thinking about using clark as your own personal heater, or rather a blanket.
on nights like this, quiet, freezing, you're grateful for your big warm boyfriend. you don't know how he manages to retain this much heat, when you're ice cold beside him. maybe it's his size or some metahuman alien ability that you’re not privy to but you don't think about it much when you tangle your legs with his under the covers, warming your limbs instantly.
your pleased sigh muffles into his chest, where your face is stuffed, cheek pressed against the soft material of his pyjama shirt. he vibrates under you, an amused little chuckle behind closed lips. then he hisses, a quiet thing when your frigid toes curl around some part of his calf.
he inhales, “i wish you'd wear socks, might help keep you warm.”
“we've been through this, clark. it's uncomfortable, too many layers, feel like i'm suffocating,” you once again muffle into him, nasally because your nose is snug against his sternum. he doesn't know how you're breathing, talk about suffocating.
“i know, honey,” he appeases you with a stifled smile, despite the socks covering his own feet.
mhmm. you shift slightly, hand soft against his belly. nimble fingers had searched for heat a little while ago and found it under his shirt, spreading across his skin to cover as much surface area as possible. he leaves you there, rubbing his own hand over yours through the fabric.
“still cold?” he murmurs against your temple. you hum your agreement, attempting to squirm your way closer to him. it's no use, there's no more space between your bodies to escape the cold. he pulls you that impossible inch anyways, you’re almost completely on top of him.
he can't seem to sleep, not when that sliver of guilt snags at him every time a shiver passes down your spine. he has an idea, one he's not entirely sure he’ll be able to execute but wants to attempt anyway, for your sake. he carefully pulls himself from under you and you whine, "clark, what are y-”
“hold on, baby.”
swift as ever, he raises himself up on two arms and climbs over your body. with his torso planted on top of yours and legs bracketing your own, he lays on you, like a blanket. his spine remains stiff, hesitant.
“is this okay?” he murmurs, soft against your neck.
you pause for a moment, taking in how his warmth disperses even better like this, his weight grounding. clark feels the way you exhale, slow and satisfied, under him. your arms curl around his back with a whispered, “it's perfect.”
he allows himself to melt then, he tucks his hands under your shoulders and buries his head further into the pillows. he doesn't know how long this will last, as he consciously hovers just a bit so as to not crush you but it's enough. god, it’s enough.
so much so that by the time the sun is out, and the two of you have had an undisturbed sleep, clark is splayed out beside you, asleep on his stomach with a heavy arm across your body. you think you might be a little too warm now, the light streaming through your curtains combatting the cold morning. still, you remain entangled with him, legs curled similarly to how they were last night.
a mural found on a ruined part of the outer walls of the Weisshaupt library during its reconstruction - my main piece for the free @worldofthedas-vol3 fanbook which you can find here
It’s after a battle and he’s still covered in sweat with his enemies’ blood on his hands.
And he wants to know what a human would feel like wrapped around cock.
He takes no hesitation in grabbing you, stripping you, putting you down on a surface. But you notice, that despite his violent nature, he doesn’t hurt you. He could rip you apart, split you in two but his curiosity keeps you intact and whole.
But his lust keeps you pinned. Keeps him rutting against you until the heat between your legs forces a moan from your lips. He laughs, tusks clacking and he knows he has you. Pathetic and wanting your captor to do as he pleases.
Sweat or slick isn’t near enough to accommodate his size and he has to use lube. It’s everywhere and wet and suddenly he’s everywhere and wet; arms on either side of you, sweat pooling off his chest. His cock pushes into you, barely an inch, then two. He’ll split you in two, one way or another.
But he doesn’t thrust in, not out of kindness or even size. You realize when you hear him sigh in a way you’ve never heard him before. Soft, strained with want and desire, but succumbing to your heat, your tightness that’s too much for him. He’s never been inside a human’s tight hole and you’re his first.
It does something to you, stirs in your stomach. It hurts when you arch your hips back, to force him to slide deeper, to take just one more inch.
You’re the one to make the warlord unravel before he can truly complete his conquest.
