Fox-faced Joker

@fierynonbinary.bsky.social

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Age: 25 Pronouns: Any ✨️Traumatized Disabled Leo✨️ Minors DNI 🔞 Dead Dove/Proship 🕊 Strawpage: https://fierynonbinary.straw.page/ AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/FieryNonBinary

Black crop top that says: I'm fat because every time I fuck your dad he makes me a sandwich
A picrew of a smiling genderfluid person with pale skin, short brown curly hair, green eyes. They have freckles, are wearing rectangular glasses, and have their ears pierced. They are wearing a red zip up hoodie with a grey hood and they have a genderfluid pin on their left side
"The cold is a creature, and the creature wants him dead"
The bsky notification bell
A low resolution close-up of a crow, below is a bar of text that says "Crow of approval"
There’s an omega about to go into heat somewhere in the same subway car Jayce just so happens to be in. It’s a problem. It’s a problem because the cinnamon and anise scent, mixed with a hint of copper, is driving Jayce insane. He’s desperately trying to hide the half-chub forming in his slacks as he hunts the scent down to make sure the other person is safe, which doesn’t take long with all the alphas turning their heads and drooling like mutts. He pushes through the crowd, getting nasty stares as he goes, but eventually he reaches the source. The omega is sitting on a bench by the window, fair ivory skin seemingly glowing in the sunlight as he reads a book completely unbothered by the alphas surrounding him. Jayce is immediately mesmorized. Soft coifs of dark brown hair that frame his face perfectly, the sharp angles that make him look like a model, his amber eyes, gooey like warm honey. The smell is much stronger this close to the source and he realizes the other man smells like a fresh sweetmilk latte on a lab table. The omega is beautiful, and Jayce doesn’t understand why he’s not at home being doted on by an alpha this close to his heat, surely he has several at his disposal. Jayce chuffs quietly to himself when he realizes he’s worked himself up, now sporting a full-on erection in the middle of his commute home
The cabin greets him with silence, broken only by the faint metallic clatter coming from the workshop. The sound is familiar, almost comforting. Viktor shrugs off his bag, kicks away his shoes, and heads toward the door. But before he even reaches for the handle, he freezes. Something is wrong. When he finally pushes the door open, Jayce is sitting on the floor, a large chisel wedged between his flesh and the metal cuff welded shut around his ankle. His head snaps up when he hears Viktor walk in, but Viktor is more focused on the blood chasing gravity as the chisel digs into his skin. “No, no, no, no, no, please don’t. I’m sorry, I won’t try again,” Jayce pleads as Viktor steps closer. “Lásko, you’re bleeding, I just want to help.”
Jayce’s time in the pit leaves him absolutely ravenous. His days are spent writhing in agony on the cold, uneven rock below him as the rot in his leg eats away at his flesh, unable to do anything but shiver and cry as his sunken stomach begs for anything edible at all. He has been lucky enough to get the occassional newt, though they are so far in between that to say Jayce has been desperate would be an understatement. On the days that he doesn’t have to worry about his fire going out, he munches on the leftover foliage, tongue swollen from the nettle, gums bleeding from the bark and small thorns that wedge themselves between his teeth.
After they break up, Jayce drives to the nearest bar and gets blackout drunk. He only remembers bits and pieces where he's definitely saying stop. He finds out he's pregnant later and it destroys him, genuinely he becomes suicidal again. The Kiramman's pressuring him to get an abortion bc this won't look good for their sponsorship, Ximena who tells him it's still a baby, says it will be hard but she will be there for him. Ultimately he keeps it. Only bc he starts disassociating and ultimately becomes unable to care for himself. He doesn't get up to groom himself, nor to use the bathroom, eat... etc. There's piss and vomit all over his bed.
“Such an obedient thing,” he praises as he straps the harness to his hips and walks back over to slot himself between Jayce’s thighs. “It looks like you kept both my cock and my cunt nice and wet.” Jayce chirps high in his throat. His cunt, Viktor’s cunt. And then Viktor is slowly pushing inside and Jayce’s eyes are rolling back into his skull at the stretch
A list of synonyms for the word "moan" which includes the word "beef"
The Herald sinks to his level, breath hot in his ear. “If you can play nice I may remove it for you. My name seems like it would be such a lovely addition to your vocabulary, wouldn’t it? Oh- but how rude, It seems I’ve forgotton my manners.” The Herald slowly stands again, eyes raking across Jayce’s still dripping body, fingers reaching out to brush against slick flesh. “Hello, Jayce Talis, my name is Viktor.” Viktor, Viktor, Viktor, Jayce rolls the name around in his head as he arches into the other’s grasp. He had been right. What a lovely word for Jayce to know.
There’s a hungry glint behind The Herald’s eyes as he brushes a finger along Jayce’s sternum, trailing it downwards through the small dips and crevices that have started to collect his perspiration. “You know, I can see why they call you the ‘Golden Boy,’ you’re simply radiant.” Jayce feels his mind go a bit hazy at the praise, slightly arching into the touch without even realizing it.
Despite the chill of the metal against his back, the equipment in the lab makes the space run hot, a bead of sweat rolls down Jayce’s face and The Herald tracks its movement.. Jayce growls, “You know exactly why, Herald! You’re violating innocent lives. Iv’e come to stop you.”
I hurt my head, it's personal I'm bleeding blue with panoramic view Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh My taste in you is personal Look ma, no hands in panoramic view Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-huh Somewhere out there, still, I believe in magic Let the monsters loose, I believe in magic I won't let them hurt you Lay your hands on me, I believe in magic A romantic fool, I believe in magic I won't let them hurt you I'm getting old, it's personal I'll take my toll in panoramic view Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-huh Please love this song, it's personal I'll write my wrongs in panoramic view Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, uh-huh Somewhere out there, still, I believe in magic Let the monsters loose, I believe in magic I won't let them hurt you Lay your hands on me, I believe in magic A romantic fool, I believe in magic I won't let them hurt you (Ah-ah-ah-ah) I won't let them hurt you I won't let them hurt you (ah-ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah) (Ah-ah-ah-ah) My shirt don't fit, it's personal I wrote this song in panoramic view
• Touch, Almost
• Only One Bed (but it's sad this time)