#Anyways I actually had fun making this so if you want more let me know

[aupea]

breeding kink carmy thoughts down below! (minors, if you managed to stumble here this is an 18+ blog only, love you but please go bye bye) also, this is kind of afab/fem!reader based ?!?

okaayyy, so hear me out on this one y'all

carmy before you had never really been one for kids. he was always so busy between culinary school and trying to maintain relationships that he never had time to think about what he wanted once he had his dreams achieved. he only knew how to focus on the present, and even that was hard.

then, of course, he met you. the sunshine to his cloudy exterior, the one he felt himself being most sane and comfortable around. he had never been so in love- he actually found himself missing you if you had to work late or travel somewhere. like, hugging the pillow imaging its you missing.

but, then nat had her baby. her sweet little girl who looked just like nat, and you got to play the role of auntie alongside his star role of favorite uncle. and when he sees you holding her, her little hand wrapped around your finger, her eyes beaming up at you-- it almost awakens something in him. yeah, he was a goner! by the time you get home, he'd been fighting the urge to drag you into some hospital storage closet. he needed you- craved you, even. he needed to feel you. you and him step off the elevator in the hallway of your worn down apartment building, though you'd made a habit to ignore the cracks in the wall and the missing paint patches. once you two are fully off the elevator, you begin. "so, that was fun, right? i mean, baby rooms in hospitals are always-" your words are cut short by carmen's lips instantly clashing with yours, his hands coming to find your waist desperately.

of course, you don't protest. you never would, but you are a bit confused by the suddenness of it all. he grabs your hands, pulling you towards the apartment, his hands fighting to just unlock the door, much less pull you inside and push it against it.

hands fly, clothes are being pulled off and disregarded. by the time he has you into the bedroom and your back hitting the plush mattress, he's tossing his pants aside. he'll probably complain in the morning about not being able to find them. he kisses you like he loves to do, taking his time with it of course. like you'd slip away and just disappear. hands roaming your body, desperate for you, desperate for it all. he doesn't even know what he wants right now, but he knows it isn't anything but you.

and before either of you know it, he's deep in your pathetic, wet cunt. the sounds are filthy, but what's worse is his mumbling in your ear.

i've said this before, saying it again: carmy would 100% be a dirty talker without realizing. the pleasure takes its way into his verbal cortex and doesn't let go. this time, it's more. "gotta get nice and deep in there - shit - that's it baby. taking it so well, doing so good f'me." he'd say, desperately sucking at skin on your exposed neck, hands cupping your breasts or your waist, stretching you out so well. "gotta make sure it all gets in there, huh?" "need to get you all filled up-"

"gotta get you all nice and filled up with me, yeah? you like that- shit, shit, keep squeezin' like that-" your complaints were nonexistent, after all. you could barely get words out, too cock drunk to do anything but let out a heavenly moan he adored and moan his name, your fingers digging into skin. he loves those marks, btw, and if he could he'd probably preserve them just to get them tattooed where you squeeze his shoulders (AND HE PROBABLY WOULD CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE)

and when his climax hits at the same time yours does, he's pressing his forehead against yours, angling to hit every spot. after he spills inside of you - he'd be giddy just to do that anyway, he pulls out, pushing whatever spilled out back in. "there we go. my pretty girl." he'd murmur, talking more so to your pussy than to you.

[reverieblondie]

Look Out Spot

A/N: I made this inspired by this lovely ask! (here) Thank you to @dark-and-kawaii for letting me write and use pics of her OC Kieran (he's so bad and so dreamy)

Rolan, Cal, Kieran, and Zevlor

Warning MDNI 18+ only!

Rolan

When you extend the offer for Lia and Cal to join your party and camp, you forget about the tall, haughty, kind of sexy older brother…

You and Rolan are like oil and water, constantly arguing at each other's throats. If he wasn't their sibling or talented, you would have smacked him down a while ago... Okay, maybe not actually, but you really would like to put him in his place. Especially tonight...

Somehow, your companions decided it would be a good idea to go on a stealth mission to the nearby goblin camp while you and Rolan played the roles of lookout. You had insisted you didn't need any help, but of course, Rolan challenged you. "Knowing your airheaded tendencies, you will need a babysitter to keep you aware." it makes you seeth through the back of your teeth.

Looking over your shoulder in the cramped hiding spot you see Rolan looking as disinterested in this mission as he can, leaning against a rock and looking out into the distance with his damned golden eyes... ugh, what is he doing posing?! As soon as you tsk, he slides his eyes over to you, catching you staring... He narrows his eyes at you and puts on his iconic sexy scowl.

