that, though."

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Oral Sex, Blowjobs In Car, Blow Jobs, In SPACE!, Road Head, Established Relationship, Choking, Coughing, Flirting, Oral Fixation, Tentacle Dick]

'Trip My Wire' - After getting stood up on one of their scheduled fights, Zim discovers that Dib blew off their plans to go and hang out with some other hideous human instead.

This won't do. This won't do at all.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Interns & Internships, College AU, Zim is Bad at Feelings, Dib is Bad at Feelings, Frenemies Dib & Zim, Dib is So Done, Jealousy, Stalking, Masturbation, Sexual Awakening, Sloppy Makeouts, Grinding, Coming In Pants, Flirtatious Bullying, Mutual Pining, Enemies to Lovers]

'Let Him Bite Your Fingers' - A tiny alien flew into Dib’s room and now he’s keeping him.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Micro/Macro, Captivity, Eventual Smut, Eye Trauma, Praise Kink, Dubious Consent, Torture, Blood Loss, Forced Orgasm, Stabbing, Object Insertion, Dib Being Creepy, Come Eating, Mild Gore, Intoxication]

'Closer' - A fight between Dib and Zim takes a decidedly more lustful turn, forcing Zim to get creative in order to fully conquer his nemesis.

AKA - Zim uses his own slick as lubricant to fuck Dib.

[Tags: Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Alien Biology, Zim Has a Penis & Vagina, Intersex Zim, Slick As Lube, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Teasing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Biting, Light Breathplay, Power Play, ZADE]

'Balderdash!' by SlimySlugJuice - Dib and Zim attend a Victorian costume party. Also, they're idiots.

[Tags: Dib/Zim General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Victorian, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bad Flirting, Aged-Up Characters, No Sexual Content]

'Twisted Transistor' - Frustrated by his inability to catch and expose Zim, Dib makes a poppet doll of his life-long rival. Now, all he has to do it test it.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Rape/Non-Con, Explicit, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Vibrators, Dib makes a spirit doll of Zim uses it for sexual purposes, Masturbation, Starts off non-con but ends consensual, Aged-Up Characters, Dib Being Creepy, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Public Humiliation, Public Masturbation, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Bathing/Washing, Light Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Cock Rings, Begging, Light Dom/sub]

'Dwarf Star' - by bachmanroad - Dib wasn't cut out for this.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Unplanned Pregnancy, Complicated Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, (That tag is for Dib btw not their unplanned smeet), Aged Up Characters]

'Putting My Foot Down' - SlimySlugJuice

'Zim is forced to dip his toes into uncharted waters.'

[Tags - Dib/Zim Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Aged-Up Characters, Foot Fetish, Foot Jobs, Mind Control, Power Play, Dib Being Creepy, Spit As Lube, Verbal Humiliation, Come Shot, Come Eating (Implied), Starts off as non-con but Zim gets into it]

'Strict Machine' - Fed up with his lab drone's bratty attitude, Taller Dib sends Zim in for "treatment".

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dubious Consent, Fantastical Hysteria, Alien Cultural Differences, Fucking Machines, Vibrators, Irkens Are Terrible, Medical Kink, Public Humiliation, Light Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Forced Ejaculation, Masturbation, Power Play, Irken Dib, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism]

'Fairground Freak' - Dib is a university student who came to London from the Americas with a not-so-hidden interest in the supernatural and bizarre. He then learns of a new and fascinating creature of unknown origin, and simply must know more.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Teen Audiences & Up, Dib/Zim, Alternative Universe - Victorian, Carnival, Nonbinary Zim, Victorian Attitudes, PAKless Zim, Drug Addiction, Strip Tease, Dib Being Creepy]

'Diet Stripe' - “You will finish this comically large beverage - yes, all of it - and we will wait. Even once you have reached capacity, you are not allowed to void liquid waste until Zim is touching your sossidgemeet.”

“Can you quit calling my dick that?”

