#its SCARY. and flattering but my GOD

[crabussy]

i swear like every post of yours i see is a hit. youve got a talent for this

somepony save me

[toytulini]

i dont want to give in to Modern Shapewear but i really hate when im trying to have a Fun Outfit and theres fucking Distinct Lines from various under wear bands (bra, undies, maybe a pair of tights?) all at separate points? that are impossible to hide bc the outer wear is fucking form fitting spandex

[sacrificiallane]

leaving him alone with your plushies ۶ৎ percy jackson blurb

cw: nothing, really. it‘s just very fluffy ♡ & very short, and a slight little mention of past 'activities', but you'll miss it if you squint so eh. enjoy!

the scream you let out was equally hilarious as it was terrifying. and it had your pretty boyfriend ― of who was the sole reason for such a sound even escaping your vocal cords in the first place ― literally smack into your cabins' door like a bird would against a window.

"you okay? are you hurt? you okay??" Percy came running like your life was on the line.

before you could offer an answer, his hands were already reaching for your arm, your hand ― basically anything ― to make sure you were okay. "talk to me pretty girl, hm? what happened?"

"Perseus Jackson" and yea, he might've just flinched a little at your tone, but his hands did not fall away quite yet, "what did you do to my bed?"

"uh, what did i do to your..." the confusion was evident, until his sea green eyes followed your own, all the way to your sheets and it suddenly ― thankfully! ― all made sense...

when Percy was left by you this morning, the boy was so bored! so, in his typical bored boyfriend fashion, he had taken the time to arrange your beloved stuffed animals to recreate a ... slightly 'gruesome' scene. because after fluffing out your pillows, and folding your blanket, he was only left with turning your plushies from facing the wall...

then, though ― his genius mind was unstoppable! ― he had come face to face with the plush he'd gotten you for your birthday! (a cute octopus plushie in your favorite color, and maybe a bit too big for your small cabin bed... especially when he was sharing it with you). and maybe it was sleepy delusion, but he had made up this whole scenario of how the gifted giant sea creature was basically your child!

Percy admits, he might have gotten a little carried away, staring at its big button eyes, and thinking about how it was probably so jealous of all your other fuzzy friends.

so, he explains, he had used each of it's fluffy tentacles, to wrap them around each of your other plushes, to make it look like he was trying to murder them! not that it was rally scary, or anything. just a little cruel, maybe.

when he tells you about it, and smiles a bit sheepish, you feel equally flattered as you feel horrified! he can only watch with endeared amusement as you quickly detangle all of your emotional support stuffies, push a kiss to their heads ― as though they were scared or hurt ― and put them each back where they belonged.

"i love you Perseus, but gods are you dumb..."

"love you too, pretty girl."

something a little different? i needed some fluff. i miss him. saw this in a tiktok so credit to that, ig? should i write a smutty blurb about what happened before this? like Percy rearranging your guts and turning your plushies to face the wall because he's all like 'nuh uh, you do not wanna see me do this to your mom'. or is that weird? 😔 (i'll probably do it anyway, you can't stop me!)

[charmercharm3r]

Make Love, Not Porn

Play Time!

HHJ

Masterlist, Series Masterlist

18+ content — minors, do not interact.

wc: 3.8k

Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

warnings: barista!hyunjin x cam girl!reader, smut, explicit sexual content, masturbation (m, f), he's a little obsessed, easing into the smuttier smut if that's even a thing.

Live : Play Time!

Next Scheduled Broadcast : Heat Signature

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Rule number one; everybody is temporary.

There is no love in this industry, no trust, no friends, only coworkers that all want the same thing. Sometimes you work with them more than once, other times– most times, it’s a one-and-done deal.

They never want to stay anyways, you learned that lesson the hard way. It’s why you set up such a tough wall to break through, there’s no point in befriending anyone on your side of the pond.

It’s scary, really, how quickly you can be moaning someone’s name, kissing them like you need them to breathe, touching and feeling them as intimately as someone who truly was in love. Then as soon as the livestream ends, you can’t remember what their lips feel like and everything smells like latex and sweat. You offer them some water, snacks, a shower. They usually decline. Minutes later, your front door is shutting and you’re alone once again.

No one ever intends on getting into porn, you don’t even remember the details on how you ended up here. Your follower count had risen overnight and before you knew it, that one video had gotten you more money in a week than a month’s worth of minimum wage ever did. The humiliation was nonexistent considering you hadn’t even posted yourself naked that first time, if anything you were excited to post again. Who knew a video of you just sitting in a chair, playing with yourself under your skirt with your knees pressed closed would take off so rapidly. That thirty second video changed your life.

– fuck, who is this?? are they new??

– thats so hot. face reveal?

– show us your tits

– god i wanna fuck u so bad

– suck my dick pls

Those comments didn’t bother you, it was a little flattering if you were being honest with yourself. People wanted you, they don’t even know your real name, have never seen your face or what you look like in the sunlight. They don’t know you and yet, you’re everything to them, so much so that they pay you for your time, and body. They fill your wallet just for you to read their comment out loud, attention whores for you. And you love it. For some reason, their praise is much more fulfilling than anyone you've guested on your livestreams.

Recently, though, you’ve stopped bringing people on, not much to your viewer’s disapproval. There was more interaction and less vulgarity, like they wanted you to actually speak to them rather than just stuff your pussy with whatever new dildo you’d been gifted in your PO box.

You hadn’t planned on having such a personal stream today, you honestly just wanted the relief and thought your viewers would have a good time. But for some reason, the comments were less about getting you to take your clothes off and more about why your voice was shaking.

“It’s okay, I’m okay. Really!” Even you could hear the subtle octave change. “If you wanted me to cry, you could’ve just said please. You know I’ll do anything for you.” 

Perhaps the forced sultriness of your voice worked its charm, the comments quickly switched back to their normal obscenities once you started to unbutton your top. Truthfully, you preferred when they asked you to get naked, it was a lot easier to do than to admit what it was you were really lacking. Honest companionship is the rarest thing.

Rule number two: no identifying features.

Even if you weren’t ashamed, your job is still taboo. No one and everyone knew what it was you did. Your best friend helped you pick lingerie and background mood lighting, your parents thought you were an office worker. Strangers have seen your most private parts, you only allow your grandma to give you a kiss on the cheek during Christmas. Safe to say your occupation was strictly need-to-know.

You’re glad you started live streaming before deciding to get any tattoos, running the risk of someone stopping you in the middle of the street was the most terrifying thing you could imagine happening. Naturally, you avoided getting anything at all once your streams started to really take off.

There was nothing you wore to accessorize unless a patron paid for it in advance, that was always done a week before streams and the contact with the patron was never more than a simple google form and an email from your business account to confirm. Other than that, you were a blank canvas, just a body with a voice that left more to the imagination than you would think. If your viewers were happy, you were happy.

“What do you think of my new nail color? A special someone picked it out for me,” you held out your hands to display the pretty shine, twiddling your fingers. The comments went crazy, “no, no, not anyone like that, c’mon! You know you’re my number one. But I think you should all give lovely user callingherdaddy a thank you for picking it out. Thank you, sir.”

You took the polish off the next morning.

Rule number three: be consistent.

Nothing kills a steady income more than ghosting the ones that put the money in your pocket. You stuck to a strict schedule of three streams every week and frequent posts on your socials. The stuff you posted on your social media wasn’t even related to your work on camming, but it doesn’t hurt when they leave a couple nice comments. 

With a schedule and job like yours, you need a little bit of normalcy. Self employed, you don’t have a real routine when you aren’t streaming. It was starting to make you feel lazy, a bit lethargic, and overall unmotivated.

It wasn’t until recently did you decide to start doing normal people things, like waking up at 7 a.m., doing a mini work out, grocery shopping in the morning, even getting yourself a coffee from the shop near your house as a treat. Doing this was nice, you felt good, your head was clearer. Hell, you even got excited when it came time to do your cams because you felt so full of energy.

You had only been to the coffee shop once or twice before, but to get yourself to keep the routine, you told yourself you’d go every day for the next two weeks. Afterall, it only takes 21 days to form a habit.

It was packed, as usual for a morning weekday. There were only about six baristas working, all scurrying about the bar to get through the morning rush. You liked watching them, mindlessly completing drinks in such a way that made you a little jealous. Most of them seemed your age, obviously you knew that they couldn’t have all had perfect lives, but at least this part of their day was something they could openly complain about.

Were you really jealous? Of normal people? You had to be insane.

Shaking your head, you walked further into the shop and waited in line. You thought nothing of it, placing your order, “iced chai with three blonde shots, please,” and handed the barista the card, “thank you.”

You barely looked up at him, only when he held onto your card a little longer as you tried to take it back did you make eye contact. A little awkward, the barista was staring at you with wide eyes. He was handsome, too handsome to be working behind the counter. Long black hair framed his face nicely, pretty plump lips, and an endearing little mole under his eye that made his siren stare only slightly less intimidating. Yeah, handsome.

He didn’t look away even after he let you take your card back.

“S– sorry. You look like–”

“It’s okay. Thanks again.” You hurried away as fast as you could. He couldn’t have known who you were, right? Not a chance, you have never shown your face. You were wearing too many clothes for any particular body part to be recognizable. It’s just a coincidence.

Either way, the minor interaction with the barista scared you into hiding again, forgetting going out for anything else you had planned and deciding to hole away at home.

You had a livestream to do later anyways, focus on that. There were a few hours left for you to kill before turning on the camera, now would be as good a time as any to set up.

It wasn’t much that you did, mostly just thinking of what it was you thought viewers would like to see for the day. An hour before the scheduled stream, you set up a waiting room on the website that hinted at what the day’s theme would be. Today you thought you’d go a little easy on the eyes; “live soon, hardcandysweetheart: play time! <3”

A typical stream would start off soft, greeting viewers like any other meeting. You’d ask how their day was, if there was anything in particular they wanted to do or talk about, some answered genuinely while others urged you to strip. You liked the ones that asked you how your day was, too, and enjoyed sharing your thoughts with them. Though, it was no secret what everyone was here for, even if sometimes– just sometimes, you liked what came before taking off your clothes more than anything.

“I have a few things in mind for play time today, I’d like to hear what you guys think. Would you prefer this,” in your hand, you held up your favorite vibrator, big and baby pink. “Or this?” in the other, a new grinder that resembled the shape of a tentacle with the sucker-side up.

Comment section didn’t slow down as soon as you showed the second toy. “I thought you might like this one. I got it just for you! I’m excited to try it out with you.”

– im so fucking hard

– i wanna see ur pussy

– thats so nice, ur sweet

“Slow down! Haha, we’re gonna take our time,” you laughed away the weird feeling in your chest as you read the fleeing comments. “You’re so impatient today, lovely. Did you have a hard day? I know I did,” you slowly peeled down the blouse you wore, letting it hang off your shoulders to expose your bare shoulders. It seemed redundant to wear a bra, but you kept the shirt covering your breasts for dramatic effect, hard nipples peaking through.

“I just wanna take it a little more… gentler, if that’s alright.” The camera was angled to cut off at your neck to avoid showing your face, but you bit your lip anyways as you held up the grinder. “It’s a little out of my comfort zone, honestly. I’ve never told you about this fantasy before.” You ran your finger down the rubber center, feeling the many little suction cups bend.

You giggled as you came to the swirled tip of the tentacle, playing with the way it curled and how pliable it was. “When I ordered this, they let me choose the color. I think pink suits me, don’t you? But I also thought, maybe blue? Or black… but then it would be too hard for you to see, right?”

As you spoke, you laid the grinder between your legs but not quite touching it. With two fingers, you stroked it the same way you would your own pussy. Your other free hand was doing just that right behind the toy and beneath the length of your shirt, feeling your wetness building up with your hand down your panties. “Oh my, just talking to you– my underwear is soaked!” The giggle that left your lips was genuine, you didn’t expect to work yourself up so quickly.

You stole your fingers from your cunt and showed it to the camera, spreading them to let your viewers see the slick coating shine in the soft lighting. “Heh, told ya I was excited. You make me like this.”

When you started to really get going it was hard to pay attention to the comments, you tended to get a little lost until you finally came. Like now, you brought the toy closer to your core, lightly lifting yourself to sit on it. As soon as you did, you let out a whimper.

Hyunjin had never felt so embarrassed in his life. He doesn’t even know why, he couldn’t have been sure of anything.

Except he was. He was 100% sure, plus another 10% for good measure. He hadn’t even known about the site for long, you were just his favorite. He’d found hardcandysweetheart and never bothered to look anywhere else.

You were just another customer at first, a pretty one that caught his attention. He noticed you in line and had every intention of flirting and possibly asking for you to sign up for the rewards program with them just so he could use that as an excuse to get your number. Then you spoke.