"You should spend less time staring at me and focusing more on the enemies. If you did that, I wouldn't have to be here."

Gods, he makes your blood boil. You stand from where you are both crowded in between the rocks hiding you two. It's only one step before you're right in Rolan's face. Being this close makes details, like the curve of his nose and the freckles that dust his skin, more visible to you.

"If you want to complain, then leave! You look like you're not even paying attention to your side anyway! "

"I would love to leave, but someone has to keep you in line!" he hisses back. 

You roll your eyes and scoff, "Worry less about me and more about where you're supposed to be watching." 

Rolan's jaw tightens slightly before he leans forward and presses his hands on both sides of your head, pinning you to a rock; he's so close you can smell his natural musk... and feel his gentle breath on you. 

"You're the one I keep catching staring..." 

You feel your face suddenly flush before getting back to your senses. In the crowded corner, you push yourself off the rock behind you to slide past Rolan. "Just leave your distracting the mission."

While you're trying to pass by Rolan to take over his cramped lookout spot, you brush your backside over his front to squeeze past. Rolan tries to prevent it, but he's too late as your ass moves against his front, and that's when you feel something hard against you. In almost a state of shock, you move against him again, and that's when Rolan's eyes roll with a groan, and his large hands immediately come to still your hips. You feel his chest pant against your back, and still, in shock, you forget all about your stealth mission. 

"Rolan, are you h-"

Before you can finish your loud statement, Rolan slaps his hand over your mouth. "shh! You will get us caught, you ass!" 

You wiggle your face free, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. "Why are you hard?! " you whisper and yell.

"It wasn't on purpose! It just... happened..."

"Just happened? That doesn't just happen!" 

"Well, it's not my fault you're bending over on your knees right before me! And trousers are too bloody tight!" Rolan finally cracks out before letting you go. 

Rolan tries to walk away, but he can't get far in the tight tunnel of rocks you're in. You were ready to make fun of him and call him a pervert, but as you see his back facing you, you notice his tail twisted tightly to his old leg. He's embarrassed…

"Rolan, " you try meekly, but you're still not quite sure what to say. You have urges, but it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Rolan Scoffs before turning to look at you, "It's not urges... It's you."

You look at him, Surprised, "Me?"

"Yes!" Rolan finally faces you, fully dragging his hands over his face before continuing. "You're a damned airhead never paying attention and staring off... and in the mornings, you're so drowsy, unable to function till you eat... After your baths, you have no qualms just walking around in a towel; you always stand so bloody close! And you argue till you're blue!" 

Rolan's eye meets yours and furrows his brows, "Then there's that damn pout…"

You look at him confused, "Pout?" 

He steps closer, still irritated, and taps his finger to your bottom lip, "Yes, this little pout you do with your lips makes you look so adorable... So it's not your ass that's driving me so crazy, it's just you, Your making me fucking mad over here," 

It leaves you speechless; not only is Rolan confessing... but he's also cursing. 

Rolan rolls his eyes before moving his hand away, "Figures this is when you finally shut up." 

Your next move was so fast it gave you whiplash. You quickly grab Rolan, making him turn, gently cup his face, and you press your lips to him before you can say anything. The kiss heats up quickly as Rolan wraps his arms around you while you preach your tongue. through his lips, finally tasting his wicked tongue.

It's not long before you're both on the ground, your clothes in a gathered pile on the side while you finally succumb to both of your desires... your mission is no longer on your mind... The only thing you can think of as you claw his back is how full Rolan is making you feel and if you can keep indulging in him till morning.

Cal

Of course, when the grove's gate was running short on watchmen for the late-night watch, you were among the first to volunteer for the dull duty. You did not expect Cal to hold his hand to join you on the watch right after you volunteered. Cal is so tall and strong and a complete sweetheart; you two have slowly gotten to know each other more and more each day your party stays at the grove. Cal's become your little bright spot through these struggles. He always smiles and jokes with you whenever you come around. Sometimes, you feel guilty for taking up his time. It's clear he doesn't get much time to himself, considering he has to keep Lia and Rolan from killing each other, but you just can't help yourself when it comes to him.

Now that you're here with him, sitting out in the cold with only the sounds of the distant woods filling the space, you're finding one more thing you can't help... you're so nervous! After all the conversations you two have had, why is this the time you're getting clammed up?! It makes no sense... So now here you two sit completely alone and in complete silence... You're trying to think of anything to talk about as you rub your hands together to try and make them warmer from the biting cold.