[Tags: Dib/Zim, No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature, Urination, Omorashi, No Sex, Desperation Play, Don't Like Don't Read, Submissive Dib, Aged Up Characters]

'Dib's Game' - After Dib falls asleep in a compromising position, Zim is left trapped in something of a predicament.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Fight Sex, Hate Sex, Light Bondage, Handcuffs, Cock Warming, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Somnophilia, Technically Consensual Somnophilia but Dib falls asleep by accident, Praise Kink, Affectionate Insults, Subspace, Sleep Sex, Ambiguous Relationship, Whether this is ZADR or ZADE with benefits it up to the reader, Predicament Bondage, Aged-Up Characters, ZADRKinkmeme23fill]

'Straight To Video' - Back on Earth, Dib wouldn’t ever have imagined himself falling into this line of work, but out here, with the opportunity to become anyone and anything he desired, he found it oddly fitting that now he was the one being filmed and spoken of like one of the cryptids he’d spent his whole life chasing back home.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Porn Star AU, Sex Work, Aged-Up Characters, Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Desk Sex, Plugs, Alien Biology, Zim Has A Penis & Vagina, Older Dib, Xenophiliac Dib, Sexual Roleplay, Porn Video, Porn Tropes, Literally Porn With Plot, In SPACE!, Wet & Messy, Squirting, Now with Dib's traumatic backstory, Oral Sex, Riding, Topping from the Bottom, Come Swallowing]

'What is love?' - “Aliens can't orgasm can they? I can't do anything for you?” Dib asked as Zim crawled onto the couch. He awkwardly shoved his softening cock back into his pants, too tired and lazy to properly clean up. “Considering Irkens have no genitalia, no.” Zim laid his head in Dib’s lap. “Will I ever be able to see whatever 'nothing’ you have down there?” “Maybe one day I’ll deem your puny human eyes worthy.” Dib sighed.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Awkward First Times, Alien Cultural Differences, Queer Themes, Aged Up Characters]

'Horny Dib, What Will He Do?' - Dib is drunk on some mysterious off-planet sex pollen, what will he do?

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dib/Zim, Creampie, Sex Pollen, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Vaginal Sex, Zim Has A Penis And A Vagina, Mildly Dubious Consent, Smut, Aged-Up Dib]

'Howl' - Irritated by Dib’s recent strange and cagey behaviour, Zim decides to follow him to a strange house in the woods.

Unbeknownst to him, Dib is a werewolf. And unfortunately for them both, it’s rutting season.

[Tags - Dib/Zim, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Dib/Zim, Werewolf Dib, Dubious Consent, Werewolf Sex, Accidental Knotting, Knotting, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Master/Pet, Bottom Zim, Top Dib, No smut in ch1, Eventual Smut]

'The Exchange' - Zim finds a rare supernatural item that Dib is willing to do *anything* to get his hands on.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Dom/Sub, Dom Drop, Top Drop, Unintentional Dom/Sub Dynamic, Top Zim, Bottom Dib, Boot Worship, Spanking, Bondage, Vivisection, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Throat Fucking, Zim Is Bad At Feelings, Bless These Idiots, Denial of Feelings, Pre-Relationship, Adult Dib, Adult Zim]

'Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand' by SlimySlugJuice

'A rather large Zim winds up in Dib's timeline. Naturally, Dib has some questions regarding the anatomy of his musclebound nemesis.'

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Aged Up Characters, Alternate Timelines, Non-Canon Compliant, Post-Zimvoid Arc, Size Difference, Muscles, Large Cock, Hand Jobs, Come Shot, Come Eating, Grinding, Praise Kink, Coming In Pants, Post-Coital Cuddling, Some canon-typical grossness]

'Proper Discipline' - All his life, Dib had dreamt of being the one down on his knees. Thanks to The Club, he can finally act out his wildest, naughtiest fantasy.

[Tags: Dib/Zim, Explicit, No Warnings Apply, Irken Dib, Irken Empire, Irkens Are Terrible, Sex Work, Sex Club, Dom/sub, Fantastical Kink, Role Reversal, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Implied Non-con Sex Work, Zim Used To Be A Breeding Drone, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Top Zim, Bottom Dib]

#zadr #zadrkmeme #18+ only #kink meme #prompt meme #fill #masterlist

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puphyo · 7 months

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can I request sleepy and clingy baby Hyo 🥺 Nayeon's still talking to the other members and the noise of the surrounding is kind of annoying baby Hyo so that's why she's fighting off sleep even though her eyelids are so heavy already

it was fairly late, and while the members were still talking, jihyo, who had regressed upon getting home with everyone, had wound up sitting next to nayeon on the couch, nose tucked into nayeon’s collarbone, breathing in her scent. but nayeon wasn’t in bed, nor in the bedroom yet, she still sat in the living room, talking to momo? jeongyeon? hyo wasn’t too sure, she wasn’t paying attention, she was paying more attention to the way nayeon’s hands would stop rubbing her back, or how every time hyo nuzzled against nayeon, she chuckled.