He comes hard, inside, on you, your hair, the bed.
He pulls back and leaves you gaping, filled and spilling his cum. Breathless. You’re both breathless.
But he grabs you.l and roars. There are guards by the door who heard, maybe saw, their leader last no more than 5 minutes with a wretched human.
“Ooman sorcery.” He grows to you and your collar translates for you. “I have mounted many before you and you are no acception.”
Except you are. He pins you again, forces you to look at him, your face in his claws. He could crush your skull but he leans in close. He can smell him; the earth, sweat, blood, iron. He overwhelms you, stirring the unsatisfied heat in your stomach.
“You will fit me.” He threatens, promises. “I will not be undone by a human. I will train you. And I will have you.”
A whole load of bullshit, obviously. It absolutely could not continue, and Max was going to make sure it wouldn’t, with his thorough investigation and awesome youtuber abilities. In fact, this was going to be his big video essay debut, a definite instant hit. Max, of course, had failed to consider that the handful of people who were subscribed to him on YouTube did so to see him eat shit on the ground, not to watch a sloppy long-form video. But Max wasn’t very good with numbers anyway so it wouldn’t have stopped him.
(or: Max, an unsuccessful parkour youtuber, is determined to expose the local wizard as a scam, so he starts following him around in what are, most certainly, not dates)
GREEEEHHHH HI!! im a huge fan of MO and have genuinely been playing it nonstop for the past week. as a trans person who has gender dysphoria i find I heavily relate to mychael, his entire experience with being nonhuman is really comforting to me. thank you so much for making this game!!!!
question tho!! (one of two i’ll send the other question separate)
we’ve seen how mychael has some animalistic characteristics (purring, tail, etc), which got me thinking: does he have enhanced senses like, say, a cat?? (his ears are bigger than human ears too so it would make sense)
tysm for taking the time to read this!!!!
Aaa I'm glad you're able to find comfort in Mychael!! 💙💙 I actually have a whole masterlist segment on his abilities here!
But to answer a few; he has higher flexibility, fast reflexes and high stamina, and higher sensitivity towards his surroundings.
As for your second question:
I've actually responded something similar here! For everyone's convenience, the answer was:
...he likes upbeat/dancey stuff because it’s a nice change of pace. It might come as a surprise but he’d probably enjoy K-pop, phonk and electropop. But only in small doses, like 5 to 15 minutes! Other than that he’d listen to anything.
You can also look at his other favorite things here in the masterlist, and check out the other sections too!
By the way, here's a reminder to 🎉 Click for Palestine!
disclaimer: these are my personal favorites, and i am not objective. i tried to keep it to only one rec per author, but that rule does get broken a few times. suffice to say, if i've recced one of their fics, i rec their entire catalogue. i tried to make sure all tumblr @ i know personally are included, but if you see one that i didn't catch, let me know and i will update! there are currently seven categories, and only up to five fics per category. and yes i did include one if my own fics, so please don't fight me.
JISBON FUNDAMENTALS (these are fics that everyone should read)
if I loved you at the start by missymeggins (e)
this is my favorite jisbon fic. canon divergent from 6x02, jane decides he can't live with the threat to lisbon's life. i could wax poetic for ages.
the tiger and the lamb by inkstainedfingers97 (t)
if i could recommend this author's entire library i would, but this is a very gritty, plotty, but still jisbon-y reimagining of the red john plot. and probably the only fic that's convinced me it's better than the red john reveal in the show.
in the cards by idan (t)
another brilliant very plotty s5 fic. no list would be complete without it. the attention to detail is insane.
long lost long last by hardly loquacious (k+)
this fic is just so special to me because it is an exemplary example of showing and not telling, and i think it really dives into what makes jisbon so inevitable. even as jane resists, he's drawn to lisbon's care for him, which is self-sacrificing and pure and so deeply kind that of course he loves her. of course he does.
inside your mind by excel_siors (t)
a 4x10 au that will change your brain chemistry, guaranteed. the mantra that jane keeps repeating in this fic... god.