While you're warming up your hands or trying to, Cal is reaching over and taking your hands in his. Instantly, in his touch, your hands warm up from his comfortable heat. You look at him wordlessly, trying to hide the fact that your heart is currently racing, making your whole body start to flush.

"Is that better?" he smiles as he holds your hand tightly. You're tempted to start chattering your teeth so he can hold you.

"Much better; it must be so nice to always be warm."

"It was more of a burden, especially during the summers, I always get so hot, and I would come home dripping in sweat." 

You two share a laugh, but you see a negative thing about him, especially if he is shirtless. The thought sends an excited shiver through your body, and Cal looks at you confused. "Still trembling, huh? We can't have our hero freezing now, can we?"

Cal brings his hand to your hip, sliding you until you're flushed against his side. He wraps his arms around you like it's the most normal thing ever, and it's taking everything in you not to cling to him.

Cal's breath is so warm that it fans against your ear. "They would have my head if anything happened to you... So I better try and warm you up quickly."

"I think you're doing a great job at that..."

He smiles as his orange eyes trace over you. He brings his hand to cup your face and traces his thumb over your cheeks. "I must be. You look like you're running a fever now." Quickly, you bring your own hands to your cheeks, where, of course, they are fuming!

"Guess you're just too hot for me..." 

As soon as the words slip from your mouth, you want to slap yourself. You're too embarrassed to look at what you sure is an embarrassed face, but all you hear is his laughter, 

Cal turns your face so you have to look at him. "As long as I'm helpful to you, that's all I care about."

"I think you're helpful to everyone, I know Rolan and Lia think so."

"I'm kind of selfish if I'm being honest," Cal meekly admits. Selfish? You would describe Cal in many different ways, but selfish is not one of them.

"Why would you say that?"

It's Cal's turn to blush as he shyly looks into the distance. "Well, I didn't offer to be on watch for the good of the grove... I did it so I could spend time with you…"

You laugh at his confession, "You could have just told me that Cal."

"I couldn't help it! You make me nervous!" You both look at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Cal grabs you close, practically pulling you into his lap." We should keep taking over the late watches, then. I like that here I get you all to myself. "You feel that same heartbeat rush again. If you're going to continue to get closer to Cal, you're going to need to learn how to settle your nerves.

Kieran

Look out, duty... it should be easy; you have a wire of copper read for your sending spell to Gale... you just have to wait till you see the mercenaries for your party to act... If they slip past you, it can mean several more weeks of tracking down that tome that went missing from the Wizards tower. Tensions have been growing at camp, mainly because everyone just wants to return home... but you can't help from thinking everyone at camp is peeved at you…

Damn him for distracting you... It's a mistake you swear will not happen again; you're supposed to be the leader, the one to see past bull shit... not the one falling for it.

However, when you think back on his smooth voice... Shining eyes... anyone could have been ensnared. Kieran just has that effect on people. 

Pushing down those past thoughts, you look back at the moonlit road, looking for any signs of life. A twig snaps behind you, and before you can react, a hand is over your mouth, and a knife is threatening your neck. Then, the familiar feeling of a tail twisting up your body makes you squirm. 

The same arrogant chuckle vibrates through the air before his velvet voice speaks, "I was told to find any lookouts, and here I've found a lost kitten." his lips come right to the shell of your ear, giving a teasing lick, making you groan and squirm, "Trying to get in everyone's good graces again by playing lookout pretty girl?"

Your huff is enough for him to understand your irritation, but he only seems to delight in it further. He pushes the knife closer to your neck, "Alright, kitten. I'm going to move my hand so I can hear that pretty voice. You better not try anything?"

You huff, then nod, "Good."

Kieran lets his hand drop from your mouth, but before you can turn, he's wrapping his arms around you, keeping you pinned close, his tail tightening for added measure. You hiss at the tight grip and try hard not to blush as his lips press to your neck.

"So you're working for the mercenaries, I should have known...". You practically growl at him; Kieran smiles before giving a quick nip at your neck. It takes everything in you not to whimper at the attention; he's toying with you..."Well, they did pay well... but honestly, that group is so dull... hints as to why I haven't slit that pretty throat of yours, kitten.

"What do you want Kieran?"

He smiles, holding you tighter, burying his face into the nape of your neck as his cock rubs against your ass. "I want to hear those soft little moans again like I did that night.." 

You feel yourself flush, that night….

You bite your lip as you feel his hands roam down over your breast to your waist... You hate how dumb he makes you... but it would be a lie to say you hate the way he feels... 

"I-I can't... You whisper, trying to hold strong all Kieran has to do is lightly suck your neck and play with the hem of your trousers.