All you fucking did was speak. “Please,” and “thank you,” and Hyunjin fucking crumbled.

Jesus, he must have looked like an idiot. He knows he did, but he was star struck. Fanboying, red in the face with embarrassment, about to fold at the knees, and hard as a fucking rock all at the same time. He had to excuse himself to the restroom as soon as you left just to get his boner to go away.

If it really was you– and he hoped to god it wasn’t– he’ll never forget such a pretty face.

Which is why he turned on notifications for your stream. He knew your schedule by heart but he needed to be sure that it was your voice he heard. As soon as he got home from his shift, clothes came off and he was sat in bed with his laptop nearby, just waiting for the ping notification from you.

God, it was you. As soon as he heard you through his headphones, it confirmed what he already knew.

What a kind voice, supple, soft, he could listen to you for hours– he has listened to you for hours. Sometimes he wished you could do live streams of just you talking, you never even had to take your clothes off. Now that he knew what you looked like, Hyunjin’s heartbeat faster than it ever did when you made conversation.

It was the way you did, as though you were speaking to him and only him. The image he created of you in his head looked like it was thought up by a child in comparison to seeing you in real life. He could put a face to the voice now, he wasn’t even thinking about your body. Just your voice.

“You make me like this,” you said in almost a whisper, tone cracking just a little the more you sat on the toy.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but palm at himself, not entirely stroking but moving at the same pace. This was a team effort, in his mind. You made him crazy, as he did to you. That was his fantasy. You always spoke with so much love in your voice, as though you truly cared for him and it got him harder than any other kind of porn ever could.

Was that really all it took? Was he that pathetic? Someone who didn’t even know who he was, talking to an ocean of people that all saw the same thing he did, and suddenly it’s the only thing that can make him cum.

He can’t even complain now, he’s seen you. That’s enough spank bank to last him a lifetime if you ever suddenly decided to stop camming. Shit– he hopes he didn’t just manifest that into existence.

The white button up top draped in front of your cunt to hide away from view. That’s alright, you said you were taking it slow today. Your hips slowly pushed forward and back, hands gripping tightly at the armrests of your uncomfortable looking desk chair. Hyunjin thought it was kind of cute how you would still cam in the same seat as you did when he found your first video. 

His laptop on his abdomen concealed the view of his cock leaking, but the way you were sat on screen, he could envision it was him you were sitting on instead. That’s exactly what he imagined as you rocked faster into the toy, lifting your shirt and balling it in your fist to show that your wetness had spread to the front of your panties. Hyunjin didn’t even mind that the bold pink tentacle blocking a bit of the view, you were getting so into it that he hardly noticed anymore.

Hyunjin fumbled to find his dick, slowly beginning to squeeze the head as you turned to shorter and quicker ruts towards the front of the toy where the tentacle curled up. You moaned loudly, making him do so as well in return. “Fuck, I ruined this pair, didn’t I?”

Your cute laugh had Hyunjin breaking out into a smirk, “that’s okay,” he whispered to no one but himself.

“I should take it off but,” you rolled your hips again with a whine, “I kinda want you to work for it.”

The tips in the corner of the page were pinging like crazy as soon as you said that. He himself tapped the button rapidly and paid no mind to how his account balance shot down.

“C’mon now, don’t be shy. It’s just one little word that I wanna hear. I’ll say it first, if that makes you feel better.” The speed of your hips picked up a little, in turn Hyunjin let his fist slowly work up and down, no faster than you, of course.

“Please. Please, is the word I’m looking for, lovely. Say it, just once.”

Fuck, he couldn’t help speeding up just a little. He loved the way you said it, even more the way you commanded him to say it as well. “Please,” the whimper came out breathy and uneven as the precum lubricated his cock more.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Hyunjin shook his head, no. 

“No, it wasn’t. Look what happens when you ask nicely,” you stood from your seat just to pull off the flimsy fabric, sitting fully back down on the toy and holding up the soaked pair with another chuckle. “You get nice things.”

Hyunjin could hear how wet you really were now, every lewd sound that came from you rubbing yourself back and forth on the grinder. You still didn’t let him– them– see you fully. He wasn’t even sure if you’d expose yourself at all this stream. Still, his fist picked up speed as you did, taking in every grunt you let out when you’d hit a particularly good spot. Hyunjin kept his eyes on you the whole time, memorizing the way you moved, what angle made you tick.

“C’mon lovely, I know you can do better than that.”

You were referring to the tip counter, but Hyunjin took it as he can do better than that. His other hand reached around the laptop, down to cup his balls as he worked his cock faster, occasionally running his fingers over the head for a break in stimulation. Somehow he managed to stop touching himself for a split second to rapid fire extra tips when they slowed down.

“Oh, someone wants a little extra attention today. What do I call you, lovely?” Hyunjin wasn’t sure if you were speaking to him, though he hoped and typed a nickname anyways. “Baby? That’s cute. Thank you, baby, you’re so sweet.”

His hand instantly returned to his dick, not caring about the speed anymore, instead wanting to cum to the sound of your voice. He quickly tapped the tip button a few more times and you giggled, “baby, you’re spoiling me. Here, since you’re being so nice,” you lifted the hem of your shirt to put your bare cunt on display, seemingly tucking the end of it into your mouth.

Hyunjin could see it so clearly, your pretty lips drooling onto the fabric, biting it to contain the moans that wanted to slip past. Fuck, he was going insane, wet, slick noises from his animalistic fisting on his cock almost surpassing the volume of your voice in his headphones. 

He just watched now, listened intently to how good you were making yourself feel and it made his body light a fire. You were clearly getting closer as well, forgetting the dirty talk and humping away at the toy with little to no regard for who was watching. Hyunjin loved this side of you the most, when you couldn’t think of anything other than the impending pleasure. He could imagine your eyes rolling back, the furrow in your brow and beads of sweat dripping down your temples as you came nearer to falling over the edge. Your hands moved to grip the edge of the seat, aiding in pushing your body forward and back harder against the grinder and Hyunjin was jerking himself with a hotter fervor. Your muffled cries echoed in his head– he was making you feel like this, he was the one you were using to please yourself, he was the one you thought of as you came all over his cock.

Hyunjin suddenly held his breath and let his release take over his body, squeezing and pumping the tip of his cock as he spurt his seed all over his stomach and back of his computer. By the time he’d come to, opened his eyes, and regained his breath, you were slumped back in your chair and panting heavily. He missed your grand finale, but that was okay with him, you came at the same time. Even in post nut clarity, he wanted to hear your voice. More than that, he wanted to hold you, run his fingers through your hair, kiss you until you were breathless all over again.

Hyunjin’s shaky hand found the tip button again and tapped.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiled.

You groaned and found the strength to steal the toy from your aching cunt, holding it up for the camera to see it glistening with your essence. Laughing, “this was fun, wasn’t it? I enjoyed myself, I might have to buy more of these.” You tossed it onto the desk and suddenly seemed shy, tugging your shirt as far down as you could without exposing more skin. “Until next time, lovely. I’ll miss you.” You waved your dainty fingers at the camera, doing your signature sign off, and the screen went black.

Hyunjin’s head fell back into his pillows, staring at the ceiling trying to understand all the emotions he just rushed through. 

He couldn’t compute them even if he tried. All he knew was that he was excited to go to work tomorrow morning, hoping that whatever god heard his plea, begging that you’ll come in.

When he went to shut his laptop, his fingers smeared the warm mess that was slowly dripping. “Fuck— ew,” and he hurried to clean up, alone once again.

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[romanticintheory]

on my knees BEGGING for more price and civilian!reader. i just read it and i can’t stop thinking about all the cute itty bitty interactions- their date, their convos, maybe him meeting her surprisingly scary dog (currently in love thinking about COD men and K9s yknow?).

Like if there’s not a single supporter for this, i’m dead in a ditch somewhere

what it's like dating john price as a civilian.

john price x gn!reader

part 1

more fluff, more domesticity, me being down bad

a/n: KSAHDASDKJ im so glad u love them as much as i do!! hope this does them justice for u <3

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the date went really well, thankfully. he showed up at your place ready to pick you up with the bouquet of flowers he knew you deserved. call him old-fashioned, but he was adamant on making sure you didn't have to lift a finger for anything.

hell, he even asked you why you were standing out there in the cold by yourself, saying, "i could have come to your door so you didn't have to freeze all the way out here, sweetheart!"

he held out his hand for you to take as he guided you down the stairs, opened your side of the door for the car, and always walked with you on the side closest to the street.

the movie was a cute action comedy. it was even funnier with john because he'd sometimes pipe up at the action sequences talking about how unrealistic some scenes were.

when you told john that the main character's actor, a built, older-looking man, was used to be your celebrity crush in high school, he couldn't help but let a chuckle rumble in his throat and ask, "got a type then, love?"

"yeah, probably do," you admitted shamelessly.

the dinner was just as nice as the movie: he took you out to a nice restaurant and hung onto every word you spoke. likewise, you couldn't take your eyes off him whenever he told you stories about him and his boys.

he wouldn't tell you stories about him doing his job, mostly because he didn't want to disturb you with what he's had to do. he did, however, happily tell you stories about the ridiculous things he's seen his task force get up to.

"they sound like a handful," you said warmly, "you sure they're not your kids?"

"no, but they certainly sound like it," he leaned just a little bit closer to hear you better over the chatter of the restaurant.

"i get that. i've got a handful at home, too." you paused to take a sip of your drink. "a little puppy."

"really? what's its name?"

when he takes you back home, he wordlessly walks you back to your door.

"would you like to meet beau, john?" you ask, hand hovering over the door you unlocked.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by the sound of scratching and a dog panting on the other side of the door.

"well, only if he's okay with meeting me."

when you open the door, john is surprised to see a full-grown rottweiler launching at him at full speed. for a second, he saw his life flashing before his eyes before he realized the wagging of beau's tail.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" you call out immediately, "he's usually more polite around strangers. beau- beau get down!"

john only laughs at your panic and took your dog's friendliness as a sign to pet him. "'s alright, love. i trust you enough to know you wouldn't put me in harm's way."

he takes in beau's stature. from the looks of his larger-than-average size, he might be a guard dog for you. or maybe you just wanted company and decided to hone in on his scariness and bulk by adding that spiked collar.

"so, a puppy, huh?" he points outed humorously, locking eyes with you after realizing that your canine was, in fact, fully grown.

"hey, he's still a puppy to me!" you interject, kneeling down beside john's crouched figure to also show the rottweiler some affection.

"i see," he nods thoughtfully, turning his attention back to beau. "you're just as gorgeous as your owner, huh?"

your face is on fire again. "you flatter me, john."

"how does the saying go? it's not flattery if it's true?" he stands up much to the disappointment of beau and to take a step closer to you.

"you're too kind."

"jus' trying to treat you like how you deserve."

it's like he's trying to light you aflame on purpose. your embarrassment grows so much you have to cover the smile on your face with your hand. once your face has cooled down, you take a deep breath and let your hand fall down back to your side.

"thank you for tonight," you say quietly. "i had a really good time."

"glad to hear," he replies. "'m also happy to see beau likes me, too."

"well, we both have that in common, i guess."

"oh, who's doing the flattery, now?" john says playfully, his hands on his hips as you laugh softly at him.

"still you!" you insist.

"hm. maybe next time we can figure it out, yeah?" he proposes, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"next time? you already ready for a second date, price?"

oh, he was ready for more, but he didn't think you were ready to hear that.

"unless you're not," he tells you slowly, afraid of pressuring you into saying yes already.

sensing his worry, you reassure him with, "how could i not be?"

he relaxes at your admission and leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. "i've got your number. next week sound fine to you?"

"of course. whatever you like, soldier," you nodded, the lingering feeling of his lips on your cheek leaving a tingling sensation. if you were just a bit more confident, you would have kissed him then and there.

"i'll see you then, love."

he bends down to give beau a well-deserved goodbye pet before turning to leave, looking you in the eyes one last time before leaving for home.

[eggcompany]

Prof. S Part 3

The phone rang three times before it was picked up.

“Viktor, do you know the time?” Silco’s voice came through the speaker against his ear, gravely and deeper than usual. He must’ve been sleeping. It was instantly calming as Viktor looked at the dark street from the safety of the last lamppost. 

“I’m on your street but it looks scary. There’s no lights.” Viktor said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was almost two in the morning and he was like a desperate dog, crying for attention. Silco chuckled. 

“Pet, why are you on my street? Tomorrow’s your birthday.” Silco asked, his voice was teasing. Viktor huffed, the alcohol in his system was kicking his inhibitions. 

“It’s past midnight so-so I’m old enough now.” Viktor whined and heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone. He knew he was pouting, even if the professor couldn’t see him. 