“honey, why don’t you go to bed if you’re tired? hmm?” nayeon asked, feeling jihyo shake her head to say no against her chest. “why not, sweetheart?”

“come wit’ hyo,” jihyo whined, rubbing her head harder and harder against nayeon. she loved cuddling with nayeon to get to sleep, and when she was small, it was nearly impossible for jihyo to sleep without nayeon holding her. nayeon let out a sigh, though it didnt sound like she was upset with hyo, more it was her being amused at hyo’s demands.

“you’re barely awake, honey, how ‘bout i go tuck you in and i’ll join you in a bit? sound good?” nayeon asked again, feeling the girl shake her head against nayeon’s chest. nayeon chuckled, then adjusted how she was sitting on the couch, then pulled jihyo to be fully onto her lap. “alright then. but i’m going to be talking for a while, honey.”

jihyo nodded against the crook of her neck, her eyelids still heavy, but feeling heavier by the moment, until she felt nayeon talk again. while she liked nayeon talking, and being able to feel it when nayeon talks, now was not the time for that. hyo was sleepy. she wanted nayeon to come to bed with her, not be left in the bed without nayeon. she whined, not loudly, hopefully just enough for nayeon to hear that the baby was displeased with nayeon’s talking, who chuckled again.

eventually, hyo’s eyelids got too heavy to fight off entirely, and her eyes sunk fully shut, her body lost its tensed muscles to keep her upright. hyo melted into nayeon’s chest, a shaky breath left her. nayeon shook her head, but wrapped her own arms around jihyo, rubbing and patting her back in a pattern. despite all of the fighting off sleep that hyo did, she couldn’t help but fall asleep in nayeon’s embrace, despite her talking. the pattern that she was using was a pattern that always put her to sleep. she fell asleep only a few minutes after nayeon had begun patting her, to which nayeon only breathed out a laugh, talking quieter now that hyo was asleep.

#twice agere #twice #sfw regression #sfw #anon #ask #little!hyo #fill #i love cuddly hyo #sfw interaction only #nayeon

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tfanonkink · 5 months

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FILL - TFP Soundwave/G1 Soundwave - G1 - Fantasizing, Unrequited Lust - post/730358452889829376

Soundwave knows there are more realities beyond the ones they currently inhabit. Space and time are but toys in the servos of Primus, able to be shaped by his will.

Space bridge technology allows the Decepticons to reach through the space of their own world, but a true breach into another alternate reality has not happened.

Until today, when tinkering with the bridge resulted in the appearance of a sleek, navy blue mech unlike any Soundwave has seen before. Despite his odd form, he is branded by the sharp purple symbol of the Decepticons.

The other mech raises his helm, his smooth faceplate glowing. He speaks with a voice not his own, but stitched-together clips of other voices. “I am - Soundwave.”

The Decepticon’s third-in-command is intrigued by the statement, and his hidden optics survey his dimensional twin. “I am Soundwave,” he repeats.

Something like amusement flutters through the Other Soundwave’s EM field. Soundwave can sense his thoughts dancing below the surface of his mind, and he shares the same feelings of curiosity towards his counterpart.

Every optic and visor strays towards the Other Soundwave. He is so different, so foreign. A novelty of gorgeous, sharp lines and thin struts among the boxy inhabitants of the Victory.

He moves with a fluid grace that makes Ravage seem like a blundering oaf in comparison, his pedesteps quiet as falling leaves. The Other is a spy in his home world, with an alternate mode suited for stealthy information gathering.

The Other cannot read processors as Soundwave can, but is a wonderful observer. He can see how EM fields leap and flare with arousal as he passes by the other mechs. He is regarded as an exotic things, a strange and beautiful creature to be studied from afar.

