#hengi

[lukellios]

say hello to my lovely wizards, red head 35 yo Hengi Gulo and dark curls 24 yo Christopher Bonnet Hart

Hengi is Christopher's mentor and he has no idea to help the new wizard get used to helping a village

Christopher is just happy to be here

[fazcadeemployee69]

Whos the Phoney exactly?

Phone lore is real now

[making-it-right-dsaf]

Any ducks?

[black-occamy]

Back in the old days, the Wicker Dolls were actually made of wicker. Nowadays, if you know where to find a local Henge community (and Lily does), you can order the plush, modern versions for protection of your child.

Not that the evil spirits are real, as James was quick to point out. But it's a nice way to support a local community, for one. It's also a nice way to celebrate friendship between your husband's friends.

And Harry really, really loves his plushie Prongs.

[tanya-shiza]

Hengry L-808 // The Sea Serpent (Original work)

I'm getting ready to make 2 huge posts! While it is in the process, catch a spoiler for one of the posts:

Original character - Hengry 😃 Works at the Sea Serpent Corporation ☺️ More about him will be in the upcoming post! 😏

I just realized that my original work/universe has no title...

[melodyofthevoid]

HENGRY

Sure thing anon

[berryblooo]

Dan Heng doesn’t consider himself to be Dan Feng, or clearly wants them to be separate lives/existences. With each member of the quintet that he met, he kept reiterating and insisting that Dan Feng is dead. He is Dan Heng.

Having his dragon form revealed only made that distinction harder to make. He is now revealed as not only a High Elder, but a traitor to the Luofu who was banished. What would his friends think? The only reason he left the Express was because he was concerned for their safety. He came all this way, defying laws and putting himself in danger, to help them. If they were to reject him at this juncture, to look at him differently… would he still have a place to return to on the train?

That’s why I think it was so telling and important that March (and Welt) was the only one who didn’t call him Dan Feng. He was always Dan Heng, it’s just a question of why his appearance is different. And yes, her confusion with the statue and the resemblance is played off for laughs, but it’s reinforcing a larger point. March says to him in optional dialogue, “Y’know, the more I look at this statue, the less ‘Dan Hengy’ it gets”. That’s important!

Yes, Dan Heng is Dan Feng but he also isn’t. Dan Heng’s existence is very different from his previous High Elder reincarnations. That is how he wants to live. March, in her typical lighthearted and goofy fashion, reinforces and supports that. It must be very reaffirming for Dan Heng to know that someone sees him not as his past self, but as his present.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

hengy :]]]

[keskingece01]

Zamanmıydı seni bana getiren

Yoksa ben miydim gelmen için doğru zamanı bekleyen?

Peki sen şimdi giderken hengi an engel olacak sana?

Bana gelmeden önce geçirdiğin anılar mı,

Yoksa geçirmekten hep pişman olduğun benimle olan anılar mı?

[cat-soap-opera]

8 briarlight

"Buite kui unis, a ei ilmis Sinun hengi jättäy tämän muan kogo ijäkse, Roih igäine unohtus"

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 24

Gender Swap - Hendery

!sub Hendery

Convincing Hendery to put on a skirt was easier than you had thought. You had probably worn him down already, with your own fluid gender expression and your ability to look hot and androgynous in any style of clothing, it made him curious. You had given him a few options from your clothes that you thought may fit him, but left the rest up to him. He took them into your walk-in wardrobe, and closed the door behind him so that you could not watch him change.

“Fuck,” You breathe as he re-enters the room, “Holy shit, Hengi.”

Hendery is wearing a black and white plaid mini skirt, and a tight black cropped singlet. His legs look incredible and you almost lose your mind just from the sight of him, fantasies running wild in your mind, but you remind yourself that this is real, and you can take him like this.

“Do I look okay?” He asks, the question is genuine, his cheeks are bright red and he looks so unsure, “Tell the truth, please?”

You stand up to meet him, striding across the room until you are only inches away, your hands settling on his bare waist, needing to feel him, see him, be with him. You let your fingertips dig in slightly, and he winces from the ticklish pain, but does not move away.

“You look more than okay,” You assure him, “My baby girl.”

Hendery lets out a gasp at the new pet name, and you feel his body tense up, assessing and processing how he feels about it, “Say that again.”

“Say what?” You tease him, letting your hands roam now, you travel down to the hem of his skirt, barely covering his ass, “That you’re my baby girl?”