“Are you by the tailor?” Silco’s voice came asking and Viktor looked around and blinked a few times before reading the sign across the street. 

“Yeah, it’s got a big window. I’m cold, it's cold outside, Professor.” Viktor complained as a shiver shot through him. He hadn’t put on a jacket before leaving, just his hoodie. He was regretting this more by the minute, humiliation tickling up the back of his neck.

“Stay there, I’ll come get you, naughty boy.” Silco said and then the line beeped closed. Viktor stayed there, standing on the empty street, under the safety of the light. 

Soon he could hear someone, footsteps crunching the layer of snow on the road in the distance. He couldn’t see anyone, it was almost scary. That was until Viktor could make out the silhouette of the Professor. He smiled as walked the short way to meet Silco. His crutch clacked against the stone road. He hugged the older man, nuzzling into his neck, winding his arms under Silco’s heavy long coat, over his silk pajamas that he wore. 

“Hi~” Viktor said as he hiccuped, smile plastered on his face as he finally got to touch the professor. He hugged him, a haze of exhaustion and the warm weight of alcohol making him unable to pull away from the man’s shoulder. He smelled good, solid and nice under his cheek. 

“You’re more drunk than I thought. Let’s get you to bed, kitten.” Silco said as he wrapped the spare coat he brought around Viktor’s shoulder. He shook his head as he looked over the boy as he fixed the top button of the coat to keep it on him. Viktor was wearing slip on shoes for fucks sake, he hadn’t even though to wear proper clothes. It was… flattering. To have a handsome young thing rushing over for sex. 

Viktor smiled, a big toothy thing, making his eyes scrunch up. It made him look young. It made Silco’s stomach flip. The professor started to guide them down the dark street, a hand on the small of Viktor’s back. 

“We can have more sex now. Stupid Piltie rules don’t matter anymore!” Viktor said victoriously as he followed Silco down the street, leaning against his side. He had a fire in his eyes, something tricky. Silco shushed him lightly, smile forcing its way onto his face. 

“Shush, everyone is sleeping now. As you should be. You get drunk, you wake me up in the middle of the night, and now you shout in the street? What a naughty thing you are.” Silco teased as he ruffled Viktor’s hair. Viktor laughed and huffed trying to come up with an answer. His head was slow as he leaned against his crutch to make a big statement but he stopped as he looked at the street. 

They were at the apartment doors. He looked back at the darkness, at where the street lamp was away on the corner. He looked at the darks in the snow, the path they had trekked through with ease. He didn’t even realize they had gone that far. 

“We’re here? It- it had looked so scary.” Viktor said absently and looked at Silco with awe and amazement. Like he was god. It pet something within the older man. Silco reached for the door, turning away from the boy.  

“You saved me.” Viktor said in a slurred happy way as he hugged the older man’s back. Silco froze for a moment, hand on the keypad to the door, frozen staring at the darkened door. He took in a shaky breath before pressing the last number to open the door. 

“You need some rest. Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed.” Silco said quietly as he opened the door, ushering the boy inside. They were in the rickety elevator when Viktor’s hands sought out Silco again, hands sliding under his coat, cuddling into his front once again. 

“You’re so clingy. You get so bold when drunk, don’t you?” Silco asked and ran his hand through the soft brown hair that was tickling his jaw. Viktor nodded and whined when the elevator dinged, making them get out. He didn’t want to untangle himself from the older man’s warm body. 

Viktor didn’t pay attention as he was walked into the house, just holding onto Silco, stumbling the way, letting the professor take his weight. He was brought into the warm house and soon he was being sat down on the edge of a bed. 

Viktor gasped when he realized where he was. The professor’s bedroom. His bed. Viktor’s face turned red, he felt a twinge deep inside of him, want making his heart flutter. Especially when Silco got down on one knee between his legs. He spread his legs further, hands twisting in the heavy blanket under him, gasping as he looked down. 

“Get those dirty thoughts out of your head. You’re having a glass of water and sleeping tonight, troublemaker. Get your shoes off, what’s in your backpack?” Silco asked as he slid Viktor’s shoes off, taking a moment to hold the boy’s small feet, warming them in his hands before dropping them. Viktor took his backpack off and opened it, looking through it like he forgot what he packed. 

“Jammies, and…. an extra knee brace and my medicine for the morning. And and condoms. And my inhaler. And some granola bars.” Viktor listed out as he dug around, looking at everything that was in there. 

Silco shook his head as he stood up, slipping his boots off and taking both their coats and laying them on his desk nearby. Viktor flopped down against the bed, laying on his back, taking in big breaths of the professor’s scent. He shivered, the cold sticking to his skin. He looked up, Silco was standing over him, looking down at him. So handsome. 

“Daddy, I’m cold.”  Viktor whined, trying to pull the blankets up around him. He was so sleepy, and he felt all fuzzy. He kept his eyes up at the professor as he wiggled around the bed. Silco raised an eyebrow at him, a pleased expression on his face. 

“Daddy now is it? No more professor?” Silco asked, hands landing on his hips. Viktor smiled, feeling almost giddy as he looked at Silco, dressed in his dark red silk pajama set. It showed off his neck and collar. Viktor liked that, liked being able to see his skin. The boy nodded and kept his eyes on Silco’s, pink faced and tipsy drunk.

Silco looked down at him fondly. It was a sight. To have a barely legal boy in his bed, drunk and horny, on the verge of begging for sex, calling him daddy. It made him… well his cock was interested but he knew better than to play with a drunk boy. His heart was more interested in sharing a little closeness with him instead. 

“Do you want a bath, baby? Do you want daddy to give you a bath?” Silco asked, cocking his head as he stood beside his own bed, looking down at Viktor. 

The way the words fell around him, the way they snuck into his head, Viktor nodded, eyes going a little big. He swallowed and reached out to touch Silco’s hand, his scarred hand. Viktor brought it up to his face to kiss his palm, feeling his skin, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles and fingers. He looked back up at Silco as he nuzzled into the older man’s hand. 

“Alright, fine. Get up, let’s get you warmed up, and then straight to bed. You exploit my kindness.” Silco sighed as he reached over Viktor’s hands, his crutch being left by the front door. Viktor smiled, he was being taken care of. He loved being taken care of. 

Silco soon had him in a large spacious bathroom, a beautiful large footed bathtub was in a corner under a window. It was dreamy. Viktor liked it, the dark blue tile, the soft scent that floated around, like shaving cream and cologne. 

“Take your clothes off for me, I’ll start the bath.” Silco instructed and started to fill the tub with warm water. How long had it been since he’d bathed with someone? Since someone bared themselves for him in a way so vulnerable. Since he’d be able to have someone bared and submissive for his hands, to indulge in touch. 

He turned back to watch the boy undress. But Viktor was standing there, leaning against the counter, as he toed his socks off, pushing his jeans and yellow print underwear to the floor. He then stopped, in his knee brace and hoodie, pulling the sweatshirt down to cover himself as he looked up at the professor. 

“I forgot… I forgot we did it with our clothes on.” Viktor said, voice quiet as he looked down at himself, shame making him hot. He hadn’t thought of this part, of letting the professor see him. What if the Professor didn’t like how he looked? That his visible posts and mechanics grossed him out, that his body looked too wrong when his brace came off. What if daddy thought he was ugly?

“Don’t cry, Viktor. Don’t cry, let me take care of everything. Daddy will take care of everything.” Silco soothed as the boy's eyes welled up, big tears rolled down his cheeks. He found it disgustingly attractive. Those golden eyes glimmering as he wept, he wanted to keep him that way. Silco wanted to reach out and calm him but… he couldn’t bring himself to chase away those tears. 

Viktor shook his head and wiped at his face, letting his hoodie rise up again. He was wet, rosy and damp. Silco looked, indulging in a long moment to look at the perfect cunt, puffy and needy. He stood and pulled Viktor’s hoodie up and off. 

“Yes, we can’t bathe in our clothes now can we.” Silco said as he drew the fabric up and off, grabbing the shirt underneath as well as the hoodie. Viktor sniffed and let the tops come off, leaving him bared down to his underthings. 

Silco looked over the back brace, the fabric of a binder stuffed underneath. He hummed and ran his hands over the hard brace, the sides that crisscrossed with straps. He found the hard buckles at the sides and waited a moment, letting Viktor know he could still pull away. Viktor didn’t, he just stood stone still, looking down at himself. Silco flicked them open, the brace dropping open. 

“It’s not gonna look right. My-my bones.” Viktor warned as Silco gently pulled the brace away. Silco ignored him, taking the heavy brace away. 

He was right. His ribs drooped on one side, the brace coming away from the three front posts and the seven in the back with slight clicks. Silco watched as he breathed, body seemingly warping around his lungs instead of moving with them. It was grotesque and beautiful, the way the darkness of metal and the golden screws fit into his body. 

“It doesn’t… it hurts but I don’t notice anymore.” Viktor said, trying to make it okay. Trying to make the older man stop looking. 

Silco wiped away a few tears and took in a breath. Finally he’d be able to wreck the boy the way he deserved. In the morning, not now, but soon. 

“Calm, Viktor, you’re beautiful.” Silco said softly, and Viktor sniffled, swallowing before nodding again. Letting the older man know he could keep going. 

Silco refocused on the binder. Just a black top with a zipper down the center. He pulled it down and free, pushing it off Viktor’s shoulders, down to the floor. Viktor curled in a bit as the small buds of his breasts, the small pointed tissue, his pink nipples were bared. 

Silco stepped back, admiring the almost all nude form of his Viktor. He was dotted beautifully with moles, constellations on his snow white skin, the blush that dripped down his collar and rose to the tips of his ears, and between his slim thighs, all pink and needy, glistening with want. 

His leg brace was the only thing left to cover him. 

Silco looked back and the bath was nearly full. He gave Viktor another long look over. Fucking beautiful. Stunning, sparkling like the young delight he was. 

“Take your knee brace off and let’s get you warmed up.” He said and turned away to turn off the water and take a breath. He was hard against his pajamas, he should’ve worn underwear to bed. Viktor was drunk, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted, he had to wait till tomorrow.In the morning. When he was sober again. Then he could ravage him. 

Viktor leaned against the wall to undo the velcro straps of his brace, keeping himself steady as he walked to the tub. Silco easily offered his hands to help Viktor get into the deep tub. 

Viktor moaned as the warm water enveloped him. It had been ages since he last had a bath. His dorm only had showers. It felt amazing on his joints, his back and knee getting a relief for once. He closed his eyes, content to just enjoy the relief. He felt safe and warm, knowing Silco was right there.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, we wouldn’t want you to drown.” Silco said as he eased himself to sit on the floor facing Viktor. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, stuffing them above his elbow. He let his eyes roll over the boy, from his spotted shoulders, to the way his nipples were perky and out in the water, down to his lopsided ribs, to the warm pussy hiding below the water. 

“Are you… You don’t think I look bad?” Viktor asked. The words breathy as he looked down at himself. His head was swimmy but he knew he shouldn’t have come and bothered the professor. Shouldn’t have said that word. He felt guilty, about waking up the professor, about calling him daddy, about getting a bath in his tub. It all felt so nice though. 

Silco looked at him, his eye held something odd. He looked over Viktor once again before touching his eyepatch. The thing that always adored his face. 

“Will you be frightened if I show you something?” Silco asked quietly, watching as Viktor swallowed and shook his head. 

Viktor had heard stories of what Professor Silco was hiding under the patch. But he didn’t believe any of it. The scars even now weren’t scary, pink and stretching, jagged edges around his patch, stretching down to his lip. Viktor never thought they were yucky or scary, he just found them… interesting. Another part of Silco. 

Silco slowly pulled the patch away, pulling it up off his head, baring his face and the darker red scars. The scars weren’t lined, but just a ragged edged ring  around his eye. His eyes. It was… it was sad. The sclera was a dimmed grey, blank almost, and the iris was fogged over, a deep orange color. There was no eyelid to close, just leaving it open around.  

Viktor didn’t notice he started to pout, pity filling him. He knew the pain of healing, the feeling of skin always stretched too tight, the feeling of something not fitting in his own body. 

“You’re not frightened?” Silco asked calmly, a hand dipping into the water, swirling loops under the surface, making the water lightly lap against Viktor’s collarbones, where he’d sunk down into the water. 

“What happened?” Viktor asked quietly, watching as Silco sighed, leaning his head back as he blew out a breath. It wasn’t a story he often told. He’d keep the details non existent. A drunk little boy didn’t need to hear horror stories before bed.