Little by little, he settles into his role. He is a communications officer, equal to the native Soundwave. They work well together, both mechs of few words. Soundwave catches glimpses of the other world through his counterpart’s memories - the harsh, brutal life of a gladiator in the ring. The awe with which he gazed up at the mech that was to become Megatron, a hulking gray warrior with a burning gaze and jagged dentae.

The other Megatron is held in high regard. Soundwave often feels flickers of affection lighting the Other’s neural pathways when he thinks of the Decepticon leader.

Yet he does not seem in a hurry to return to his old world. The Other lingers among the Decepticons, almost at home.

Soundwave also senses distant memories of the dark, tumultuous place he inhabited before the space bridge brought him to earth, a cold, lonely expanse of darkness. It is a place that the Other Soundwave shuns.

Frenzy and Rumble find the Other’s strength delightful. His arms are so thin, so light, and yet so very strong. A single swipe of his sharp claws can cut strut-deep furrows into a mech’s chest, gliding through steel as if it were paper.

They both wonder if it would be possible to fit into the Other Soundwave’s chest compartment - he is obviously a cassette carrier, but his format is so very foreign. They want to get closer to him, run their tiny servos over his plating, feel the heat rise from his vents as the touch makes his fans engage.

The seekers admire the new Soundwave’s arm-wings, how they stretch and fold when he transforms to his alternate mode. It seems to be a jet of some sort, but like nothing anyone has seen on earth or Cybertron.

Starscream wants to run his lips down the thin plane of metal, to smirk against the surface as his own wings twitch higher. He imagines parting his lips, sinking dentae into the sensitive appendage just hard enough to leave a crescent-shaped mark of ownership.

Skywarp is enamored by the Other Soundwave’s razor sharp talons. He imagines guiding them to his spike, letting the weapons gently curl around his length as he leans against the other. What kind of interfacing equipment did the other have, anyway? Something smooth and pointed and slender, Skywarp imagines. A spike to match the rest of his frame.

Thundercracker wants to wrap his own servos around the Other’s slender waist, pull him close as he sinks into the slick valve. If the Other only talks with recordings, how would his moans and cries sound? Would he be completely silent, or would his voicebox crackle and hiss with static? Perhaps he has recorded some indecent murmuring from his own universe, overheard the deep growls of his leader. How delightful it would be to hear him scream in pleasure with the voice of an alternate Megatron.

The Megatron of this universe is not unaffected by the Other Soundwave. He has noticed long, coiling cables that occasionally slip from some hidden place on his frame and dance over keypads. He does not know what they are for, nor what technology they were created to be compatible with, but he cannot help wondering if they could be used for interfacing.

It would feel exquisite for one of those cables to slide into Megatron’s valve, pulsing and twitching with charge as the small claws on the end move inside him.

Even Shockwave, when he connects across space-time to communicate with Megatron, is drawn to the newcomer. The cyclops is a lonely mech, and he considers asking the Other Soundwave to travel to Cybertron.

His optic focuses on the Other’s full-face visor, imagining what features could be hiding below. Narrow red optics, perhaps, above soft lips perfect for wrapping around the end of Shockwave’s gun servo.

Soundwave has no such lust for his dimensional twin. He has… more complex feelings. It’s hard for him to express what he feels, but he knows the Other’s feelings are just as complex.

The Other often studies Soundwave, EM field tinged with curiosity. He likes to trace the buttons on his pelvis with one talon, never pressing hard enough to leave a mark. The Other’s visor becomes more expressive in Soundwave’s presence, glowing with a softness almost like a smile.

They press their helms together, sometimes, visor against mouthplate in a sort of kiss. When they do, their sparks thrum in sync for a few beats, and a strange force pulls them together like magnets.

Perhaps it’s that thing called love. Perhaps it’s some strange, cosmic force that binds the sparks of mechs that share a name. Whatever it is, both Soundwaves bask in it together.

#valveplug #FILL #G1 #Aligned #Soundwave

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thepersonalquotes · 1 year

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If you look at the darkness, not light, every day, your life will be filled with darkness.

Miyuru Amarasiri

#Miyuru Amarasiri #thepersonalquotes #Life #Light #dark #darkness #day #fill #lighting #look #quotes #literature #lit #prose #life quotes

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday!