BEST COMPLETE AUS
go easy on me now by walltree (m)
this author understands lisbon in a profound way, to the point where of course this version of jane is drawn in by her competence and kindness. i love fics that highlight why jane would fall for lisbon, and this is one of those.
red violin by inkstainedfingers97 (t) (plus sequel!)
such a fun au where jane is so crazy. like this could be in the unhinged section. but the way jane instantly falls in love is how i picture he would if there was no red john.
purrson of interest by denxuement (t)
unbelievably sweet! neighbors!au
teresa by donnamour1969 (t)
an inspired by jane austen's emma! this author has great aus but this is my favorite. love a good regency au.
the tea shop by heclosescases (t)
this author is excellent, but i especially love this au! it's so sweet, so in character (difficult for a complete au) and just so fluffy and nice.
ANGST
suspicion by daphnaea (t)
the best angstier view of the lorelei situation, and a great, character-accurate view of what would happen to jane should lisbon have really put her foot down about any of it.
and the saints go marching in by excel_siors (m)
this fic will hurt you. it will be worth it. a 6a au.
choices made in blue swirls by fbiwoman223 (t)
if you want hurt!lisbon and jane losing it over that fact, this is the fic for you!
the proper incentive by laurythelabtrator
6b!au and sometimes i really realllly wish this is what they had done with canon.
THEY'RE UNHINGED, YOUR HONOR
blue phoenix by TheWaywardGospel (e)
the fact that this fic is unfinished is my roman empire, but don't let that stop you. this author intertwines seasons 6 and 7 in such an original way, and jane and lisbon are so crazy for each other. it's perfect.
dayspring by light_loves_the_dark (t)
i'm not going to talk about myself too much, but this is an au 6b where jane gets his act together <3
wedding planning by idan (t)
jane just... deciding that lisbon and he are engaged. it all goes pretty well from there and it's a joy to read!
reset by j. roddam (t)
this is a complete au where psychic!jane meets lisbon when she's on the verge of becoming a single mother and like, one meeting makes him decide he wants to be in her life. unhinged. perfect in every way.
shatter by ruuger (m)
4x10 but jisbon share an insane little blimp of a moment.
BEST SMUT
you bite my lip, you spike my blood (e) by someonestolemyshoes
the perfect first time fic.
(not much i can change) i give it up to you by whatsaterrarium (e)
obligatory hypnosis fic. you will melt.
i feel like i die 'till i feel your touch by @dreamyairy (e)
the smut in this is incredible. the profound moment that jisbon share in the airport in this 6x22 au is even better.
like a thousand suns (anything for you) by @whereyourtreasureis (e)
this author is a master at these little intimacy gaps we have in the show. and her jane makes me melt.
eulogy by lilythistle (e)
obligatory jisbon-playing-poker fic that ends with a beautiful expression of feelings
BEST CANON DIVERGENCE (ONE-SHOT)
between the devil and the deep blue sea by @someonesaidcake (e)
6x08 canon divergence, introducing my favorite oc ;)
27 minutes by idan (t)
a lovely divergence from early s6 where jane faces the fact he can't lose lisbon and actually talks to her.
beneath the blue stars by sierrasilver (t)
just a super soft 6b au where jane wrote more letters to lisbon than in canon
reichenbach by half agony half hope (t)
red john finds out that jane is faking in vegas and puts a very awful task in front of him. angsty, but with a happy ending
BEST CANON DIVERGENCE (MULTI CHAPTER)
someone else's life by wldwmn (t)
4x10 au where jane wakes up thinking lisbon is his wife. so so good.
learning to breathe by starry19 (t)
post 6x22 au with jisbon finding their legs as a couple and a little angst. very sweet and perfectly in character.
combine and complement by hardly loquacious (k+)
in which jisbon go consulting after an au version of the death of red john. very sweet getting together fic.
blooming violets by dkateri (g)
6x16!au where jane doesn't fumble - just a really lovely and in-character portrait of him.
undercover by maxine_gold (e)
one of the best multi-chapter fics in the fandom. i almost didn't include it because i feel like everyone's read it, but that would be disingenuous.