"But you can be a good girl; you help me... and I will help you....."

A part of you knows this has to be some trick... he's played with you before... You're on a mission, and he's with the enemy... but when you feel his hot tongue teasing your skin and his fingers roam, you melt.

Kieran doesn't wait for your confirmation; the feeling of your body relaxing is all he needs before pushing his hand down your pants. His long fingers quickly find your clit toying and pitching it, making you twitch and arch. It's when he steadily starts to roll his fingers on your sensitive nub that you start to softly whimper. 

"That's it, kitten... feels good, huh?" He purrs in your ear, only spurring you on more. Kieran licks his lips as he feels you get as wet for him. 

You unravel so quickly for him, softly moaning his name as you reach your arms behind you to caress his neck and handsome face. Kieran is all too pleased as he starts to fuck you slowly with his two fingers.

The sudden intrusion makes you keenly loud, but he is quick to shush you softly. "Shh, kitten. You have to be quiet, or we will get caught... and we don't want that, do we?"

You shake your head, not making Kieran speed up his pace, forcing you to bite your lip.

"Good girl..."

+++++

Your party walks back to camp defeated... the mercenaries slipped past you.....

Astarion glares his eyes at you, "How the hell did you do now? You miss them! What Were you doing?"

Shadowheart steps between you two". Enough; fighting now won't fix it. We will have a new plan tomorrow, Right Tav?" She looks at you expectantly, and you avoid her gaze. You let everyone down again. 

You walk over to your tent, ready to hide away, when something catches your eye. You open the flap, and the missing tome—covered in blood and a note beside the book—catches your eye next. 

A deal, a deal, kitten... I will See you again soon... K

Zevlor

You're unsure if you're more nervous that everyone is counting on you to tell them when the last tent's candle goes out... or you're alone with Zevlor at your lookout spot.

This was just supposed to be a simple stealth mission to check out a nearby camp, and then Zevlor would come with you. This would have been normally very exciting for you, but after what you did, now you're mortified. 

What do you even say to someone after impulsively kissing them and running away? Turning around, you see where Zevlor is standing, his fiery eyes already on you. You watch as his eyes move from your lips back to your eyes, and it feels like you've been hit by a fireball. 

Quickly, you turn back around, trying to hide your embarrassment. Zevlor must hate you now. Trying to focus back on your mission, you try to ignore the sound of his rustling armor and the new warmth at your side. You don't have to look over to know that Zevlor is at your side. What you didn't expect, however, was when he gently pulled your face towards him, forcing you to meet his handsome face staring at you with an authoritative intensity.

"Are we supposed to ignore what happened? Because I am unsure if I can." He says so calmly that it sends a shiver through you. He is so commanding that he doesn't need to raise his voice, and you will still do whatever he says. 

"Do you hate me now, Zevlor..." He looks surprised for a moment before he puts on his charming smile. 

"No, I think the best way to explain it is now I am completely enamored and anxious for more." 

From the start, there's been a pull between you two, but now, instead of an aching want, that feeling is now a burning need.

A burning need to have his lips back on yours, to taste his tongue against yours, to feel his warmth against you as he pins you against the nearest thing. 

You need to wrap your legs around his waist, you need to hear his soft moans as you kiss along his neck, and you need to feel his cock as deep as possible as he finally sheaths himself inside of you. You just hope your companions understand your need when they ask why you never gave the signal… 

[glowingbadger]

Could you do office sex with claude? Love the way you write his character!

Ohh that's an intriguing one. Who let Claude be the boss of anything in a corporate setting is one question, but we don't have to sweat the particulars when there's smut to be had.

THAT SAID, can y'all believe this is the first smut fic I'm posting in like... actual months lmao. I needed to do a quick and simple drabble to get my brain working on writing again, I think- since the other things I'm working on are much longer fics that are taking a lot out of me. Anyway, I had fun with it, so hopefully it's a fun read :3

CWs for office romance and sort of fucking your boss!

Claude (FE3H) x Reader (AFAB)

Kink prompts list #5 - Office Sex

NSFW 18+

You're the last one still lingering at the office today- or, second-to-last, and you'd made sure of it. The door to Claude's newly bestowed and highly coveted corner office shuts quietly behind you as you enter and take stock of the place. It's still fairly sparse, with only his work laptop and a few essential files having been moved here from his old desk. He stands facing the window opposite from you, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the suit jacket slung over his shoulder. Those trousers and white dress shirt fit him almost too well, and it's impossible not to notice with him silhouetted against the lowering sun over the city outside. He glances back at you as you step toward his desk, but you're the one to speak first,

"Congrats on the promotion, Mr. Riegan," he doesn't miss the sarcasm in your tone, and it shows. His lips slant into a smile as he turns toward you, dropping the jacket across his chair on the way.