“I was a young man when Zaun was being liberated. I thought I could help bring my home into a new light of independence. Independence came at a price.” Silco said and remembered those days, the journey that brought him here. The tension that overwhelmed Runeterra as Zaun was becoming independent, the uprisings in Entresol before they became incorporated with Zaun. That was much later after Zaun became sovereign. Silco could still remember the days in his youth, when everything was calm. 

He looked back at Viktor’s face. He was staring at Silco’s fingers as they swirled in the water. They sat in silence for a moment before the younger man spoke. 

“I was two when Entresol was attacked. ‘S why I’m all messed up.” Viktor said and looked down at himself. Silco hummed and looked at the boy's body. The screws and outer hardware.

“The gas attacks and the-the chemicals. I don’t think I had parents but I don’t remember. I was one of the kids that got out on the trains when the military came, when the Pilties came. They’re the ones that put the posts and expanders in first, then I got new hardware when I got to the academy.” Viktor explained, his fingers drifting up to brush over the warm metal that stretched through his entirety, connecting to a few that secured his spine. 

Silco had guessed the boy’s ailments came from the lingering chemicals from the attacks in Entresol. But to know the boy had been alone in the attacks, that he’d been injured and experimented on. That he’d been shoved into the livestock trains with thousands of other sick and wounded civilians. The fight the poor thing had gone through was worse than his own. Two tattered pasts. 

They sat there, Viktor sleepy and calm, Silco watching as his chest expanded and fell with each breath, he wondered what his x-rays looked like. Silence was easy and Silco kept twirling the water until it lost the heat. Viktor had his eyes closed, just relaxing. 

“Let’s get you to bed. You’re nearly asleep. Come now.” Silco said softly and helped Viktor out, even as he whined and didn’t want to get out. 

Viktor leaned against the wall as a towel was wrapped around his waist as another started with his hair. He leaned against Silco, getting his shoulder damp as water dripped from his now wilded hair. He was sleepy, laying against Silco’s chest, arms laying loosely around the professor’s waist. 

“Rinse your mouth out and have a glass of water while I fetch your clothes.” Silco said quietly as he situated Viktor against the counter, towel draped over his shoulders. Silco got all the items from the cabinet, leaving them beside Viktor, a little cup of mouthwash and a cup half filled of water. 

Soon Viktor was dressed in his fish print pajama pants and big Academy of Piltover long sleeve. SIlco held onto his arms as he walked to bed. It was past two in the morning, they were both ready to sleep, arousal gone forgotten and calmed. Silco was thankful it was winter break, no classes to worry about. 

“Is this your bed?” Viktor asked as he was laid down, the sheets were slippery and nice and the blanket was heavy. Silco went to the other side, meeting Viktor in the middle of the bed. Viktor smiled as he rubbed against the bedding. 

“Go to sleep Viktor. You can have your birthday present tomorrow.” Silco said and Viktor snuggled into his side. It felt… nice. He was warm and damp, boney but soft skinned. Silco couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep next to someone clothed, warm and cozy. 

“Can I have it now?” Viktor asked as his hand slid off Silco's chest down to his waistband. Silco picked up his hand and put it back on his chest. 

“Do I need to put you over my knee?” Silco teased and Viktor shook his head with a whine. Viktor was soon asleep, his breaths rattled in his chest, exhaustion and alcohol making him sleep soundly. Silco stayed up for who knows how long listening to it, indulging in the intimacy he went without for so long.

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Hades x AFAB!Reader || Drabble

HELLL YES I'M USING THIS GIF.

Plot: So apparently your hot new God lover is not comfortable with the idea of using his cock on you (Apparently his cum is similar to something called... 🔥hot glue??🔥 Which does NOT sound good for your insides- ), so he improvises.

Warnings: Smut!! And, I hate this word but its the word, so- Dildo use. *sigh* 🤦‍♀️ (This word for me is what moist is for Lily Aldrin in HIMYM) Also monsterfucker themes, small gagging mention, Hades drawing out your orgasm for his own sake. Starts out gentle, gets rough.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 . I forgot to tag again! I'm so sorry! But here we go, half an hour later XD I hope you're in a Hades mood!

"Yeah," Hades' smirk is scary, sexy and sharp, looking at the... thing, he's created. "that should do it."

Your eyes are wide, and your cheeks and neck and chest are aflame from the kisses and being propped on the table with your legs parted, feet set on either arm of Hades' throne. Right where he wants you to be, caging him in. "That-... I, uh... Hades... that should do it, for- for... what?"

Its an odd thing, for sure, in his hand. Its cylindrical, thick and long with a soft, rounded tip that's slightly puffier than the rest of it. And at the other end of it theirs a wider, flatter part; A base. And the thick cylinder part is slightly... curved, too. You're not quite sure what you're looking at, though theirs definitely a thought nagging in your minds-eye, so you're just sitting there hot, breathless, exposed and baffled until Hades' takes notice.

When Hades notices your confused eyes, still clouded with the lust he built you up to already but also just... confused, his smirk becomes more devious. No longer can you see his teeth, just lips spread long, high cheekbones, narrowed eyes- and a glint.

"Oh trust me you're gonna love this handy little thing when we're done tonight- I might even let ya keep it, if I'm feeling charitable. A gift; from me to you, babe. Compliments of the house~"

"Its... well- it looks weird."

"This, doll, is an exact replica- of that thing I toldya we're not uh... using, today."

Immediately your face gets hotter, like its caught on fire. THATS what was nagging at you!! That- This thing- its a- its his-

You just called a God's manhood weird-looking. Oh n- Suddenly Hades changes his grip on it, holding the base and moving- disappearing from the throne before your eyes and reappearing again, standing tall before your far littler, mortal form. When the thing kisses your bare and already soaked hole, all thoughts vacate your mind and your hands fly to his toga; gripping the fabric in your fists.

"Trust me, eh? You're gonna love it when I'm done. Would I steer you wrong, babe?"

Dragging your eyes from the thing, up to Hades' eyes, eyes you already feel like you're falling in love with despite the short time you've been spending time together, you give it a think. Would he?

Or- more importantly, do you care? Right now you're absolutely dripping, curling your toes in anticipation of the thing stretching you out (feeling needy just at the feel of it ghosting against your slick skin), clenching Hades' toga in your fists like it'll lesson your achiness at all, and you feel so high on lust you'd do just about anything to be filled. His kisses were like a terrible drug, his tongue hot, thick and skilled teasing yours for what felt like forever, torturing you forever, until he finally attempted to reach his hand up your thigh. You're practically shaking with want. You've never felt it this bad, before. No one's ever turned you into this much an oversensitive mess before just with kissing.

To be fair though you've never been with a God, before.

After a moment you give a nod, desperate to have something fill you- rub against your clit- drag you to the edge by force. Fuck you.

"That's my favourite new plaything~ Okay, now listen,.. " You watch Hades lean down closer to you with glazed-over eyes, until he passes your lips by and you let out a sigh and drop your forehead on his shoulder, as he instead whispers hotly in your ear; "Here's the deal. You come, when I say so. I don't wanna hear any 'Hades I couldn't help it', cuz see I'm not gettin' anything outta this, am I babe?- what am I getting outta this? Nada. We're not even using my actual equipment, here. For your safety. Yah... So you're gonna have to put on a show for me, yeah? So c'mon, gimmie somethin to look back on. Be my personal pornstar."

You're already slipping away into foggy-brain mode, ready to disappear into the feeling of getting fucked, losing yourself in his voice. "Mhmm, o-kay." The smell of smoke is starting to overwhelm you, too, taking over your senses. It fills up your nose when you're this close to him, it warms your body, it leaves a barbecue-like taste on your tongue.

"Gonna haveta hear ya say it, babe. Remind me what's our deal?" The fake-cock presses against your folds, almost-almost breaching the entrance and stretching you and you give a hopeless whine.

"I'll... mm... you're missing out, so- so I'll... "

"Hmmmmm?" Hades decides to be an ass and strokes the thing up an down your folds, making it even harder for you to think. He also presses a simmering kiss to the top of your head to hide his chuckles, the bastard.

"... I'll be a p- pornstar for you... "

"That's right." Theirs a soft kind of pride in his voice that makes yours your insides squeeze, just as he slips the objects head into your pussy; beginning to massage it at a gradual pace in and out, going in deeper and deeper until the whole thing disappears in and out of your little, drippy, stretched entrance. You're gritting your teeth and pressing your forehead hard into his shoulder before you know it, feeling the throws of hot, throbbing pleasure building in you already.

While you're moaning and taking the fake cock in, the curve stretching you open and grinding perfectly against your sensitive clit (just enough to feel good but not enough to help you over the edge), Hades glides the long sharp fingers on his free hand along your thigh down to your knee- then pushes it back gently so your legs are open wider. It somehow maximises the feeling in you and you cant help the way your walls twitch around the thick, slimy instrument. How your hips roll towards it. "Hades! Hades hades hades- please please- "

"Good work, doll!, keep begging and you might just get watcha want outta me~ Maybe." His pumps get ever-so-slightly faster, filling you up more insistently, causing the sloppy suctioning sound of your tight wet cunt to get embarrassingly loud in the big empty room- making him smirk. "Sweetheart trust me you look good there... gonna be hard to talk shop here later on, if ya catch my drift. Eh?~ "

The thought of Hades communing with other gods, or the fates, or just Pain and Panic with his hand under the table pumping his leaky throbbing cock because of you flickers through your brain and makes you squeeze the toy inside you. "Hades! Hades! I- I c- I need- Please please, right there right there! I need y- ahhh," You want to reach down and touch yourself desperately, help yourself selfishly to an explosive climax around this perfect hard toy, but you behave yourself. You bite your lip and fight the urge, wanting to please him. "Faster please!! F- Faster, harder, in m- Ahh!"

Letting out a frustrated, orgasm-mad whine as the toy just continues to drive continuously into you at a moderate pace, only stimulating you enough to make you crazy with want, you decide to play with him some. Stretching slowly, you lean up to graze your lips against the heated skin of his neck. Then your tongue (The tip, then the full flatness, and then you give gentle suck~ Reminding him what you could be doing to him down there. Torturing him as bad as he's tortured you), and as your hands glide down his warm clothed chest, Hades grunts; frustrated himself as your mischievous fingers near his actual cock. "Babe, you know you're playing with fire he- "

Even through his toga, you can feel his length burning up and painfully hard. Gently stroking it, your relax down from his neck as you just weakly take the pounding in your core; delicately playing with his cock meanwhile. Sliding your hand up and down the hidden body part, which may be even thicker then the toy actually, making him twitch.

You almost lose yourself in this, the slow, torturous pleasure and the feeling of Hades' cock under your fingers. After a few moments of this, you notice the fake one shoving into you rougher, making the pressure inside you start to build up slowly so you look up at him; Eyes widening at the look on his face immediately.

With a pent-up frustrated frown at you, Hades starts to ram the damn thing into your hot, puffy walls; ripping you apart and abusing your little clit without a seconds notice. The fire on top of his head flashes orange and you know you did it. "Fine Y/N- you wanna act like a whore, okay. Trust me, I can treat you like a bitch if you want to be."

Your orgasm builds faster then before, the thick curved thing pounding into your pussy again and again at a filthy inhuman speed, fucking you hard and so rough your mouth hangs open obscenely as you press your forehead once again into Hades shoulder- hard. The heel of his hand brushes your skin every time he thrusts the toy inside your meaty walls and its a little detail that reminds you its him. Its not a soulless fucking machine. Its him. You stretch your thighs open wider to increase the feeling, unable to do much other then that but take the fucking- its just how you wanted, its better, its yanking your climax out of you desperately and selfishly.

When you're so so close, Hades makes you stretch your head backwards on your neck and kisses you again; making you gag on his long inhuman tongue for working him up like you did. You let out a strangled moan, shocked that it feels good having your ability to breath stolen from you in such a vulgar way, and stretch upwards towards him, trailing your tongue languidly against his in responce.

When he finally forces an orgasm out of you you're left twitching and shaking against Hades' chest.

"Thereee you go, that was my personal pornstar. Could use some work learning not to ever, mess with me- but for a first go I think that was pretty great. Full marks." Hades chuckles, nudging your chin upwards again - gentle this time, - to look at him. Theirs that devious smirk and those mischievous yellow eyes, looking at you like you're a tasty treat. "Now how about a smile? Maybe a 'thanks. lord of the dead, I feel fucking amazing'?"

With a tired sigh and a spent grin that turns slightly cheeky, you nod okay. "Thank you, oh lord. You did pretty good, too."

Hades' face looks thoroughly unamused at your smartass responce but in the moment with your pussy still throbbing you think its the cutest expression, ever. Then he releases your face and shrugs, an indifferent look on his face now. "Eh, well, I guess you don't want the bath I was gonna draw for ya-- fit for a god, with uh, you know, ambrosia, and stuff. Oh well, see ya next time toots- "

Oh that sounds good, damn. You look after him with sad wide eyes and frown, softly. "... a bath?" Your sweet, tired, fucked-out voice draws him right back in and his voice is gentle on his next words.

