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wincest fic rec list

a collection of my favorite fics sorted by my favorite genres. most of these are not smut based, though they contain it (and if anyone’s interested i can make a pt. 2 with smutty ones). proof i read too much fanfiction…

pov outsider

Do you wish you could still touch… her? by ace__BETHANY (6,100 words) - “Every time Jessica Moore hears the name Dean and the consequences following it”

Rift by Fenix21 (6,511 words) - “John thought he knew what he was betraying. Turns out, he didn't.”

Daisy Boyhood by AnonDude (1,229 words) - “Bobby quickly discovers that the boys have no concept of the idea that their particular brand of closeness may not be right.”

Welcome Home by Samcursed (12,373 words) - “The hunters of the bunker don't know what to make of the strange man and the even stranger relationship with his brother when Dean shows up after being possessed by Micahel.”

weecest

Guardian Ad Litem by fraukatzen (24,389 words) -“Sam has always called Dean “daddy” when dad’s not around. Dean likes it a lot.” slow burn, kinky but also sweet

The Ballad of the Invisible Boy by dollylux (57,490 words) - “This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love” a classic, popular for a reason. the weecest of all weecest

The Salt-Filled Skins of Ptolemaea by BlindSwandive & Maven_Morozov (92,128 words) - “Sam has always felt like a freak in his body. As long as he can remember, his life has revolved around his brother--but as he begins to transition from a child to a teenager, he's forced into a reckoning of his feelings for Dean, and a strange angel appearing in his dreams that calls itself Azazel.” this is my favorite long form fic ever. changed my life a little. featuring trans!sam as well <3

house song by according2thelore (55,501 words) - “Pre-Canon/Teen!chesters AU in which Sam develops powers at age eleven, Dean will do anything to protect him, and they have to live with the consequences”

susceptible to falling by kermiethefrog (7,957 words) - “Dad says keep Sammy safe. Dad says take care of Sammy. Dad says make sure Sammy stays close, no matter what. So Dean does. No matter what.”

Too F’n High by ladygizarme (9,032 words) - sick fic with dark undertones, very smutty, be warned

It Started Out With A Kiss by intrepidheart (17,291 words) - “Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.”

Crush by BewareTheIdes15 (23,401 words) - “Dean looks at him different now, Sam just can't figure out what the difference is.”

obsession/codependency heavy

mother is pretending by hathfrozen (19,936 words) -“Sam and Dean get reckless about how they're handling the pain of season 2, and whoops! slowly develop a Mommy kink along the way.” hathfrozen has the best fics ever. this one is one of my all time favorites, a must read

Monsters are always Hungry by untraceablegirl23 (27,460 words) - “Nonlinear depiction of the time Sam and Dean are found out and how it all comes to in the months beforehand which are Heaven and Hell at once. Or an acknowledgement of just how far they’d go for each other, even when it’s beyond wrong, because how can you hide when you’re entirely made for someone else?”

Hands Away by objectlesson (13,298 words) - “When you’re horny and alone with one person in one room for a long time and you’re sixteen and all you’ve ever been taught is to love your brother more than anything, it doesn’t seem like that far of a leap to start imagining what his mouth would feel like around your dick.”

case fics

The landscape after cruelty by zorrosuchil (16,428 words) - “After getting coordinates from Dad, Sam and Dean head north to Oregon to find a house that's making people sick for no apparent reason. Dean's antsy because of his unfinished business in that town with a violent spirit from four years ago, a machete-wielding murderer that simply vanished. But what he doesn't expect is the return of his feelings of obsession from four years ago - not over the case, but over Sam, who was away at college that summer. Dean tries not to get too worked up over all of it, but Sam's always been too hard to ignore.”

The Things We Carry with Us by lovesrain44 (47,604 words) - “Sam and Dean are on the road, saving people and hunting things, like they always do. Dean discovers that Sam is attempting to turn himself into a monk, and so he does his best to get Sam laid. Sam resists because, of course, who needs to have sex with a girl when Dean’s around? It's about going on a roadtrip with your brother. It's about the food you eat, and the maps you follow. It's about the things you carry with you.”

What Went Wrong Yesterday by SinnamonSpider, stormbrite (16,224 words) - “With Broward County in their rearview and a new case in their laps, Sam struggles to come to terms with the six months he spent alone after Dean’s death - and the fact that it never happened at all. And on top of it all, he now has to deal with the feelings for his brother that have been dragged to the surface.”

others

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby by orphaned (17,652 words) - angst slow burn getting together

Feel About the Same Most Every Day by orphaned (4,747 words) - angst unrequited smut

i don’t smoke by brotherfuckin (loved hands) (18,783 words) - “After John's death, Dean blames himself, puts up walls, and barricades himself from love. Sam tears it all down.”