"You sound thrilled," he says as he rounds the desk toward you, "Let me guess- you were gunning for the position yourself."

"Maybe," you say with a shrug and a smile, "Though to be honest, I'm not sure I'd want to get bogged down in this department anyway. Been thinking of a transfer."

Claude's arms are crossed as he leans back against his desk. His posture is at-ease, relaxed, but you know him well enough to recognize the more serious tenor of his voice as he speaks.

"Seriously? First time I'm hearing about that. Care to fill me in?"

"Claude, in case you haven't realized it yet, this promotion technically makes you my boss," you're facing him, and frankly, closer than you should be- but you struggle to meet those brilliant green eyes as they silently pry at your defenses. You'd think you'd be used to it by now.

"On paper, sure," his hand trails around the small of your back, his arm at your waist tugging you towards him. You're between his legs and flush against his warm frame, and at last, you rally yourself and meet his gaze.

"So... we really shouldn't be doing this anymore. We shouldn't have been doing it to begin with," you sigh in your frustration, but despite your words, your heart is already racing at the feeling of his body near yours. At first, Claude doesn't respond. His arm holds you more firmly to him, and gently, he brings his lips to the side of your neck. You feel them brush you gently, the heat of his breath seeming to sink beneath your skin and warm through your entire body.

"Do you want to stop?"

You know he means the question sincerely- he'd stop if you asked, you know this. But the low rumble of his voice and the graze of his lips is setting your heart pounding up through your chest, and your thoughts are so scrambled that your answer rushes past your lips before you can consider it,

"Of course not," your voice is soft but certain, and you feel Claude's lips smiling as he kisses down your throat.

"Good answer."

He stands upright and, without warning, turns you around to face his desk. His body presses to your back, and already you can feel the pressure of his hardening cock against your ass behind layers of clothing. You bite back your voice, not sure if you're holding in a gasp of surprise or a moan of pleasure. Soon, his hands are running up your hips and along your waist, and his lips are teasing the shell of your ear,

"How about this... I'll promise to behave during work hours, and you promise that you'll come see me after work any day you like so we can... review your performance."

"Claude..." you can't help the breathy, heated tone of your voice, and you find yourself arching your body against him, your hand coming to cradle his face while the other steadies you against his desk. His hands cup your breasts, savoring the feeling of them in his palms, and you know he can feel the way you're surrendering to him already.

"Don't ask for that transfer, Y/N," he murmurs as his hands fondle and caress you all over, "Please," there's a disarming sincerity in his voice for a moment, "You know as well as I do that I can't do this job without you. You're the only reason I've gotten this far- you're brilliant," he kisses the corner of your jaw, "and I need you."

It takes an agonizing extra few moments to put your thoughts together enough to respond. Your heart is fluttering erratically, and the rest of your body isn't making it any easier to think straight. His hands feel far too good holding you to him, adoring your curves while his cock twitches conspicuously against your ass.

"You... you really think you can behave during work?" you say at last, "The stakes are way higher if we get caught now."

"Hmm," he places a firmer kiss to the top of your neck, just below your ear, and you know he hears the stifled whimper that sneaks past your lips, "You know, come to think of it, I'm not sure. Will you have to punish me if I'm bad?"

You're about to tease him back- or at least try to -but then his teeth nip at your ear as one skillful hand travels down the front of your body, and whatever clever quip you'd had in mind evaporates. With his hips very subtly pressing his erect length against your body, he sneaks the hem of your skirt upward, his hand trailing up your leg along the way. You whine his name as his fingers dip between the plush softness of your thighs, stroking across your dampened panties.

"Damn, you're wet," he says in a heated whisper, "Maybe you're the one we have to worry about misbehaving."

"Damnit Claude, fuck me already," the words rush out without a thought, and now you find yourself pressing yourself back against him, your fingers dragging up the side of his neck and into thick brown hair. He utters a raw and lustful groan against your neck, and now his kisses are deeper, more forceful, and his fingers are rubbing against your clit from atop your soaked panties.

"That should be 'Mr. Riegan' now, shouldn't it? You said it before- I kinda liked it."

As he speaks now, he's unbuckling his belt and opening the front of his trousers. He pushes you forward gently, just a bit, and tugs your panties down your thighs. Before you can answer him, you feel the hot, stiff cock head press between your lower lips, and you let out a needy whimper.