"Its in progress, sweetheart."

With that and a happy hum from you, Hades seals his lips to yours for another long, languid kiss while the bath is drawn for you.

[strawwberrry]

“Do you like scary movies?”

TW:nothing really

The rough voice on the other end of the phone asked. You paused for a moment, debating if you should hang up, or keep talking to the stranger. “Yeah, I do” you said, leaning on your counter. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” The mysterious voice asked. You thought of many either you and your friends had watched together at a sleepover, or you had just put on. “Hmm” you hummed in thought “I’d say….. The House of Wax” you smiled. “That’s not scary, but a classic” the voice said. You walked over to the other side of the room, stretching the phone cord from the wall. “Yeah yeah, still good” you shrugged. The voice chuckled then paused, “You gotta boyfriend?” The voice asked. Slightly confused by the random question yet still intrigued “why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” You joked. “Well, do you have a boyfriend?” You grinned, “No, I don’t” you walked back to the phone box. “You never told me your name, baby” Your mouth fell open slightly at the nickname. You didn’t know if you should be flattered or creeped out, but you were leaning towards the first. “Why do you wanna know my name huh?” You said, twirling the phone cord around your index finger “Cause I want to know who I’m looking at” Your heart seemed to drop and your breath caught in your lungs. “What?….” You said, your voice slightly shaky. “I want to know who I’m talking to” he said. Your heart rate sped up, “No no, that’s not what you said” your lunch wanted to come up just at the sheer thought of someone watching you. “Come on baby, we were just getting to know each other” the voice dripping of sarcastic poutyness. The only logical thing you think to do is hang up. You slam the phone on its spot on the wall. God why did you think it was a good idea to talk to strangers huh? You wanted to kick yourself. The phone started to ring again. You stared at it. Then ran upstairs to your room and slammed the door shut. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. This was like a horror movie. You heard foot steps coming up the stairs, and getting closer to your room. You stopped breathing and covered your mouth. You heard something scratch the door. “Baby, I know you’re in there. Just come out, I ain’t going to hurt you” the rough voice said, then chuckled. You backed up into a corner, carful not to make any noise. He pounded his hand onto the door, making it shake. “Get out here, or I will break this fucking door down and gut you like a pig.” His voice dropped. A few tears fell, as he continued to pound. You were frozen and had no idea what to do. The door could break off its hinges any minute. Just ask you were thinking of something, anything to do. CRACK. Your eyes darting over to the door as it fell to the ground. There stood a person with a ghost mask on. Taller then you, and definitely stronger then you. Fuck.

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Cliffhanger! This is inspired by that one scene from scream? Y’all know the one. Anyone this is the first fic I’m posting to this!

[last-herondale]

You Are Enough Pt. 4

Astarion x Fem!Tav

Mentions of virginity

Warnings: none?

AN: I thought about the Halsin scene and I had to throw in a virginity twist.

Ps: If anyone was to make fanart of this— I’d love you forever.

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

You hurried into the tent, your face still burning at full capacity as you plopped down on the bedroll and covered your face. You muttered into your hands, grumbling incoherent words as Astarion strolled in with a book in hand.

“I swear if that wizard touches my editions again—oh, darling,” he said noticing you, “I thought you’d be dining with the others. Is everything alright?”

His voice tinged with alarm as he knelt before you, gently touching your elbow to rouse you from your state. You picked your head up, your eyes wider than you meant to have them.

“I just ate,” you choked out.

Astarion looked absolutely bewildered by your expression. His hand traced the outline of your cheeks with wonder.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so—flustered. I’m quite jealous of that actually,,” his eyes narrowed in playful amusement, “what happened?”

You thought back to the conversation you just had and you could immediately feel more blood rush to your cheeks.

“N-nothing.”

Astarion made a choked sound, almost a mixture of laughter and a purr.

“Come now my sweet, my darling pet,” he murmured, trying to entice the truth from you by leaning in closer, “You’ll tell me won’t you?”

His fingers grazed your knees, tracing higher to the inner part of your thigh. A shiver went down your spine and you stood up suddenly, nearly tripping over him. He steadied you with a chuckle, but his eyes seemed to lose a bit of their playfulness.

“What’s bothering you my sweet?” He asked softly.

The concern in his voice was enough to melt your heart out of its panicked state. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you prepared to confess.

“I just had a very… forward conversation with Halsin after dinner.”

Astarion’s brow arched, but he waited for you to continue.

“He said some flattering things, some lovely things really— and I of course told him about us— about how I feel for you, but he said— gods he even suggested you join in at some point!”

Realization hit Astarion like an owlbear and he began cackling. “HAH! I was wondering when this was going to happen!”

Your face flushed red again and you lightly shoved Astarion. “You knew??”

“In a manner of speaking,” Astarion sniggered, “The man hardly stops talking about “sharing in nature’s gifts!’ I’m surprised he still wears clothes around camp to be honest.”

Astarion put his hands on your shoulders, his smile playfully wicked as he pulled you in closer. “Far be it from me to keep you from your hungers my dear. If you want to romp around in the grass with the Druid, be my guest.”

His expression softened as his hand caressed your neck. “I know we haven’t— and that you’ve been willing to be patient with me and this new level of intimacy… but I will not hold you back from your needs. I want you to be happy.”

“Astarion,” you groaned, your chest beating anxiously. Gods why was this topic so awkward to talk about? “I don’t want to sleep with Halsin, I mean— of course he’s beautiful, if not a bit intimidating… but I… I can’t sleep with him.”

Astarion looked a little relieved, but his brows were still furrowed. “Why not? I promise I won’t be too jealous, even if he is the one that touches you before me—“

“Gods— Astarion I’m a virgin!” You hissed.

Astarion’s eyes widened and he shut his mouth. A small grin teased at his mouth but he was trying to keep it at bay.

“Oh…”

You rolled your eyes and moved away from him to sit on the bedroll again. You put your head in your hands and shook your head.

“I—you never said…” Astarion said gently, sitting beside you.

“I never had a reason to bring it up until now. I didn’t want to—scare you away,” you muttered in your hands.

Astarion laughed softly. “That is the least scary thing about you dear. Though I am surprised. Someone as beautiful and wonderful as you… how could anyone resist?”

You sighed again, lifting your head up slightly. He was being nicer about this than you expected. It did feel like a weight lifted from your shoulders, to finally have everything out in the open with him.

“It was always me— there were others… those that tried to earn my affections, but— I just never felt like it was right with them. I didn’t trust them.”

Astarion held an even gaze. “Do you not trust Halsin?”

“I trust Halsin with my life,” you said immediately, “and under different circumstances, if he’d asked me— I would probably say yes. But I can’t.”

You looked at Astarion, slipping your hand in his and squeezing gently. “I want it to be you. Whenever, if ever you’re ready for that step, I want to take it with you.”

Astarion’s face softened, a sweet smile forming on his lips. He sucked in a shaky breath, “I would be honored to, my sweet.” His voice choked up a bit as he spoke.

“For centuries I’ve been used and wanted for all the wrong reasons. And now, here you are wanting me for something so…pure.” He cupped your face, pulling you closer to him.

“You chose me. Out of everyone in this world, you want me.”

You rested your forehead against his, smiling softly as you closed your eyes. “Only you.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, inhaling the scent of you, “You will have me,” he said, pulling away only slightly so he could look into your eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long— in all of the ways a man could want a woman… so we will have each other. I promise.”

“But not here,” he said gently, running his thumb along your neck, “Not in these cursed shadowlands. I want to see you as you deserve to be seen— bathed in beautiful sunlight.”

You laughed gently, and nodded. “I think I can wait a little bit longer, though you certainly make it difficult.”

He flashed a wicked grin as he pulled you in for a kiss. “I never said the wait would be easy,” he murmured against your lips.

“Good,” you said, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Once you broke apart, you smiled against his neck, “I don’t want easy.”

Pt 5

[onetrackbeanbrain]

Scary? My God You’re Divine (Pt. 2)

TW: Kidnapping, implied sexual themes

Gender-neutral

Patricia x artist!reader

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It had been a day since Patricia took that drawing from you. You’ve been given food by Dennis, and visited once by Hedwig (before he said he wasn’t supposed to be there and rushed out), but nothing from Patricia.

You still remember, mostly, how she looks. You could get a good sketch down even now. If only you had any tools. Honestly, you thought of etching something into the wall, but…you’re not that far gone yet. That- and you didn’t want to piss off Dennis.

‘It should be around dinner-time now. I wonder when I’ll get food..’

Surely, some time passed, and then,

Creeak.

The door opened. A tray of food was left by the door, on the ground. ‘That’s…odd? Maybe Dennis is too busy with the others- and to leave the door open?’

You inched towards the food tray, and notice a note and some other items strewn about it- in addition to the food, of course.

‘The drawin waz realy good. I onlee saw it for a sekond. I wanna draw with u some tim! - Hedwig’

Once you pulled the tray through the door and read the note, it was pulled shut. Next to the note were two pieces of paper and a small shaved down pencil. It didn’t have an eraser with how worn down it was. But the artist in you rejoiced at finally, finally, being able to draw the person at the center of your inspirations. And draw you did-

you sketched a 3/4 angle of Patricia with her eyes closed (because eyes are hard and you don’t have her in front of you to perfect the details), one of her full outfit- the grey turtleneck, skirt, shawl, necklace, and heels (though you would draw the red one later), one of her to the side- making a sandwich- a memory of that day she saw the first drawing, and for the fun of it, you also drew one of Hedwig in a more cartoonish art style in a little superhero pose.

So much time passed as you drew, the only sound (now that the other girls were gone) was your pencil scratching the paper you were given. You took bites of your food while drawing, loosing track of the hours, and eventually, the door gave its telltale cream of opening once more.

By now, you had filled about a page and a half of sketches with them- mostly of Patricia. Some meant to be stills from real life, some meant to capture her aura- or of her with things she expressed interest in: large felines, flowers, or prayer, being the main ones (though that last one was a bit loose. Those drawings seemed more like depicting her as a divine figure, not holy perse but something close.)

And they were all on the floor for Patricia to see when she walked in. She was in a different outfit this time- you would be sure to record it in a sketch later- it was a deep green shawl, like the orange before, and a sage green turtleneck with her black skirt.

“Oh, dear, I am flattered really. I figured this might happen…I step away for one day and Dennis lets Hedwig do whatever he wishes.” She sighs, shaking her head. Though, despite the words, she seems- almost distraught, concerned maybe.

“I have to confess, I don’t particularly understand your fascination with drawing us. Or, me, in particular.” She says, glancing down at the drawings that littered the papers, clasping her hands together in front of her.

It was rather obvious they were meant to be her, the outfits were giveaways- being the only woman you’ve seen in Kevin’s system. She just didn’t understand why. They weren’t all of her of course, she almost smiled at the one miniature drawing of Hedwig once she spotted it. But there were enough for her to be cautious.

“I do hope this is not reminiscent of, Dennis’ nature, let’s say. I would be very upset to find something like that among the drawings, dear.” Patricia nearly spat out.

You would have choked on your food had you not finished eating earlier. “What? I wouldn’t- I would never do that!”

“Of course, you wouldn’t find it fitting to get back at your kidnappers in the only way you have control over in this place, right?” She supplied, with a vicious sarcasm, a furrowed brow and tight smile.

“No. I wouldn’t.” This was the most confident you’d been since you’ve been here, “and I would ask you not insult me as an artist, that I would even think to do that to a person without their consent.” You dragged out, anger and fear mixing together now, causing your sentence to fade slightly at the end.

“Mm, then you won’t mind me taking these. Will you, dear?” Patricia asked, bending down to grab them.

You slid the drawings away from her slightly,

“I-I worked hard on these. Please, you won’t throw them away, right miss?”

“It doesn’t matter what I do with them, you never should have had this paper in the first place.” She grabbed the edge of one of the papers.

“Patricia, please.” You begged. You were proud of these sketches. And, she was right, it’s all you have here. So maybe you’re a bit protective over them.

You locked gazes for the first time since you’ve saw her in the kitchen. And she replied, “…I won’t throw them away, dear.”

Only then did you let the paper go. And you reluctantly handed her the other sketch paper as well. She reached for it, and your hands brushed- not unlike you brushing your hand along her shoulder that past day. But now, she jerked her hand away like she was stung.

Holding the papers close to her chest, Patricia gave you one last glance, and walked out of the room- closing the door.