BEST POST-CANON
bluebells by inkstainedfingers97 (t)
LAST ONE by them i swear. i have to put this one in because it's my fav post canon, which i tend not to like. which is not saying there's not excellent post canon out there, but i just personally want no major angst, all rainbows for jisbon after the end of the show. and this is that.
the turquoise teacup by itsavolcano (t)
a case fic post-series where there's a bit of angst but i love this fic so it gets a pass on the above rule
Summary: You and Rio, having met in your first year of Uni, went from close friends to now girlfriends. Always hanging out and spending quality time together, you invite Rio over for a movie date. Your step mom, Agatha, plans to finally spoil the little secret between you and her and in doing so, it leaves Rio an open explanation and invitation.
Word Count: 2.1k
Pairings: Step Mom!Agatha x Rio Vidal x Reader (Rio x Reader are gfs)
Rating: NSFW/Explicit
Warnings: Swearing, pet names, age gap, step-mom kink, step-mom/step-daughter, mommy kink, threesome, possessive relationship, masturbation, mutual masturbation, heavy petting, groping, degradation kink, humiliation kink, cunnilingus, face riding/sitting, kissing/heavy kissing, breast/nipple play, clitoral stimulation, cum swallowing, vaginal fingering, body worship
Music Inspo: 1985 - Bowling for Soup, Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne, Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking, Simply Irresistible - Robert Palmer, Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA, Tainted Love - Soft Cell, Upside Down - Diana Ross, I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany, Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran, Easy Lover - Philip Bailey
*Don't like the warnings? Don't read! 😊
The look on your step-mom's face has gone from pleasure to misery in a matter of seconds. Her fingers stop touching herself; pulling away almost violently from her wet and puffy folds. You can see from this angle just how red and swollen her clit has become from the constant over stimulation of it.
You can't pull your eyes away.
"I think you should let Mommy have a turn. Your little girlfriend can wait."
You feel Rio shiver against your chest as she slowly lifts her head to stare over at Agatha. The two of you, stuck in your embrace, have now been pulled out of it. Swollen lips with strings of saliva; bodies wet from sweat and cum.
Agatha is very clearly placing her stake in the ground and taking control of you once again.
She won't let you or Rio forget who you really belong to.
Your step-mommy.
Rio is hesitant at first until Agatha sits up in the bed and it's almost as if Rio becomes a flock of birds scattering at any sudden movement that may be a predator in their midst.
That's Agatha, you suddenly realize.
She's the one crawling towards you and your girlfriend; on the hunt for something only she'll be allowed to sink her teeth into and swallow.
That something, as you've always come to know, is you.
"Your little girlfriend is going to sit here and watch. Let her play with herself if she needs to...she won't lay another hand on you. Not yet. Not until I tell her to."
Your eyes slowly close as the words ring through your ears. There's an edge to Agatha's voice that teeters between cruel and seductive and you wonder if Rio feels the same way.
Agatha spreads herself out which makes you pull your legs up, knees bent. Her hand comes out to reach between your legs. She doesn't spread you out or press forcefully down onto your clit. She places her palm on your stomach as she lowers her head between your legs.
Your eyes focus on the pearl necklace you had gotten her last year for her 50th birthday.
It was the only thing she didn't take off.
"M...Mom..."
You start but can't finish, not with her nose pressed against your clit and her tongue drawing circles around your labia. You sink into her, against her. Your lower back makes contact with the pillows beneath you and you know there's no way to come back up to surface after this. You're going to sink and drown before anyone can pull you back up and out.
Agatha hums against your skin as she pushes her face a little bit deeper. You can feel her chin rubbing against your skin and the moisture that's been building collects on her.
She's painting her face with you.
"Oh...god..."
The mental image is almost too much to bear. Your eyes pull away from the top of Agatha's head; away from that perfectly messy hair to look over at your girlfriend.
Your girlfriend. Rio Vidal. Your age.