"P- Please..." you arch yourself against him, spreading your legs wider, desperate to feel him enter you.

"Come on, you know what I want from you," you can hear his smirk in his voice, but where ordinarily you'd match his attitude with some of your own, right now you can't be bothered to fight back. He strokes the tip of his member along your slit, letting your overflowing arousal coat him as he rubs against your entrance, but refuses to give you what you need.

"Please, Mr. Riegan..!"

"That's it, good job Y/N," Claude groans once more as he begins to drive his length into you, his size stretching you around him as he pushes deeper and deeper until your lower body is flush against his hips. With an appreciative hum, he runs a hand over your backside, fondling and groping it against him, perhaps admiring where he can see your tight cunt clinging around the thick base of his cock. His hips sway just a little, rubbing himself into you in a way that makes your knees tremble. Then, his hand slaps against your ass- not hard enough to hurt, but certainly hard enough to enjoy watching the way it jiggles against him.

Slowly, he draws his hips back, then plunges back into you, forcing a gasping moan from your lips. He begins to buck his hips, quickly establishing a firm and steady rhythm that has you clinging to his desk. His hands at your hips guide you back against him with each thrust, ensuring that you feel every single inch of him as he fills your body and empties your thoughts; yet through the daze of pleasure, you manage to focus enough to hear him say,

"Mmgh, having my own office will be nice. Can't wait to spoil my favorite employee every single day..."

[clappingandcheering]

(Percy Jackson x Hermes! Reader)

Pranks

Warnings: Cute mischievous behaviour

718 words

Being a kid of Hermes had its perks and all, but is it really that fun? YES

It was safe to say you were a troublemaker. I mean, Hermes was your dad and you liked to fuck around with people and the gods—never disrespecting them though… not trying to get zapped by the big ol’ man out front! Anyway! 

You were trotting along the arena planning another one of your schemes when all of a sudden Percy popped up, and you popped down. There was no way you were going to let him see you; he’d definitely spill his mouth on someone and snitch on you.

Little did you know he had already spotted you; he was actually coming over to say hi. That’s why when he saw you dip down behind the stands, he got confused but still continued walking.

“What are you doing?” He peeked over the stands, looking at her in confusion; she was covered in dirt, and for what?

“Nothing, enjoying nature?” She smiled, but she couldn’t have made it more obvious that she was lying. I mean, sure, he was a little stupid, but he wasn’t THAT stupid..most of the time.

“Shouldn’t you go to the woods or the lake? Not the arena? There’s not really any nature apart from the dirt that you’re lying in." He put his hand out to help you up; you took it and stood, dusting yourself off, and then looking at him in slight annoyance, he’s messing up your plan!

“Why so judgy? Can’t I have a moment to myself?” She had a small frown on her face. Little does she know that kind of hurt his feelings. Percy was having a rough day; everyone was just too busy, and now even the most unbusy person was too busy for him.

“Busy?” His face was softer, kind of desperate to hang out with someone.

“A little? Why?”

“Wanna hang? We can do whatever you want!”

“Hmm, promise? Whatever I want?”

He nodded as a reply, and she smiled with the most mischievous and evil grin, making him almost regret his choices. I mean, he didn’t want to end up dead, but he sure as hell wanted to hang out with someone.

She told him her plan, and his face dropped, and he shook it so quickly you couldn’t even see him.

“No way in hell am I glueing Dionysus’ stuff to his desk!" In all honesty, that was the least of his problems. She had some major plans, but that was just one of the minor everyday tasks she does.

“You promised!"

“Yeah well!-” He sighed and then rubbed the back of his neck, “Fine.” 

She grinned and took his hand, leading him to her cabin so they could prepare for her evil tasks.

______________________________________________________________

They had just glued all of Dionysus’ stuff to the table; not one thing was not connected to another—good luck lifting any pens or pencils from their glue job!

Percy stood back and surveyed their handiwork, his face a mixture of disbelief and reluctant amusement. The entire desk was covered in glue; every single item—pens, papers, even his godly goblets—sealed in place like an unholy, sticky puzzle.

“I can’t believe I just did that." Percy muttered, wiping a bit of glue off his hands. “This is so—”

“Epic?” Y/N finished for him, a sly grin spreading across her face. She was clearly thrilled with their chaotic masterpiece. “I know. Trust me, Percy, this is going to be legendary.”

“Legendary?” Percy asked, eyes narrowing with doubt. “You’re really sure about this? I mean, Dionysus can be a bit... intense.”