Stranger Than Fiction by nyxocity (50,644 words) - “Meta-comedy/drama set immediately post-4x18” featuring dean being obsessed with wincest fanfiction

[joohanisms]

who in xh do you think has a corruption kink?

OMG ........... they got shorter towards the least likely members but i hope you enjoy either way!!!!

xdh + corruption kinks 💭💫

cw: corruption kink, mention of religion, caught watching porn, penetrative sex, possessive tones, loss of virginity, training (what is that even called???)

most likely

gunil

i have NEVER!!!!! seen a church guy without a corruption kink. sex before marriage and all that – as le sserafim said, i wish for what's forbidden <3

he wants to ruin you AND have you ruin him. LET'S SAY you're both virgins.

fine your first time would be sickly sweet, all 🥺 and 🥰, the softest most vanilla making love missionary sex you've ever seen

but the next time – after the guilt of ""betraying god"" goes away – he fucks you, legs in the air and all.

and he gets off sooooo much to the idea that both of you have become tainted; that both of you took that step together, that you'll be forever bonded by this. that somehow, you'll always belong to each other. your souls were painted red at the same time and that's not something you can just forget. you were the one to bring him down from heaven but also give heaven to him, and vice-versa.

this thought is always on the back of his mind whenever you have sex, and it always turns him on.

jiseok

tell me he wouldn't get SO HARD at the idea of introducing you to kinky shit.

you guys have been having vanilla sex – which isn't wrong or bad or boring at all – until you catch him jerking off to a video on his phone.

he's obviously burning red with shame, thinking you'll jump to conclusions and think he's jerking off to kinky videos on twitter because you haven't been satisfying him (which is a lie. you very much satisfy him. he just came across a hot video and got lost in the moment).

but the only thing you can think about is how the girl on his phone screen is doing the NASTIEST shit to her partner.

"jiseok, what are you watching?" you sit beside him, and he starts pulling his underwear up to stall.

"i can explain, baby. i just saw this on my–"

"what are you watching. explain it to me." it sounds more like an order, and his dick twitches in his boxers.

"it's just, um, a kinky video." reluctantly, he turns the screen towards you, watching your shiny eyes scan the video. you look up at him, with genuine innocence in your expression, and his cock twitches again.

"have you done this before?" he nods. "how does it feel?"

he's done for. he'll have to tell you, to show you, how good it is to explore, to figure out what you like.

don't be surprised if his way of introducing you to kink is by doing everything with you (consensually and with a safeword, of course). making you less innocent, corrupted, by the day.

seungmin

we all know seungmin is freaky.

and that extends to corruption kinks.

they're not his favorite, but he does really like to feel how you're slowly becoming as freaky as him.

every time you do something new, something different, he's reminded that he is the one to introduce you to it. he is making you freakier, dirtier, kinkier, and it's alllll his fault. he loves it.

if you were a virgin by the time you started dating him, he would get a little hard when he was reminded that you're pure and innocent and he's going to take it all away.

same as gunil, your first time would be softer – he doesn't want to hurt you or scare you away – but the next time you fuck (which could very easily be the morning after LMAO) he's going rough on you. fucking all that purity away.

you're not a good girl anymore, and it's his task to make you worse by the second ❤️

also, i'm a firm believer that he loves lingerie and other visual aspects of sex soooo if he comes home and you're sitting on the bed, on your knees, with a white lingerie set – something angel themed, even – you better be aware that not only it stays on during sex, he's also going to ruin the lace by cumming all over it.

jungsu

now, jungsu goes a little bit insane when you're having sex for the first time and you look up to him from between his legs and goes "it's not going to fit."

first of all, a delicious stroke to his ego

second of all, he knows you don't have much experience – you're not a virgin, but you're not the ceo of sex either. which means–

"i've never had anyone this big before."

fuck. he wants to rearrange your guts. fuck you so hard you think you'll split in half. fuck you so deep with his big cock your walls will remember its shape forever.

he settles on a "it will fit, baby. if you can't take it today, we'll try again some other time." with a caress to your hair.

(spoiler: it didn't actually fit. even after two orgasms his mouth generously gave you.)

and that's how training came up.

so jungsu is 1) too fucking big for your pussy 2) working you up to take his size and 3) being the one to stretch you out nice and loose.

you're so angelic, such a good girl – and here he is, making you bounce on a dildo that's slightly smaller than him, praising you for "how good you're taking it", "his cock will be next", and "you'll be able to take it in no time".

he's literally making your cunt loose and sloppy, only for him – and he's the only one who ever had to train you to take his cock.

it kinda goes away after that, though. he'll always feel a little hot when he's reminded of your training era but he doesn't care/doesn't have much interest in any other aspect of the corruption kink

jooyeon

he doesn't mind it, most of the time. it doesn't do much for him, but if you get off to it he'll make an effort to whisper some nasty shit in your ear while you take him missionary style

(which is a surprising position; he ALWAYS favors having you on top)

"not as much of a good girl anymore, yeah? couldn't resist me?"