…She left the food tray on the floor with you- so you’ll be seeing them again soon when they retrieve it. Maybe you can ask one of the others what she did with the drawings? Or maybe she’ll come for the tray? ‘Wishful thinking…’

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Patricia POV:

She walked away from the door at a quickened pace, clutching the papers with fully detailed sketches on it- sketches of- of her. There was some sort of feeling she couldn’t shake.

Only when she reached her bed and placed the sketches on her nightstand, next to a post it note, did she realize something she had forgotten,

She sighed, thinking about the encounter, ‘I left the food tray in that room didn’t I?’

[mariswxt]

we could be more | dean winchester | 18

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : HOUSE OF MEMORIES - PANIC!AT THE DISCO 

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the surroundings. Which was mostly blood. And fire. And more blood. “What the hell-“ 

“Hello, Ivonne.” I saw a demon in front of me, a short, pudgy man in a suit. He looked like a five year old with a big forehead. I chuckled, smirking. 

“Looks like I’m in it.” 

“We’re been waiting for you.” 

“Flattered.” I sniped. “Who are you?” 

“Demon.” 

“And you’re wearing a suit like you’re the boss? Keep dreaming.” He was silent, so I laughed again. “Oh, so you are? I was expecting more of an intimidating visage, really. But good on you, I supposed.”

“No-no.” He grunted distastefully, then put on the smirk again. “Lucifer’s… on holiday. My name’s Crowley, the demon who’ meant to handle you, and you’ve got the penthouse here. You’re in Hell, honey, and there’s no escaping.”

Dean woke up in a bed that wasn’t his, looking around in confusion. He got up and walked into the living room of the apartment, then took out his cell and called Sam.

‘Dean?’ 

“Sam?” 

‘What's going on?’ 

“I don't know. I don't know where I am.”

’What? What happened?’ 

“Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me.” 

‘The gin? You’re drinking gin?’ 

“No, asshat. The Djinn. The... scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up... in a weird place.”

Sam chuckled. ‘You mean your apartment, the place you live?’ 

“And Beanie… oh god, Beanie… she’s dead.”

’Who’s Beanie? Who is she, Dean?’ 

“Ivy. Our Ivy, don’t you remember her?” 

‘Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me.’ 

“I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!” 

‘Look, it's late. All right, just get some sleep and, um, I'll ... see you tomorrow. OK?’ 

“Wait, Sam. Sam!” Sam hung up, so Dean searched his contacts. 

No Ivy.

“Dean.” Mary Winchester frowned when she saw her son at the door. 

“Mom?” Dean whispered, his voice breaking. 

“What are you doing here? Are you all right?” 

“I don't know.” 

“Well, come inside, then.” She led him inside, concerned. “What’s going on?” 

“Let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed?” 

“I-I don’t understand-“ 

“Just answer the question.” 

“I told you angels were watching over you.” 

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I don't believe it.” He hugged her tightly, tears threatening to fall down his face. 

“Honey, you're scaring me.” Mary murmured. “Now just tell me what's going on.” 

“You don't think that wishes can, can really...” 

“What?” 

“Forget it. I’m just happy you’re here, is all.” He took her shoulders. “You're beautiful.” 

“What?” 

“Hey, when I was uh... When I was young was there ever a fire here?” 

“No, never.” 

“I thought there was.” He smiled. “I guess I was wrong. Dad's on a softball team.” 

“He loved that stupid team.” Mary chuckled. 

“Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a...” 

“A stroke. He died in his sleep, you know that.” 

“Hey, Nate. Nate!” A boy of around eight dashed down the stairs, jumping down the last three. A blonde woman who looked in her early 20s ran after him, while a slightly older guy followed at a slower pace. “Nathan Michael Rainer, get back here! You can play Captain America another time; your bedtime was fifty minutes ago!” The surname struck a chord, and Dean’s eyes widened. Could she…

“Lily!” The guy called, then threw up his hands in exasperation. He then turned to Dean and Mary in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs Winchester, I didn’t know you were having guests around.” 

“No, that’s ok, honey, it was a surprise to me too.” Mary laughed, then gestured to Dean. “This is my elder son, Dean.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Dean held out a hand, which the boy shook. 

“You too, man. I’m Carter.” Carter grinned, then looked behind him. So… that was Carter Rainer.

“Hell of a grip.” 

“Back atcha. Excuse me, my brother’s on a sugar high. Shouldn’t have let him eat ice cream after seven. Or eat ice cream at all.” He jogged off, and Mary shook her head with a giggle. 

“Who’s…” 

“Oh, come on, Dean.” Mary sighed. “Carter’s Sam’s best friend and you definitely know this. You’re drunk, aren’t you?” 

“No.” Dean shook his head. “‘Course not.” 

“Well, Audrey and Michael’s kids are over for Christmas while they’re having their anniversary together in Hawaii. Though it’s hard managing Nate without- oh, speak of the angel.“ The doorbell rang, so Mary rushed to open it, the person behind her masked by the hug they gave each other. 

“I hope I’m not late to the party.” The voice broke Dean’s heart, and he had to gulp back tears, heading into the dining room to recover, but still peering through the door. She’s alive. “Is Nate in bed?” 

“Too much ice cream.” 

“Ok, so he’s a race car by now, got it.” Ivonne Rainer walked in, taking off her beanie and leather jacket, hanging it up. Then, just as Nate ran past, she scooped him up, making him giggle. “Someone’s not sleepy, huh?” 

“No!” Nate pouted, folding his arms. “I want to stay up, like the rest of you.” 

“Oh, but you’re sleepy, Nate.” She insisted. Then she moved her pointed in a loop around his face, his eyes following as the circle got smaller. “You’re getting sleepier, and sleepier, and boop!” She tapped his nose. “You’re really sleepy.” Nate yawned, and she smiled, kissing his forehead. “There we go.” Then she turned to Quinn, who emerged from the kitchen. “Quinn, you get the honour of putting Sleepy Nate to bed. I’ll help Mrs Winchester out.” 

“Sure thing.” Quinn smiled, taking Nate upstairs. Dean blinked; it was hard to look at her the same after seeing her as a dreamwalker, being the cause of Ivy’s death and also being a hardcore psycho. However, it was good to see her, well, normal.

Ivy turned to Carter and Lily. “You two better get some sleep too.” 

“We’re 23 and 20, sis, not 15 and 12.” Carter smirked, rolling his eyes. The ages at which they died.

“I’m 27, so I hold the cards.” Ivy retorted, ruffling Carter’s hair. “Head up, short stack.” 

“I’m four inches taller.” 

“You used to be four inches smaller.” 

“Yeah, when I was twelve.” 

“Go and I’ll get you a burrito for breakfast.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Lily and Carter saluted in sync and headed upstairs, and Ivy turned to Mary with a triumphant grin. 

“Madness fixed.” She laughed. 

“Thank goodness, I can finally rest.” Mary joked as they went into the dining room. Dean’s eyes instantly fell on Ivy, his breath hitching. She looked the same, except she looked happier. Less worn, and she had a tattoo of three flying birds on her collarbone. The scar on her eyebrow was the same, her freckles were in place, but she had a few more laugh lines, and she had dimples when she smiled. 

She looked beautiful to him. Well, she always looked beautiful.

“Should I put on a cup?”

“That would be amazing. Oh!” Mary exclaimed upon seeing Dean. She walked up to him, guiding him by the arm to face Ivy. “Dean, this is Ivonne, you haven’t met her yet. She works in the force in Jersey. Ivy, this is Dean.” 

“Dean?” Ivy smiled, giving him a look which made his knees weak. “The Dean? Big brother, Dean?” 

“That Dean, yeah.” Dean nodded, and they shook hands, though his hand lingered for a bit longer than he’d intended it to. 

“It’s great to meet you, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Been dying to see the dude that raised Sammy.” 

“Yeah. You’re, uh, you’re lookin’ at him.” 

“I’m glad I am.” She turned to Mary, taking her shoulders gently. Is this what she’d be like had her siblings survived? “Mary, I’m gonna set some dinner up for Dean in the kitchen, you relax. Watch some TV.” 

“Thanks, sweetie.” 

“No problem.” She shrugged, then turned to Dean with a crooked, winning grin that mirrored her usual one, making Dean’s heart leap from his chest. “D’you want dinner, or are you gonna keep standing there?” Dean blindly followed her into the kitchen, at a loss for words. “So, the Dean, what d’you do for a living?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

“Try me, why don’t you?” 

“I… I’m a… hunter.” 

She grinned, though there was a flicker of something else. “Not that hard, is it? Dad’s hobby was hunting before he married my mom. Taught me how to shoot, so I went in the force. Majored in Criminology and also did a side course in folklore.” 

“Shoo in at the academy, I’m guessing.” He chuckled. 

“Oh, you have no idea.” 

“I might.” She didn’t respond, busy cutting a cucumber with surprising accuracy. He stared at her, and at the necklace hanging from her neck, smiling softly and almost breathlessly. “Good with knives too?” 

“Perks of havin’ a mom who’s good in the kitchen and a dad who’s good with guns.” She looked up, catching him staring. “Whatcha starin’ at?” 

“You.” He blurted, then caught his words. “You, uh, cause you’re… you’re beautiful.” 

“Thanks.” She giggled. “And here I thought you were the take it slow type.” 

“Oh-“ 

“I’m just kidding, you’re good. No harm in complimenting a woman.” She passed him a plate of salad and a plate with a burger, both of which he dug into happily. The salad? More reluctantly, but still. “If we’re trading compliments, then I think you’re handsome.” 

“Do you?” He chuckled, looking up. 

“I do. I say it like I see it.” 

“I’m familiar with it.” 

“So, Dean, got a special lady where you’re from?” She had a twinkle in her eye, and Dean bit his lip, smiling. 

“Yeah, yeah I do. I did.” He nodded. 

“You did?” Her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yeah, past tense.” 

“You don’t have to talk about it-“

“No, I can. It was a while ago.” He gulped, swallowing the tears. “I called her Beanie, cause she was always wearing one, but, uh, her name’s… Hazel.” 

“I’d love this Hazel.” Ivy smiled, sitting down with a cup of tea. “My middle name’s Hazel. Tell me more about her.”

”She was… badass.” A goofy grin spread across his features, lighting them up. “Always had a plan, always knew what to say. She’d set me straight if I needed to be set, and her smile…” 

“Let me guess, it can light up the room?” 

“Nah. It could cause a power outage.” 

“That good, huh?” 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for y-her.” He caught his words. “If she was still here.” 

“Sounds like a lucky girl.” She smiled. 

You’re that lucky girl.

“No, I was a lucky man.” She made a face as if she was deducing something for a split second, then it looked like she pushed the thoughts down. 

“Do I- Do I know you from… somewhere?” 

“No.” He shook his head. “Probably not.” 

“You just seem…” She let out a sigh that bordered on nostalgic, “familiar.” 

“Like you’ve just met someone but you feel like you’ve known them forever?” 

“Pretty much.” She tilted her head. “You’re a strange one, Dean Winchester.” 

“And is that a bad thing?” 

“I work in the force. Strange is a normal thing.”

The next morning, Dean woke up, and the first thing on his mind was the Djinn. Then he thought of someone who can help. He got up, walking over to where he thought Ivy would be, which was… making Nate eat his breakfast. 

“You’ve got it.” She ruffled his hair, then saw Dean. A smile lit up on her face, and she walked over. “Morning, Dean. Whatcha want for breakfast?” 

“To talk. To you.” He gulped, and a look of concern crossed her face. 

“Yeah, of course. C’mon, Mary gave me John’s study if I ever needed quiet time.” They went into a small room with well kept books on the shelves, and she shrugged. “What’s up?” 

“Do you have any books on folklore? Like… creatures and stuff? I’m curious about one.” 

She took off a book, the exact book she used to use when she was alive, flicking through it. “Mhmm. Which one?” 

“Djinn.” 

“Djinn… got it.” She tapped a place on the page. “I can barely read Ancient Greek, but what do you wanna know?” 

“If they can really grant wishes.” 

“Yeah, they… can.” Ivy furrowed her brow, staring at him weirdly. “Dean, these are mythical creatures. You can’t possibly think they’re real.” 

“I do.” He stepped forward, the coil in his head snapping. “And something tells me that you think the same.”

”What-“ 

“I know more about you than you think. Ivonne Hazel Rainer, born on January 9th, 1979 to Audrey and Michael Rainer. Your favourite colour is the orange the leaves turn in fall. Your favourite band is Led Zeppelin. During high school, you had a phase where you were a blonde babe.” 

“How do you-“ 

“Your leather jacket was your father’s. You stole Carter’s beanie, but that’s fine cause you got him another one for his birthday. Everything you know about fighting came from your dad.” 