“Exactly,” she smirked, “and he loves his office time. This will drive him insane! The look on his face when he tries to move one of those cups... She trailed off, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Percy sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. Y/N had this way of pulling him into her world of chaos, making him part of the adventure. He knew he’d probably get an earful later, but for now, he was having fun.

“So, what's next on the evil agenda?” Percy asked, half expecting something even crazier.

Y/N shrugged casually, “Let’s see where the wind takes us... after we definitely avoid Dionysus for the next few hours.”

[incorrect-half-life-quotes]

Half-Life Text Posts (Part 1?)

I might make more if you guys like this one.

[moeblob]

it is almost midnight why am I still drawing art ...

[magentagalaxies]

creation of adam but it's this photo of me handing scott the martini before his buddy cole set in the KITH toronto show

[candyriku]

finally getting a chance to work on chapter 15 today :-)

[skitskatdacat63]

Love to go back to my desk once I've woken up and see whatever weird thing I was working on at like 5 am. This one I think is genuinely interesting but also would look so deranged to anyone else 😭 I was writing a color coded guide to how I group drivers in my head with examples with different grids(i.e. how the demographics change) and now I want to write one for all of the 2000-now grids. Completely normal behavior what are you talking about

[holytrickster]

idk i think it's so funny I went down a survival horror game rabbit hole when a) I'm too freaking anxious for horror games I will make myself cry, b) it was all PS2 stuff which is extra funny bc I've never even played on someone else's playstation let alone had one, i was always a wii kid lol. but now my brain is like ah yes. time to consume everything I can about games I can't even play and that are stupid expensive/hard to get now

[crossbackpoke-check]

wait you got me so invested in the stammer & heddy tailor au....

this is my standard disclaimer that i have never posted a fic on ao3* and for however much i say “au” i truly mean that it’s a universe that lives in my head & i am absolutely delighted to tell you all about, all the time <3 if it helps i ALSO got me so invested in the heddy & stammer tailor au

ok now that the author’s note is out of the way here’s some notes about the not!fic heddy & stammer tailor au:

stammer as the tailor from gent’s playbook, very reserved, quiet, with an excellent eye for details (honestly the evidence i have for his style sense is just that he’s best friends with pk subban so it has to be there somewhere if only by proxy irl) is hired by victor hedman, star of the tampa bay lightning who is every other tailor’s nightmare to dress (huge, opinionated, fashionable)

heddy is decently well-known throughout the league for being very well-dressed & becomes quietly well known for also being one of his new tailor’s favorite loyal customers [heddy has the nicest fabrics. he has his suits the first day a new collection drops & e v e r y o n e is jealous]

stammer’s business booms after heddy takes a chance on him as his first big client & promotes him, heddy sees him grow in popularity & get more clients

heddy also moonlights as a model for stammer’s suits on instagram, initially to help him grow his business because then he won’t have to pay for a model and then because he’s over there all the time anyway because they’re dating (that’s why the model’s face is never in the pictures)

there’s not really a plot to this besides the vague idea of a plot where stammer makes heddy his lucky suit that he wins the cup in & sews a special little tag into the lining of his jacket that says i love you

because love sometimes is picking out the perfect right color pocket square to match your husband’s beautiful suit that you fitted like a kiss to the curves of his huge body

& also sometimes love is making your beautiful husband who makes you beautiful clothing enjoy nice things for himself once in a while, like the fancy watch you bought him or the nice suit you custom-ordered for him (from him) just so you could take it off of him

[unproduciblesmackdown]

with the recent like self-analytical framework of [putting hand on own shoulder] "are you looking for the external validation of value in this which would never be guaranteed, and you don't even think it should be contingent on this anyways" it's like, that also speaks more to like "yeah i did really enjoy live performance / theatre-adjacent and -overlapping stuff"

like i have my sense of how much i loved things and none of that involves any memories of having enjoyed it b/c of any feedback i got, from peers or instructors or anything. memories of curtain calls don't stand out much. like fun Specific Feedback was a kind older (relative to me) performer with the central role telling me that my literal leaping onstage (dance performance. grande jete entrance) despite a technical difficulty that would have to be improvised around was Inspirational/Motivating lol. i stopped having any particular stage fright (although is that when you're onstage? more like, anxiety beforehand about messing up. being onstage was the easier, enjoyable part) thanks to just having to yolo through those technical difficulties lol....anyways and then that same show actually, some relative to me younger audience member's dad was like "she's your (role's) biggest fan" and we nervously take a pic together lol. these things were fun & standout but Not Even It; not at all like "this is what makes it all worth it" like this is largely beside the point but a fun little bonus outlier event or two