And Rio, who accepted the explanation and pushed the door open to confirm her invitation, sits there on the bed beside you with her hand up under her shirt groping herself as she watches you being eaten out.
You can see the way her jaw twitches and you know, you fucking know that's she's imagining herself in Agatha's position. Remembering what you taste like on her tongue.
"Oh, Rio..."
That does it.
Agatha uses her hand on your stomach to push herself up; pearl necklace swinging from the force as it hits her collarbones.
"No. No, Baby...this is me and you. She just gets to sit there and watch. She's not the one with her tongue up inside of you licking you clean, is she?"
Hot and cold like a razor's edge on your flesh are Agatha's words. There's violence in her eyes as she slowly bows her head back down. This time however, such niceties your step-mother had given you earlier are gone.
Agatha's tongue slips right inside of you and it's met with your thighs squeezing against the side of her head. She hums in delight as her fingers rake against your stomach while her other hand is wrapped under and around your right thigh. She holds you down onto the bed and against her face.
There's nowhere to go if you wanted to. A silent submission.
Your hands shake as they let go of the bed sheets and find their way, snaking, through Agatha's hair.
You hold Agatha down and try to roll your hips against her face; against her nose and chin. You're fucking her face and your girlfriend is sitting there watching you.
Rio had taken her shirt off. Rio's fingers are kneading and pinching her hardened nipples.
Rio is whining under her breath.
You whine in response. High and sweet and loud. Rio and Agatha respond in their own way and you allow your body to take control.
Your hips snap back and forth faster and faster against Agatha's tongue and your legs start to shake against her head. You clench, an entire body sensation that causes you to hold your breath until you feel like your ears are going to pop from the pressure.
The whine you let out through your lips is strangled and loud and so goddamn desperate in every sense of the word.
You cum into Agatha's mouth. On her tongue. Without a doubt, coating her nose and chin.
You hear the unmistakable swallowing sound between your legs from Agatha. The way she breathes hard through her nose; not unlike the sounds she makes when she's doing pilates in the living room.
"Fuckfuck....ohmyfuckinggod..."
Your mouth moves a mile a minute as you try to catch your own breath; head swimming as your imagination runs wild.
Your fingers pull away from Agatha's hair and come back to grab the sheets beside you. Your entire body shakes as the after effects of your orgasm rock through you.
Agatha's head lifts slowly from between your legs and you, without a doubt, see the shine covering her face.
She looks drunk off the taste of you; cum on her tongue and down her throat.
The smile she had given Rio when she had walked in on you, she now gives to you. All teeth and promises and that look in her eye that makes you feel suddenly afraid.
"You are such a good girl when you want to be. Letting Mommy swallow you like that; giving me enough to push down my throat. And Rio...you were so good. I think you deserve a little reward too."
You watch as Rio's mouth opens but no words come out of her mouth. She doesn't protest or approve what Agatha has said to her. Merely, your girlfriend allows Agatha to garner control.
"I can see why you like my step-daughter so much. She's sweet, isn't she? Even her pretty little cunt is sweet...I bet you've tasted it a thousand times..."
Agatha lays herself down between you both, on her back. Gravity takes control over her body as her necklace pools in the hollow of her neck; breasts falling ever so slightly outwards. You and Rio share a silent look before you both look down at Agatha who's presenting herself like the main course.
That's what she is though, isn't she? She's what you both can't resist. A temptation so strong you want to dip your fingers in, scoop up what you can and bring it past your lips to taste.
Rio follows her intuition as she lays down against Agatha's bottom half. Your girlfriend's nose brushes against the outer edge of Agatha's pubic hair; close enough to smell her heat and wetness. Rio's hand comes up slowly as if ready to pounce on an unsuspecting Agatha.
But Agatha knows what your girlfriend is doing as her fingers comb through Agatha's hair to then spread out her folds. Rio wants to see how wet your step-mom is.
You moan loudly and Agatha looks up at you and smiles,
"Such a good girl...you like that, don't you? Your girlfriend is getting a taste too..."
And that's when you look back at Rio and see what she's doing.