She took out her gun, aiming it at him, fire blazing in her grey eyes. “Are you some kind of elaborate stalker? If you are, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out.” She flicked off the safety when the doorbell rang, and she put the gun down, putting the safety on. “You’re safe for now, douche.” She stored the gun in her waistband, hiding it with her shirt, then jogged down to the door and opened it to reveal Sam and Jessica. 

“Sam, man!” Carter yelled, and Sam grinned. 

“Carter!” They bro hugged, while Ivy hugged Jessica tightly. 

“How have you been?” She asked Jessica, who then started gushing about her day. Dean started talking to Sam, but found that their relationship wasn’t what it used to be. “Hey, Sammy.” She smiled. 

“Ivy!” Sam hugged her, but Ivy had to stand on her toes. “How’s work? Catch any bad guys?” 

“Loads. Now come on, I’ve made breakfast.” She looked up at him. “Am I shrinking or are you getting taller?”  

“Neither.” When they got inside and everyone headed to the kitchen, Ivy pressed her forearm to Dean’s collarbone and shoved him into a side room, pinning him to the wall. 

“How do you know so much about me, huh?!” She interrogated. “What are you, a psychic? Shapeshifter? Demon?” 

Dean’s eyes widened upon hearing it. “You don’t work in the force, do you-“

”Answer the question!” 

“I know all that because I knew you. In a place where you had a much worse life.”

”You’re lying.”

”Would I have your gun if I was?” Dean took out Ivy’s - his Ivy’s - gun, showing it to her. 

“My gun.” She breathed. “What… how?” 

“Girl called Hazel? That’s you. I somehow got into this reality where everything’s great, but it isn’t. There were newspapers in your office of incidents that I was meant to stop. With Sam and you. And you’re not meant to be alive.” 

“What are you talking about?”

”In my, uh, reality, you’re a lot rougher around the edges. That’s cause Quinn? She dies of cancer because your dad took her on a hunting trip that got her turned, and he OD’d her with dead man’s blood and made it look like cancer, so she died. Your dad dies because a dreamwalker carved his heart out. Then the dreamwalker, who you found out much later was Quinn, possesses Carter and makes him murder your mom, your then unborn brother Nate and Lily. Then you shoot him in self defence. All of this happened when you were nineteen, and you went on a monster killing spree until you were twenty six, which is when you met me. A year later, the dreamwalker comes back, and you reveal the truth. It forces you to kill your boyfriend and almost kills your dad. Now, you also had a rune preventing you from using sorcery that was meant to go to your brother. That could only be broken by a love sacrifice, and to break it you pushed me out of the way of Quinn’s attack and…” He paused, gritting his teeth, “you made me kill you.” 

“And why?” 

“So she couldn’t get to you again.” 

“You’re made of bull, you know that, right?” She scoffed, taking out her gun. “I don’t believe you. I really don’t.” 

“Look at me.” He ordered, “Look me in the eye, Beanie, and tell me if I’m lying.” 

“I don’t need to look you in the eye to tell.” 

“I loved you!” Dean burst out, breathing heavily. “Hell, more than I’d like to admit. I’ve tried to get over you, but I… I can’t.” 

“Still full of-“

“Just take one look at me and tell me whether I’m lying. Please, Beanie.” 

She sighed in defeat, then gave him a long, hard look. “You’re not, are you?”

”That’s what I was tryna tell you.” She let him go, biting her lip. 

“You better be telling the truth. Otherwise I’d skin you alive. In the meantime, we’ve got your mom’s dinner party.” 

A plate of asparagus was set in front of Dean, making Ivy chuckle. “Wow, that... looks awesome.”

“To Mary.” Ivy raised her glass. “Happy birthday.” 

“To Mary.” Everyone clinked their glasses together, sipping. Sam and Jessica shared a kiss, and Dean smirked. 

“What do you say, later we get you a cheeseburger?” She grinned, leaning closer to him. 

“You’re an angel.” Dean whispered.

“I know.” 

“How’d you become such a cool chick?” 

“Ask my dad, not me.” 

“All right. Jess and I actually have another surprise for Mom's birthday.” Sam announced, turning to Jessica. “Ah... You wanna tell 'em?” 

“They’re your family.” Jessica insisted. 

“Alright.” 

“What?” Mary asked excitedly. “Tell me what?” Sam held up Jessica’s hand, entwined with his, a ring flashing on it. “Oh my God! That's so wonderful.” We all stood up sans Dean, hugging each other. 

“Don’t forget the boys, Sam.” Carter grinned, clapping Sam on the shoulder. 

“Oh, come on, Carter.” Quinn chastised with a smile incredibly similar to Carter’s. What is he thinking? They’re twins, of course they’d be similar. “We’re so happy for you.” 

“And come to think of it,” Ivy teased, hugging Jessica, “you were both shyer than Carter in his teens when you met each other.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes playfully. 

“That’s no way to talk to your marriage planner. Now, c’mon, we need to break out the champagne! And no, Lily, you’re underage.” 

“Come on!” Lily complained. 

“Lily, just one year.” 

“One year’s too long.” 

“Sorry, bite size.” Carter smirked, sipping champagne. “You’ve gotta wait.”

“You ok?” Ivy asked, sitting down on the sofa beside Dean and offering him a beer. He gladly took it, sipping it. 

“Sammy and I don’t get along.” Dean lamented, and she shrugged. 

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” 

“I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone.”

”Doesn’t make a lick of sense, dude.” She took a sip. “My alternate version, what did she say to you before she died?” 

“She called me a dumbass.” He grinned, then faltered. “Said that she didn’t want to die so soon, but she had no option. She made me promise that I wouldn’t blame myself for her death, even though I’m the one that did it.” 

“She asked you to do it, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then don’t blame yourself.” She shrugged, then laughed. “She sounds like a smart girl.” Ivy turned, seeing him staring with the same look as yesterday. “What?” 

“You’re so much more happier here.” He chuckled. “It’s relieving. To know that if all that crazy shtick hadn’t happened, you might be… who you are now. You wouldn’t be so hard set, so averse to new opportunities-“ 

“What new opportunities?” 

“This.” With that, he cupped her cheek, kissing her. He pulled back almost instantly running a hand through his hair as he internally cursed himself for kissing someone who was a stranger to him in this world. “Damn, Ivy, I’m so sorry-“ He was pulled back in for another kiss, Ivy holding his shirt but then cupping the nape of his neck. Then something seemed to switch, and she pulled back, standing up. 

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but… no.” Ivy let out a breathless chuckle, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her hair. “Whatever this is? It comes from your love for your Ivy, not me. I can’t replace her, Dean. I’m not rough around the edges like she is. My family’s alive, Dean, and i’d very much like it to stay that way, but we need to get you back. To your family.” 

“I’ve only got Sammy left in my world.” He frowned, “I’m not sure I want to go back.” 

“Well, you need to, buddy.” She clapped his shoulder. “C‘mon, let’s get you to wherever the Djinn was.” 

“First…” He held a finger up, “I need a silver knife.” 

“You kidding me?! It’s 12 in the morning!” 

“I still need it!” 

“Fine, but get the largest one, yeah? I’m waiting in the Impala.” 

“You don’t have the-“ She held up the keys. “Yeah, should’ve known you’d swipe ‘em from my pocket.” 

“Mhmm. Meet me in the car.” 

Ivy was tapping the steering wheel impatiently when Dean got in, holding up the knife. Then after him came Sam. 

“Sam?!” She hissed to Dean. 

“Wha…” He turned to see Sam. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m coming with you.” He panted.

”No, he’s not.” Ivy refused. 

“You're just gonna slow us down.” Dean grimaced. 

“Us?!” Sam exclaimed indignantly. “What, is Dean some undercover cop?” 

“You could say that.” Ivy huffed. “Sam, this is dangerous and you could get seriously hurt.” 

“Well, tough.” 

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

”Nope.” 

“Ok, but don’t blame me and go crying to Jessica if you get hurt.” She floored it, driving off. 

“What's in the bag?” Sam asked, spotting the bag in between Dean and I. 

“Nothin’.” Dean sighed. 

“Nothin’?” 

“Nothin’.” 

“Fine.” He grabbed the bag, starting to open it. 

“Sam, you don’t wanna know what’s inside.” Ivy groaned. 

“Oh really?” He took out the container of blood, making her shake her head. “Blood?” 

“We needed a knife dipped in lamb’s blood.”

”You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?” 

“There’s this thing, a Djinn. We need to hunt it.” Dean explained. 

“Stop the car.” Sam ordered. 

“This is why I said you shouldn’t come along.” Ivy snapped. Sam pulled out his phone, dialling a number. 

“I mean, you guys are obviously having a psychotic breakdown, and-“ She grabbed his phone, throwing it out the window. 

“We’re not psychotic. This here? It’s real.”

”My phone-“ 

“Tough, kid.” She sighed. “Listen to me and listen to me carefully, Sam. I’m not a police officer. I’m what people like me call a hunter. And I hunt demons, ghosts, you name the supernatural creature, I hunt it. Dean does too. A Djinn grants wishes, and Dean here seems to be stuck in one. Got it?” 

“What about Carter? Lily, Quinn, Nate, do they know this?” 

“Nope. They don’t know a thing, and you’re not gonna tell anyone, you hear me?” 

“Loud and clear.” 

“Good. Now sleep.” 

“But-“ 

“Sleep.” 

They pulled up at the Djinn’s hideout, and Sam woke up with a jerk. “Where are we?” 

“Not in Kansas.” Ivy quipped, getting out of the car. “We’re in Illinois.”

”And you think there’s something in there?” 

“Yeah.” She nodded exasperatedly. “Yeah, he does. Let’s go.” They headed inside, but found nothing. Yet. 

“See? There’s nothing. C’mon, l-let’s just go.” There was a sound, and Sam yelped. “What the hell is that?”

”Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut.” Dean ordered. They stalked through the halls, then they split. Ivy checked on the bodies hanging from the stands, muttering under her breath. “What if that's what the Djinn does? It doesn't grant you a wish, it just makes you think it has.” Dean wondered, making her join them. 

“Listen, it might come back-“

”What if I'm like her? What if I'm tied up in here some place? What if all this is in my head? I mean it could, you know, maybe it gives us some kind of supernatural acid, and then just feeds on us slow.” 

“That doesn’t make sense.”

”It's - it's like more and more like I'm catching flashes of reality. You know, like I'm in here somewhere, and I'm - I'm catatonic, and I'm taking all this stuff in but I, but I can't snap out of it.”

”Yeah, OK, look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I was wrong. You're not crazy but we – we – we need to get out of here. Fast.” Sam tried to pull Dean with him, but Dean detached himself. 

“I don’t think you’re real.”

Sam took Dean’s arms, gripping them tight. “Dude, you feel that? You feel this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please—“

”There’s one way to be sure.” Dean pulled out the knife.

”Woah, what are you doing?” 

“It’s an old wives’ tale. If you’re about to die in a dream, you wake up.” 

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. All right?” 

“Do it, Dean.” Ivy urged, stepping forward. 

“You stay back!” Sam snapped harshly. Everyone appeared, surrounding him. “Why did you keep digging? Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, Dean?” 

“Because this isn’t real.” Dean shook his head. “Ivy’s meant to be dead.” 

“She’s alive here.” Carter insisted. “You love her. Don’t lose her.” 

“It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let’s go home.” Mary pleaded. 

“I'll die.” Dean whispered. “The Djinn'll... drain the life out of me in a couple of days.” 

“But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain. Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.” 

“You don't have to worry about Sam anymore.” Jessica smiled. “You get to watch him live a full life.”

”Don’t listen.” Ivy begged. “What’s dead should stay dead, Dean. You’re not going to get anything out of this.”

”Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you.” Sam stepped forward, holding out his hand. “Give me the knife.” 

“Do it.” 

“I’m sorry.” Dean lifted the knife, plunging it into himself-

I gasped, my eyes flying open as I tried to sit up, but my head collided with wood. Straight wood. 

“What’s going..?” I panted, looking around, but meeting the boring sight of oak each time. “Am I in a coffin?” 

I started banging on the ceiling, yelling out. 

“HELLO?!”

”IS ANYONE THERE?!”

”I’M BURIED ALIVE!”

Oh boy.

A/N Time!

I feel like I should explain this episode. Dean loves Ivy, as he revealed, but his idea of a dream world with Ivy is her living the life she was supposed to, where her family’s alive. It’s also where she’s getting with him on HER terms (my sweet boy’s a gentleman) and not because it’s what he wants. And she encourages him to stab his elf because the Djinn made a mistake when interpreting that Ivy’s ‘always on Dean’s side’ because she encouraged him to break free.

Anyway, that’s enough wafflin’ from me.

Love y’all, and feel free to comment, reblog and like!