If it tickles your fancy, I would love, love, love, love, love a fic of any flavor in the Mob Wife Alexander Lightwood universe you just casually yeeted onto my dashboard because that's obviously going to live in my head rent free for the next many moons. <3

(What a world omg)

Laws i love this verse so it will always tickle my fancy to get prompts and saeth keeps sending me things that boost my interest. Well this is definitely a flavor in that verse and I hope you enjoy it because it took a turn I didn’t imagine it taking.

Seriously I never planned this character to be in the fic or ever write from their pov and then it was like ‘oh hey interesting let’s do it”.

So this is basically an interlude after Alec’s figured he could either be a bodyguard or a boytoy and only one of those gets to flirt and touch Magnus all night.

Simon pov (he’s an unreliable narrator, prone to rambling, anxiety and dramatic and humorous interludes and he lacks so much info)

Alec is just like: I would just like to get back to my husband. he doesn’t sleep as well when I’m gone, so please talk as little as possible and just listen first.

Simon: I’m so glad I can’t breathe. If I move he’ll kill me.

(also mob wife is an occupation not a gender role but Simon doesn’t get that… yet)

—

“Simon.”

And Simon shivers because Alec Lightwood doesn’t need to raise his voice to be terrifying.

And Simon is terrified.

Officially.

But also not overwhelmingly so.

Because he’s also finally seventy percent sure Alec won’t kill him, which is much better than the fifteen percent Simon thought it was until recently.

Though in a crisis, he’s also the one Simon wants to hide behind.

Even in the beginning, Simon’s chances were always better with Alec, even if they both complained about it.

“Okay, yeah right. I’m Simon.” He hears himself say and he reminds himself to take a breath even though he doesn’t need to.

A lack of heartbeat and oxygen only mean that even Simon’s own body won’t save him from panic anymore.

“Yes? I know you’re Simon.”

And Alec says it like it's an obvious conclusion but Simon is just really happy to hear him say it, especially without a threat.

Because Alec isn’t the kind of person who is casual with most people and Simon is almost nothing to him.

Sometimes Simon worries he’s just another body to Alec — one in the congo-line-of-lovers that Izzy has had — but then Izzy reminds him he’s the only boyfriend Alec’s bothered to remember the name of.

And Simon is also one half of Clary’s package deal and boy, that sure did him no favors when they first met.

He takes pride in it.

“Simon—“ Alec says and he’s sighing, deep and long and Simon wonders if his inattention and eagerness has once again doomed his — now second — attempt at living.

Well living while being dead but Simon might actually stay dead this time if he lets his thoughts keep going.

“The greenhouse?” Alec is asking him and Simon wonders why until he remembers how much he hates Alec’s office.

The greenhouse is the only other place Alec takes official meetings.

And something shivers down Simon’s spine.

Because Alec doesn’t even like him but he’s noticed Simon’s dislike.

This is an Alec that’s trying to be careful.

So just how much does Alec notice? Simon wonders and the little part of his brain that he’s learned can save his life tingles.

Where does it end?

“For the love of, Simon sit the fuck down and breathe every fifth count.”

Simon finds himself on the hard marble of the Institute’s unfamiliar greenhouse floor. His head between his knees and a too heavy hand roughly smacking his back in sets of five.

There is brightness on his face when he finally opens his eyes.

“This is sunlight!” He accuses angrily, because he finally trusted Alec a full seventy percent and now this.

Betrayal!

“Simon you’re a daylighter. You were blasted by the soul sword and survived. You’re fine.”

And Alec doesn’t sound sympathetic and Simon winces because well—

Okay yeah. That’s fair.

Plus Alec has seen Simon drunkenly dance naked in the sun and that is a memory neither of them talk about.

It actually calms Simon down, because if Alec refrained from killing him when he plastered his naked body to Alec’s and yelled ‘teach me how to fight future brother-in-law!” Alec had in fact, spared his life.

First by not killing him.

And secondly, for not telling Magnhs that Simon’s no-good-very-bad-brain decided it was perfectly reasonable to cop a feel of Alec’s ass with vampiric strength.

It’s not a bad ass.

A little flat but very muscular with thighs that could break a neck and Simon tries very hard not to work himself back into a panic.

He does not need Alec Lightwood bringing him down from a panic attack while he thinks about how he nakedly gropped Magnus’ Bane husband’s ass hard enough that Alec had sighed and in the medical bay he’d dragged Simon to, activated an iratze.