"it's okay. your innocence was never going to last anyway. i was always meant to take it away."

"this white lingerie makes you look so dainty, so pretty. innocent. too bad you can't be that as long as i'm with you."

hyeongjun

look, it's not that he Doesn't like it. he's more about the marking aspect, the possessive aspect.

he's not corrupting you. he's making you His.

in a way, you were already corrupted when you started dating him – he's just staking his claim.

something along the lines of "from now on, i'm the only one who's taking advantage of your corrupted state", if that even makes sense.

least likely

[that-hippie-user]

i pride myself in degeneracy, like an angel proud to plummet, and with a golden joy in my heart i say to you i have officially hit my lowest.

OnO so like.... did you know that if you hyperfocus on hypnosis strongly enough, you can hypnotize yourself in your sleep?

it happens very rarely for me but... yeah, it happened last night

and my brain just... did exactly what i craved, so much so i wish it was STILL in control.

half asleep in the dead of night, i felt like my nono squares were coated in pure silver. no sensation in my princess tower or the hills beyond. i was completely without the ability for pleasure sensations down there.

and... HOLY FUUF IT WAS AMAZING

@w@ YES YES YES YES YES

i wanted to be a nullo for so long, but this goes beyond that! my big girl privileges were stolen from me by my Dream Mistress!

my pleasure sense gone, my parts rendered worthless, unable even to enjoy being USED.

🤤 i now realize my deepest wish, what i want more than anything in this world.

i wanna be a virgin for the rest of my LIFE

i want my princess parts removed. X3 that much was a given as a nullo, but now its set in stone. THAT BEANIS GOTTA GO GIRL!!!

🤤 and i wanna be kept in diapers forever~ never again will a drop of my happy milk touch ANYTHING but my pampies~

>:3 no body shall press against mine without padding to keep me safe from their unwanted parts~ i'm embracing my desire to be a kinky Asexual dork whose ONLY interest is her fetishes

and the best part? ;3 dis is a secwet from yur Baby Luna. Nullos are a real thing in the real world. they part of the Body Modification Community, tho sometimes they also Trans.

X3 and i've heard personal testimony from AMAB Nullos... >:3 DAT YEW CAN STILL MAKE DA HAPPY MILK EVEN WITH NO PARTS!!!!

X3 yew dont neeeeeeeed them~ yew can still enjoy da rubrub no problem!

🤤 i even read an article about a cis guy who was one who found it ENHANCED his s*x life.

UwU but im not gonna have one of thooooooooooose~ cuz iiiiiiiiiiim gonna use my diapees like a good girl!!!

@w@ and now if yull excuse me, im gonna show devotion to the Mistress in my Dreams with a mantra!

good girls dont touch themselves, good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves, good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves, good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves, good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves, good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves, good girls stay in diapees, good girls dont touch themselves, good girls satuabf shdkebjshsjsbsjsbsjsbsijsjsj

( UwU i pwomise my Dream Mistress i shall never again touch between my leggies unless i got da diapee on. i promise my body will never be used without crinkly protection. i promise to get rid of my worthless boygirl parts that were never mine anyway. i am owned mind body and soul by my fetish. i symbolically sign this contract in blood. :3 Hail Satan i guess, hehe. Atheist sacrilege for da win!!!)

[lousypotatoes]

But They're Always Tryin' To Waste Me

Pt. 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt. 4

Song Recommendation:

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

"So what'd ya think?"

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck was that!?"

"You call that a commercial? Seriously what in the actual fuck is wrong with you!?"

Y/N and Vaggie glared at Alastor in anger.

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting on the couch, while Y/N was standing to the side, the three of them just finished watching Alastor's terrible commercial.

"Uh yeah, one note..." Charlie said awkwardly. "Alastor I mean - First off, thank you so much for making this, seriously amazing, but um maybe the tone is a bit...off?"

"A bit? He made the hotel look like a complete joke!" Y/N said.

"We want people to want to come here," Charlie explained. "This makes it look ummm..."

"Bad," Vaggie bluntly said. "The word you're looking for is bad.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Funny, I was going for hilarious!" Alastor said.

"It explained nothing about how we're trying to save these sinners," Y/N spat. "Which is the whole fucking point, by the way."

"Y/N is right, Alastor." Charlie reasoned. "The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them."

"Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show!" Alastor said. "The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement, so I had a little fun with it."