Arty :)

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[lucysgirlcunnie]

i've been lurking the forced misgen/forced feminisation/humiliation/forced breast expansion side of tumblr for a while- you're actually the first blog i've interacted with- i've been on t for about 4/5 months now and i dont know what's happening its just that my nipples have been so sensitive and i cant bind due to medical stuff so i just have this double d tits jumping around all day- i mean i can feel them moving constantly, rubbing against tables and things- and cuz of the t weight gain all my shirts have gotten smaller so they're just pressing up against the cotton.. it makes me so wet, i dont know what to do i spent a good hour just rubbing my nipples i mean what the fuck i've never been that wet before EVER and it didnt stop it just kept spiraling and now trying to work out how to get womens underwear without outing myself (im in a small town) and how i can reach my g-spot with my own fingers- god i want to submit to this ftmgirl thing but im still selfaware enough to be utterly humiliated by it, can i get some thoughts from a ftmgirlie?

i am so flattered that im one of the first blogs you've interacted with!! also im so proud of you for reaching out girl💗💖, it can be scary and intimidating to do at first but its definitely the right thing.

its very common that when us girls go on t, instead of it making us into men, it makes us into sluts💖. if you give a female a "man" sex drive what do you expect will happen? its kind of silly how surprised we all get when a couple months in our cunts start begging us for cock and to become bitches in heat💕, but only real men are really capable of handling that sex drive as nature intended💗.

so it makes perfect sense that your female nipples are responding too, theyre asking you to listen to your biology, thats why you get wet too! your pussy and your body loves your gorgeous, plush tits. im so glad you havent gotten rid of them either, neither have i and im so relieved. its also so relatable that once you give in to one thing (sensitive nipples💖) you quickly fall down the rabbit hole and give in to the next thing (girls underwear💗) and the next thing (finding your g spot🌸 ). us girls are kind of weak willed like that hehe🥰

i think being utterly humiliated by making such a silly mistake and confusing yourself for a man is a good thing, i completely relate, everyday im humiliated by myself and how pathetic i am and you know what? it makes my pussy even more soaked!🌸 females are designed this way, and no matter whether we take t or call ourselves men we just cannot escape our biology💗 and theres something really beautiful about that.

just give in, it will feel insanely good and way better than pretending to be a man ever could, fuck your cunt, jiggle your tits, buy that pretty pink dress and those lacy bra and panties you keep staring at, be the girl you know you are alongside me - im still on my journey too! and asks like these help convince me as well 💗

[rei-does-stuff]

Don’t be a coward.

France x America

This gives me an excuse to put my fic abt them here!

Context My France and America aren’t related like most other peoples hcs bc I’m an annoying contrarian

And I find the will they won’t they dynamic, friendly flirting between them a way funner dynamic, they aren’t together but they’re definitely at least a little into each other even if they won’t act on it

UK hates it bc hes hopelessly in love with france even tho she DOES NOT like him in the slightest like at all, like 0% like he is NEVER GONNA WIN HER EVER

Okay? Okay time for the bad fanfic now <3

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Already the UK found this party atmosphere stifling, being a literal demon from hell usually had its perks but being the only who couldn’t get drunk wasn’t one of them. And god he wished he could drink away the sight before him.

“Oh Amé! You look ridiculous! Do you even know how to wear a tux properly? I swear the only thing you even know how to wear are those ugly sunglasses!” France teased.

“Ugly? Oh now you’re just insulting my poor heart! It’s very fragile, you know?” America said, feigning offense.

“Oh I bet, is that why you can’t even button your shirt properly?” France said as she went close to fix America’s clothes herself.

“Well if you have so many opinions maybe you should just dress me yourself?” America told her with a wink.

“Maybe I should, you’d look a lot better.”

“Oh so I already do look good?”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, god knows your ego is big enough.” France laughed as she handed America a pocket mirror. “There we go, you look a million times better!”

“Well look at that! I guess ya have some talent!” America said as he looked at himself with France’s mirror.

“Don’t push your luck with me.”

“Oo scary! You could kill me that with that stare!” America teased.

“I hope I can, wipe that smug smile off your face for once!”

“Can’t help it with that priceless reaction of yours Frenchy! Why don’t I get you another glass of wine as a thank you gift? Hm?”

“Oh now you’re just trying to bribe me!” France scoffed.

“I didn’t hear a no!”

“Oh shut up! Hurry up, I don’t like waiting you know? Better make it two, as an apology for having to deal with you.”

“You got it baby!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Can’t hear you, getting your wine!” America called out as he goes off to get France her wine. UK could have sworn he saw her smile a little.

As America went over to the bar he could see the UK glaring at him. “Woah, what’s with the scary look old man?” He asked.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

“Did what?”

“Dress all ridiculous! You were trying to get her attention, that’s cheap even for you!” The UK said bitterly.

“Uh? Duh? It worked didn’t it? You sound angry man!” America almost immediately realized what was going on though. Surprising, for him. “Ohh right, you’re like really into France aren’t you? Oh you must’ve been pretty pissed huh? Ha! Oh man, I was wondering why you were creep-watching us you weirdo!” He laughed.

“You’re not funny.”

“She doesn’t think so! Oh don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna do anything like THAT. I ain’t into French girls.” America said nonchalantly.

“So what’s even the point?”

“Uh? Because I’m a grown ass man who can do whatever the hell he wants. Plus knowing it pisses you makes me wanna do it even more? Maybe I should sleep with her now honestly….Relax! Relax! Stop death glaring at me I’m only kidding!”

“What the hell does she even see in you? You’re a mess!” The UK exclaimed.

“A hot, funny, charming mess! That’s my appeal! Sorry to say but most women aren’t into sad bitter old men dude.” America said.

“I can be charming!”

“Can you though? I mean even Germany can get a date and he’s not even into that crap!” America said, he looked back at France who looked like she was getting impatient. “Ah shit! Gotta run, look man, instead of sitting here brooding and watching us like a weirdo, try to do something! Or I dunno, maybe try getting with someone else cause she is INTO me!” He laughed as he left with the wine.

UK growled seeing them talking, but the twat’s words did kick in, probably wasn’t a good idea to keep staring at him, if he was gonna get France’s attention be was gonna have to try harder…

But for now the sight of them together was making him sick enough to leave, tomorrow though? He’d make sure that American stood no chance against him.

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Basically UK gets cucked, the fic! Not that great but I haven’t written ch stuff in a bit so shhhhh

[blueiight]

i think you're a kircheis expert tbh 🤔 you don't always talk about him but i think you get him

i am so so flattered… kircheis is my baby😢😢i think its cuz like i watched the gaidens obsessively before moving onto s2 my first watcharound and the question rly lingered the more he haunted reinhard like ‘what kind of person would be able to be reinhard’s only companion’ (& all tht entails) for half of their lives? like we just rewatched swv today + its just 1 of many examples of how kircheis both operates as reinhard’s emotional support + physical brawn and being mocked as the ‘vassal’ the ‘help’ like letting that negative rep just glide off ur shoulders not only cuz reinhard also has neg rep but bc kircheis himself truly loves both reinhard and annerose..that true sense of devotion kircheis has is as moving as it is .. kinda scary. not to say in a bad way but its intense!! like what if our proposal was galactic conquest & we was 15 year olds in boarding school. and we never rly get to see kircheis’s answer to what was posed in the end of s1- the prospect of what his life could look like without this devotion/love . but love / gentility is so essential to who kircheis is too. kircheis is the only chara in a milsf ova thats motivated by that first & not ideology/ambition/conquest/loyalty to a shared cause or to a leader. like the cause is secondary to kircheis’s love. he was loyal to reinhard when they were boys with nothing. its like. its sad as it is moving.. i rly wanna get into dishonor again cuz i have so many thoughts on how kircheis is so uncomfortable bc love + devotion moved the characters hes investigating into doing seedy shit yet funny enough the events go down to where it just reinforces his determination to be the hearth to reinhard’s flame… god. im always fond of a gentle giant bc i am an ungentle giant myself.

[proxythe]

Hello dear mutual

I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU I ADORE YOUR ART!!! Call me your biggest fan if u dont have one already /hj

Always wanted to interact w you more but!!! Interactions are scary!!! So I'm sticking w liking your art and rb.......

but honestly, you really inspired me, because im a transmasc and well, god gave me two big naturals and honestly, I don't want to chop them off!! so seeing your aki really help me feel way better :')

AGHH I WANTED TO TELL U THAT YEAH HAVE A GOOD DAY

and one last thing.... im really curious abt your hcs on akishinji or akihiko in general... so if you want to spare some..... no pressure though.... okay bye...

hiii ooomf 🙋

thank you sooo much for saying this 😭😭 no one has ever told me theyre my biggest fan before… im really flattered thank you so much!!

i also overthink interactions real bad but if you ever want to message me or anything, you can !! i would seriously love to talk to you !!!

and im also transmasc w a large god given chest and i think ive said probably both these things before but that is also why i like to draw and represent that!!! ill never get tired of showing these bodies thru my art 🫰it makes me really really appreciative and happy when people tell me this .. i am Certain ive said this before… but i never get tired of letting anyone who tells me that i am really grateful to be told that my art helps in any way.. it makes me really happy i could cry

finally…. for my hcs… lemme separate them so the post doesn’t look so cluttered

me hiding an underwhelming amount of hcs under this cut im so sorry oomf im really bad with headcanons for some reason but let me try to think if i have any lmfao

- i think them (literally) sleeping together is a big hc for them in general but that’s probably my favorite akishinji hc of All Time … it can do no wrong… its perfect…

- (more likely fits post canon/shinji living route) shinji being clingy asf is also one of my faves idk i think there’s just something in seeing him happy and shameless for once in his shit life 😭 getting hugs and physical contact he used to not think he deserves … i eat it up …

- aki being a cat person i think is a hc … it mostly came to me from pq when hes being so dramatic about koromaru licking him … he loves koro yes but i believe he is a cat person at heart … shinji is generally an animal lover but he’s also just a dog person

- p4au debunks this with that god awful design but i’ve always believed it: aki’s wardrobe is immaculate. guy is always dressed in some nice ass clothes and perfect style. ignoring p4au i also think aki would dress nice even in timeskip

- this is also popular methinks but them taking in ken and koromaru time skip is another that i basically just treat like its canon lmfaoo this one also is just perfect… does no wrong… amazing …

erm i think that’s all i can think of rn bc for some reason when someone asks me to specifically name hcs i kinda sorta forget every single one that’s ever entered my mind whether ive drawn it or even spoken it aloud … am i stupid ?

[zxnin]

Tag games! <3

Tagged by the lovely @sebfreak and @kedyanime ! Thank you for tagging me, this was fun !! Hope you guys are having a great day/night !! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

tag game #1

rules: shuffle your “on repeat playlist” and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people

fiesty (remix) - Jhameel, Blue Satellite

I can't fix you - The Living Tombstone, Crusher P

Love & War - Yellow Claw, Yade Lauren

GimmexGimme - Hachioji P

Mind brand - Maretu

SIU - Maretu

METAMORPHOSIS - INTERWORLD

アイドル (IDOL) - YOASOBI

Shinunoga E-Wa - Fujii Kaze

夜に駆ける (racing into the night) - YOASOBI

Tag game #2

1. are you named after anyone? Yes, my real name is, kind of a religious thing so I won't go too into it :v

2. when was the last time you cried? ...a few weeks back :P

3. do you have kids? nope (and hopefully never-)

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? nope, just the right amount, probably?

5. what sports do you play/have you played? Me and sports don't go well together :') the closest thing I did to sports was swimming when I was younger.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people? Their eyes. It's a habit! My classmate who I was partnered up with in a lab had these gorgeous light brown eyes and...it became a habit since then :) (it's fascinating how much peoples' eyes can vary!)

7. what’s your eye color? Dark brown.

8. scary movies or happy endings? scary movies haha, I like a good spook that gives me an adrenaline rush. (even if I'm too much of a scaredy cat for it-)

9. any special talents? tbh I really don't know? I'm often told that I'm good at teaching I suppose?

10. where were you born? India.

11. what are your hobbies? drawing, editing and reading! I often jump from one hobby to another though, I like learning new things!

12. do you have any pets? Yes, a blue betta fish named gojo ;) it was previously white and it changed its colour to blue!

13. how tall are you? 5'2 (158 cm)

14. favourite subject? Biology!! The subject really grew on me after 12th grade because of my biology teacher, she's amazing :)

15. dream job? I simply don't dream of labour <3 but if I had to choose I would love to be an illustrator or concept artist!

Tag game #3

uquiz: Which two Greek gods are your parents?

(well, I'm flattered huhu~)

tagging: anyone who wants to join in ! 💖