like there was also no "i loved it b/c of Being In A Cast" nor b/c of any particular like, hanging out having fun Social Element. i loved rehearsing, though. loved being backstage (or in green rooms, or dressing rooms) but not because of any particular company or goings on. loved waiting & practicing / warming up & getting things together like your own costuming & being summoned to backstage & whatall. loved all the technical elements of getting a show together, when things were being assembled / worked out, though i didn't get to have much of any active hand b/c i'm like this twelve year old just learning the part, but it was fun to witness. none of my sense of what contributed to having a great time entailed any particular praise or anything; there was some implicitness in how all at once i graduated from [ensemble performance, back row for tall people] to [roles with solos] and the like, but there was just like, being busy, doing things well enough that it just wasn't Impeding anything lol, and in other arenas where i might've gotten more comments about being like, an outlier per whatever measure of success, it was definitely like, it's all just [successfully avoided negative attention] and ofc people think good grades are good but i'm not particularly moved by the awareness that that in turn is what's good or impressive about me, or something. or that i have to have anything like that for [successfully avoided negative attention]

and i wouldn't have like, done a monologue to an empty room and been like wow magical. i'd do my thing for rehearsal, and then for an audience, but you can't really see the audience and you're like ten doing local ten year old recreational stuff so it's like, the curtain calls you don't remember much (by you i mean me) and then you're done, and for me it was the fun of just like Everything Before. no like classic memories montage of great times socializing, it was me sitting in the green room equivalent, me warming up in the hallway, enjoying being in an auditorium for like 7 hrs of rehearsal, etc, we didn't do any like social events like high school performance afterparties or anything; i wasn't like Friends w/even the occasional person i also knew from school, and that didn't matter or diminish things in the least. performing A Show and for whatever Audience and that abstract is completely good enough. any of my parents' involvement, unavoidable b/c i couldn't even get places without being driven, was a major downside; i didn't like any like post performance [congrats] from them b/c that stuff was just its own unconstructive Performance that you, by which i mean me, were required to be sufficiently like Oh Wow about when it's like, the focused attention from you here means i want to leave; being left all amongst other adults during rehearsals was the good shit, while it also wasn't the case i needed like support or hype from any of those adults either.

there was Some tradition of like, older students in some program who'd take a trip to nyc / do some performance or other, and that seemed exciting but it stopped existing before it could be relevant to me lol. also for the first like, show that was like "audition for parts" vs "class recitals" they gave us like a relevant keepsake for it, and that was a nice surprise, since i had a great experience and all. and one of my main [not dance, with lines and everything] experiences being this fourth grade english class scenes from julius caesar, auditioned again, i'm like hell yeah that this has to be nongendered b/c it's all a bunch of guys, so i play a guy, and an antagonist yippee who doesn't die midway through and sounds easy-peasy to be like [be the dictator assassin] lol. it's funny how already i Cared about like, wish we had Effects instead of awkward silence for the drama of that assassination. wish i like, knew fuckall about acting. but the teacher just focused on telling us all to talk louder b/c nobody could be individually mic'd, and in the end you really couldn't hear fuckall of other performances so that was a win. and we got to do it twice b/c some people's parents got stuck in traffic. all i remember of my parents' presence was being like "omg yes i get to stop being here talking to you b/c we get to do that Again hell yeah"

like it's social but in a Parallel way. i'm contributing my part, i know my role, you know yours, i'm fondly remembering sitting in some school lobby having mini muffins with hours to go before our performance, amongst other people but not at all hyped abt interactions with them or at all disappointed abt the absence of any. i enjoyed it all being in front of people, others involved in the show, or the audience, but i wasn't there for any specific feedback, just being Part of that group constructed experience there. truly this case of like....loved all of that exactly as it happened, was on my own shit, did not need any external validation, didn't need a specific kind of Socializing that's supposed to look like having individual interactions with personal friends, had this passion for it that i also was having a perfectly good time exploring on my own, whilest also enjoying working with / learning from whatever instruction i got. like sure wishing i knew fuckall about acting but that it turns out no not everyone necessarily all loves stage acting as The Peak like that, and this comfort and interest with it that comes from like, you have all the practice of Having to perform and mask and act in life against your supposed incorrect abnormalities, but here's this constructive and creative and expansive edition of that art and science. good enough for doing it all through like fourteen

[autism-corner]

im doing it for them. ig.

[helielune]

[ame-to-ame]

love being nd and have the tism wolf Inside me be so drastically uncomfortable with uncertainty that i physically cannot think about school and having to deal w the unknown of that whole situation without losing 5lbs in 2 days

[mbat]

not looking forward to christmas anymore