“Magnus is going to know that these marks aren’t his.” Alec had said casually, “and he’s not going to like it. I really didn’t like it. You certainly didn’t like it either, if you know what’s good for you. So therefore, this never happened.”

And Simon is never ever going to tell even Clary that he did like it.

He’d liked it very much and he’d suddenly understood Magnus’ instant obsession.

Which had turned into a new crisis.

Because Simon’s taste is apparently Lightwood’s.

Which is not helpful for his continued life expectancy.

Because it will either be Izzy for eyeing up her married brother, Magnus for eyeing up his husband, and Alec for Simon’s sheer audacity.

“Simon, do I need to get someone else?”

“No!” Simon manages to get out because Alec Lightwood-Bane can never find out that he snapped out of the panic attack three minutes ago and almost sent himself into another panic attack because of said man’s ass. “I’m good. I’m good.”

Alec doesn’t look impressed but Simon knows he must not look very impressive.

He doesn’t take it personally.

Alec isn’t impressed by anyone besides Magnus, unless he’s impressed by someone’s stupidity.

And that never turns out well.

“Okay, so what can I do you for? I mean for you. What can I do for you?”

Alec is eyeing him like Simon is Magnus’ awful snake Baby.

Which is rude.

Because Simon has seen Alec with that nasty little worm and Alec is much nicer to Baby than he is to anyone besides Magnus and Madzie.

“Okay so listen carefully. This is a lot of information I’m going to give tou. Magnus has several identities in the mundane world. Some of them are linked legally but most of them are involved and hold a great deal of power in mundane crime groups.”

“Magnus is a mob boss!” Simon gasps out in giddy delight and then Alec is ruining his joy like the grumpy dilf he is.

The grumpy dilf he is not.

Because Simon doesn’t even know what a dilf is and he’s never been so glad that Alec can’t read his mind.

“No Simon. He’s not actually running a mob or gang or whatever else you’re thinking. He’s simply a powerful individual and is known for his information and skills and he has a lot of money. Nobody wants to be on his bad side. Everyone wants to be on his good side. So he has the authority of someone high-up and even the mundanes behave in Brooklyn. I personally don’t really care how Magnus got his status or how he maintains it.”

And Simon has so many questions but Alec has his—

if-you-interrupt-me-I’m-shoving-my-hand-through-your-chest-and-exiting-with-your-heart

— look on his face.

And Simon has seen that security footage. So he stays silent.

“It’s a persona that most High Warlocks do. Create identities in the mundane underbelly of their territories. Make sure the mundanes fear and respect them enough that they can come and go freely. They need to be trusted to keep an eye on any slip-ups. And no, they’re not undercover. They’re not doing the mundanes work for them.

“But Magnus and I quite honestly don’t care. We protect mundanes from the shadowworld, not from themselves. If the mundanes want to kill themselves and each other, that’s their problem. So long as they only do it in mundane ways and not with ties to the shadowworld. We don’t need the clave coming down here, bristling about the accords anytime soon, or anytime at all.”

And Simon swallows because he understands how serious this is, intimately.

Aldertree was sent by the clave.

He remembers Aldertree.

Izzy remembers Aldertree.

A lot of people remember Aldertree.

So he keeps focused, listening to the hummingbird-wing-beat of Alec’s pulse under his words.

“Magnus has done this for centuries. He knows what he’s doing. But we’d both prefer if I could go with him in the future.”

And Simon is practically vibrating because he’s nearly positive that he’s about to get a padawan.

Which, even in such a serious situation, is amazing!

“Which means I need to know more about modern mundane culture than I do.” Alec is grimacing and Simon knows it’s a testament to just how much Alec loves Magnus that he’s doing this.

“Magnus gets by because he has centuries of knowledge but I’ll need a crash course. And no Simon, I cannot read your mind.” Alec Lightwood’s eye roll continues to be a thing of beauty and Simon feels his undead soul un-die a little more. Because Alec definitely can’t read minds.

Or Simon wouldn’t continue existing.

“Look, Magnus and I went over a list of all the questions you might possibly ask. He gave me the answers so I didn’t have to waste time. We both agreed you’d be the best to ask, since you spend the most time around young adult mundanes. And you’re popular with your peers.”

Simon feels like he’s dreaming or maybe died again.