Hendery squeezes his eyes shut, this time a quiet moan leaves his lips, oh he really fucking likes that, and you are obsessed with his reaction, “Yes, sir,” He responds, using the masculine term for you, one that you always enjoy, “I am, I’m your girl, only yours.”

He crumbles so quickly, liking this even more than either of you had thought. He eagerly leans into your touches, waiting for permission, and soon you tug him down to kiss you. There is something indescribably hot about having him dressed up and submitting like this, so different to any of the ways that he has submitted in the past.

“You’re so beautiful,” You murmur, breaking apart from the kiss to try and catch your breath, “I think I could keep you like this forever, all dressed up and pretty just for me.”

Hendery looks overwhelmed at the praises, falling apart so quickly, the blush on his cheeks is burning hot as you guide him over to sit on the edge of the mattress. You drop down onto your knees on the hardwood floor, hands on his thighs, you spread them apart easily, getting an incredible view under his skirt of his thick, hard cock, visible through his underwear. You run your hands further upwards, under the skirt to the top of his thighs, and he spreads his legs even further in anticipation, he is so flexible, it isn’t difficult for him at all.

“Does my beautiful girl want her dick sucked?” You ask him softly, letting your fingertips trail over his length, “I think she deserves it.”

Hendery gulps, nodding furiously, planting his feet down flat on the floor to keep himself still, “Please sir, please, please suck it,” He stutters, “You always make me feel so good.”

He begins to move to undress himself, but you take his hands to stop him, “No, sweet girl,” You chuckle, “You can leave the skirt on and we’ll just take your panties off, okay?”

Hendery looks so embarrassed by this, but lifts himself up so that you can hook your fingers under the elastic of his briefs to tug them down. Freeing his cock, it stands up, aiding you in rolling his skirt upwards so that you can reach it. You lean up to get into position, taking your time, you lick from the base to the head of his cock before closing your mouth over the tip. He instantly moans while you lower your head down, but you keep your eyes trained on him, smiling lazily around his dick whilst staring up at him through your lashes.

You speed up, loving the way that he feels in your mouth, his hands in your hair, you are so turned on by the feminine, sweet version of your boyfriend that you have in front of you, making him feel good is addictive. Even his moans are more high pitched, breathy, airy, than they usually would be, as if he were trying too, to sound as feminine as he looked, and he is succeeding. You feel his cock twitch and you know he is close, so you pull off him, much to his dismay, and laugh as he whines in disappointment, but this doesn’t last for long as you stand up and push him down onto his back, dropping your pants as fast as you can to move on top of him instead.

Dripping wet, it is easy to take his cock, no need for preparation and only the littlest sting from the stretch, “My pretty doll,” You purr, “Sir needed your beautiful cock, too, it’s not fair if he doesn’t get to cum as well, now, is it?”

Hendery knows what you’re insinuating, moving his hands to your hips to help you build momentum, knowing the best angles to thrust into you, ones that have your eyes rolling back and filthy words falling from your lips. He is close, and you are closer, and he moves to touch your clit, other hand on your chest to tease your nipples, whimpering and whining in time with your own moans, fuck, oh god, it’s happening.

You cum hard and fast, head falling forward into the crook of his neck, biting and sucking at the skin as your thighs shake, cunt clenching to him too as he follows shortly after, streams of cum spilling from the tip of his cock into the deepest point of your cunt as you ride your highs to completion. Slowing down, you rest comfortably in his lap with him still inside you, and you kiss his forehead softly before kissing his lips.

“I love you so much,” You mumble, “No matter what gender.”

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kinktober masterlist

[royaldoge7370]

Hengy?

[fazbenders-finest]

what do you think about hengy?

"I dont.... Like him.."

[making-it-right-dsaf]

Who would be most likely to call themself an alpha male unironically

[innerfartexpert]

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[ofscalesanddatabanks]

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ / caelus to danny hengy

Dan Heng sighs loudly, staring down tiredly at the trailblazer before him.

This was supposed to be an easy mission. Emphasis on supposed to be. Somehow, Caelus always managed to make a mess of something due to his natural curiosity, and his habit of being the biggest danger magnet around with no form of social skills or decorum.

But even then, surely he should know better than this.

"May I remind you, this is a formal event." Fatigue laces his voice, accented perfectly by the darkening circles under his eyes and stress-pinched features. "You cannot, under any circumstances, bring that thing in with you." He indicates to the muddy trotter at Caelus' feet. "Nor can you spend the night in the trash can. I don't care what you think or what you say, the smell sticks and it carries. I refuse to sit through another pre-warp meeting with you smelling like rotten figs again."