Her fingers are curled as they slip into Agatha. One, two, three pumps until she slides them out and brings her coated fingers to her mouth. Her tongue snakes out first to get that initial taste before stuffing them into her mouth and sucking.
"You're gonna burst, Baby...we don't want that to go to waste, do we? Come and take another seat on Mommy..."
You watch Rio and she continues, over and over again. It's as if she's trying to eat Agatha out fully, cleanly.
Scooping inside of a melon until she hits the rind.
You listen to Agatha because of course you do and she's waiting for you. You throw one leg over her head and sit yourself back down onto her face once more. Her hands this time reach upwards and you move forwards because you know exactly what she wants as her tongue slips up into you again.
She gropes your breasts; squeezes them and rolls your nipples between her fingers. Her nails scratch ever so slightly against your soft skin; nails sinking into the skin of a peach.
It's then you cry out and Rio, sweet, perfect Rio looks up from her feast.
She pulls away from Agatha and Agatha, allows it as she grabs you harder to hold you where you are. Rio is the one who has to work for it then. She's the one who has to move just a few more inches to catch your lips with her own as she pulls you into a deep kiss.
You taste both Rio and Agatha on your tongue.
Your girlfriend, to your surprise, joins Agatha on her crusade. Her hands cover over Agatha's to help squeeze and knead and pinch. The extra weight and the depth of the kiss mixed along with Agatha's tongue is almost too much.
It is too much.
Your body slumps even further and Rio lets go. She brings her hands up to cup your face as she deepens the kiss. Agatha's tongue moves in slow, powerful strokes until she feels the shudder in your body.
She welcomes in, basks in it. She tastes you again as you cum against her mouth and on her tongue. You can feel that powerful tongue of hers lapping you up.
Tongue reaching the bottom of an ice cream cone for every last sticky-sweet drop.
And that's when you feel it, recognize it. Through the way Rio kisses you and rubs her thumbs over your cheeks. The way she whispers into your mouth 'I love you' over and over again.
She loves you. She loves every part of you.
She loves the way the pearl necklace you got your step-mother sits in the hollow of her throat and how those muscles flex with each new lap.
You lift your shaking body up and off of Agatha's face and Agatha, moves swiftly out from underneath you to catch her breath. You steal a glance down at her to watch how she licks her lips like a well-fed cat.
She looks more blissed-out than you could have ever imagined her to be. So content in herself as she watches Rio kiss you, caress you.
And just like a cat, she makes her way in between you both. You feel her hair against your abdomen as she turns her face to kiss Rio's body, just above her navel.
Rio hisses into your mouth.
Agatha's head turns, her hair now tickling Rio's skin as she mimics the kiss onto your own body.
She's worshiping you both as she makes her way up evenly between the both of you until there's no possible way for her to keep kissing without breaking off your own kiss.
Agatha laughs under her breath and you almost miss it.
Agatha falls back against the bed once more to resume her spot; watching you both once again in all her heightened interest.
If there was one thing about your step-mom is that she loved to watch.
You and Rio sitting in the living room or out in the backyard. At the kitchen table while you worked on last-minute essays; on your way out for the night.
You had thought she disliked Rio so much she was keeping an eye on her and you. You had thought she needed to keep a growing tab on all the wrong things your girlfriend could do.
And now, as you continue to suck your girlfriend's tongue and cup her breasts, you realize what Agatha had been doing this entire time.
A mental checklist to see if Rio met all the requirements that you already exceeded with flying fucking colours.
hello!! i follow you on here as well as instagram and after i saw your story post about The Tournament, i ended up reading it and its so good 🙏🙏 i was wondering if you had any other fic recommendations? desperately looking for new material
Hi! Glad you enjoyed misha’s fic! I have a lot to recommend, but because there are too many and I can’t remember them all, these are the ones that I still have the tabs open ;;
Bad Business AU by crybabyjets
The Distance from Ground to Sky by QoS
Entangle by Glitch1
Darling Can I Be Your Favorite? by Hoard of hyperfixations