Except this is a much nicer if not possibly a more traumatizing experience than his first death so Simon concludes it has to be real.

His luck is always this bad.

“Magnus thought and I agreed that it would be just you and I, you tend to—“ and Alec trails off and Simon has a moment where he wishes he’d never drank Jace’s blood.

Because Alec is trying to be considerate.

Because he’s trying not to say that Simon can’t handle being in the same room with both of them after the incident.

It’s mortifying.

“Right, so do I need to call Magnus so he can join us?” And Alec looks very serious, eyes dark and calm and without a flicker of anger or of true concern. Alec is a good leader not because he cares but because he makes himself act regardless of care.

It took a while for Simon to realize that sometimes the people who care the most are the ones who let you down the worst.

And Simon winces, because Alec does look incredibly tired compared to when Simon saw him… however long ago.

“No sorry. I’m good, just a surprise. But like a good surprise, it’s like I’m Q and—“ and Simon trails off with a sigh because there’s no point and he is shocked when Alec runs his big hands over his scruffy perfect Lightwood face.

Or maybe it’s his Trueblood genes.

Whatever.

“Yes, okay fine. Simon you can be Q. But if you call me 007 or whistle that obnoxious tune I will give you cause to regret it.”

“You know 007?” Simon actually gasps, because this might truly be some epic dream and he doesn’t even register the threat.

Well, his hindbrain does and it’s screaming, but Simon can’t listen to it over the shockhold Alec’s words have put him in.

“Simon, consider who my husband is. Just for a minute.”

And Simon does consider it.

He considers how a delighted and charmed Magnus would coax Alec into ‘research’ for his ‘undercover excursion into the mundane world’.

“Oh my god.” Simon barely breathes out, “Magnus made you marathon them.”

And Alec is gritting his teeth. Simon can hear the grind of his incisors and he swallows, hard.

“Right. Absolutely no mentions of triple digits or shockingly appropriate theme songs.”

And Simon’s death flashes—

hunger the dirt the gnawing-bite-thirst-trap-feed of hunger and Clary’s screams

— before his eyes when Alec gives an exasperated sigh.

The moment passes and Alec is giving him a begrudging yet judgmental look.

“It’s often that the criminal part of mundane life is where the shadow world slips over. Magical drugs slip into mundane ones, easy money, anything goes. And no one cares about that except sometimes it leaves evidence. Unexplainable evidence that mundanes want explained. Right now Magnus is chasing a new rumor; and we’d like for me to be able to go with him.”

This is quite possibly the single coolest thing Simon has ever been involved in.

“So are you going in as his bodyguard? A new dealer of some super magic drug? Oh. My. God. Alec, are you going to be a rival boss or something coming in? Or a hitman? Are you going in as Magnus’ cleaner?”

And Alec is staring at Simon like he’s actually truly lost it.

Which Simon doesn’t get. They’re all obviously the best and most understandable choices.

“Simon, Magnus is my husband. Obviously I’m his mob wife.”

And Simon can’t breathe, but he feels the oxygen knocked out of his lungs.

Because Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane — a man who has prevailed heavily in both Simon’s nightmares and his recent and most horrifying wet dreams — wants to learn how to be a proper mob wife.

“Oy vey.” Simon manages to get out and then he looks up at Alec and blinks at his too-tall, too-powerful body.

And wonders how he’s supposed to guru Alec into anything that can pass as what middle-aged criminals will consider a wife.

Mob or otherwise.

Later they’re finally finishing up their first crash course and Alec looks worse than he did with his own arrow through his chest.

But he escorts Simon out, ordering his shadowhunters absently to various duties and checking in as he passes and Simon takes it in with a sudden wonderment.

Simon’s seen more changes of leadership in his short time as a part of the shadowworld than is normally seen in a generation.

And he got a much more up-close and unwanted personal view of how badly it can go.

And Alec is… he’s surprisingly really great. Even if Simon only has shitty examples to compare him to and so when Simon is walking out into the sun and Alec is going through a portal that appears out of nowhere, he lets his guard down and mutters.

“He’s so totally M.”

And just before the portal warps out of existence, Simon’s hearing picks up a quiet, irritated—

“Simon.”

And he winces.

Alec’s senses are frightening and Simon is a vampire.

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