"Oh fun. You had a little fun with it?" Vaggie snarled. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel!"

"Instead, you're mocking us," Y/N added, her arms crossed. "No one's gonna come to a place where a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a fucking joke!"

Suddenly, Angel raised his gloved hand.

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

"If'n ya filmin' a commercial," Angel Dust said. "Can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?"

"Angel, you're a porn star." Vaggie said.

"A famous porn star!" Angel corrected. "I'll have the horniest sinners knockin' down these walls to get in!"

"For the last time, we are not filming you sucking another's guy dick as a commercial!" Isabell said tiredly, getting up and walking over to the bar, needing a drink.

"Why not? Sex sells, don't it?" Angel asked. "I swear if you film goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel."

"Haha! Never going to happen!" Alastor laughed.

"What'll it be?" Husk asked, wiping down the counter.

"Literally anything that makes me forget about Alastor." Y/N groaned.

"Now you know how I feel," Husk grumbled, pouring Isabell a glass of scotch.

"Mmm, that's good," Y/N hummed in delight, finishing the whole thing. "Pour me some more, please."

"Alright," Husk said, pouring more into the glass.

"Hey, I have a question." Angel said suddenly. "If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?"

"Oh, trust me, I can!" Alastor said ominously.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk said. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?"

"I like being forced." Niffty said suddenly, making Y/N almost spit out her drink.

"Keep that to yourself, Niff." Husk said.

"What, you don't love being here with me, Whiskers?" Angel asked.

"Call me "Whiskers" again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat! Husk exclaimed.

"Kinky," Angel said suggestively. "C'mon keep talkin' dirty."

"Angel, please let Husk do his fucking job," Y/N sighed. "And no, we can't force sinners to stay here, they have to choose to."

"I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid," Angel said. "We're in Hell, Toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?"

"Well, maybe it doesn't have to be." Vaggie said. "Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible."

"And if you think it's stupid, why don't you just leave then?" Y/N asked.

"'Cause I need a place to crash and crack's expensive." Angel answered.

"Of course you would say something like that." Y/N scoffed.

"Vaggie! Y/N! Holy shit!" Charlie exclaimed suddenly.

"Ahh! What?" Y/N and Vaggie said at the same time.

"Get over here!" Charlie said, gesturing for them to follow her.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked as her and Vaggie followed Charlie.

"My dad just called. He said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead." Charlie said, very fast.

"But-But the extermination just happened," Vaggie said. "What could they want this soon after--

~cue music~

Charlie: I can do this, somehow, I know it. I'll get Heaven behind my plan.

Vaggie: Charlie wait!

Charlie: There's just no way, I could blow it. Not this once in a lifetime chance.

Vaggie: It's just a meeting.

Charlie: To change their minds, and touch their hearts. Or whatever angels have.

Vaggie: This could be bad

Charlie: Cheer up, Vaggie, this could be swell. Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!

Y/N: Okay, hun, just don't sing to them.

Angel: That bitch is halfway down the street.

Y/N: Is she-?

Angel: Oh, she's dancin'.

Vaggie and Y/N: Ugh, no!

~end music~

"Oh, I really hope the meeting goes well," Y/N said.

"Yeah, me too," Vaggie mumbled.

"Is everything okay, Vaggie?" Y/N worried.

"Yeah, I'm just worried the angels won't listen to her,"

"I'm sure they will," Y/N smiled.

Sprawling herself onto the couch, Y/N thought of the best idea.

"Oh my God, Vaggie!" she said, sitting bolt upright. "I just had the best idea ever!"

Alastor, Husk, Angel, and Niffty were all sitting on the couch in front of Y/N, Vaggie standing beside her.

"Okay, so Charlie is dealing with something super important right now," Y/N paced. "So, while she's gone, we are going to make a new commercial. One that represents her vision and our goal here."

Angel lazily raised his hand, a smirk on his face.

"Angel, if you say anything about us making a porno for the commercial, I will cut you."

Angel put his hand back down, a small frown on his face.

"Any questions?" Y/N asked.

Nobody said a word.

"Great, now we need a camera, Alastor?"

Alastor snapped his fingers and an old-timey camera from the nineteen thirties appeared in Y/N's hands.

"I meant a video camera," Y/N grumbled.

Alastor hummed in disapproval, but snapped is fingers again, this time a modern video camera appeared in Y/N's hands.

"All right, let's go!"

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Vaggie filmed a scene with Husk and Angel.

"And...action!" Vaggie whispered.

"'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, can I help you with anything?'" Husk read, the script right in front of his face.

"'I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place...'" Angel said, climbing up onto the bar. "'On the path to redemption."

'"Well you come-'"

'"Oh yes!'"

'"...To the right place.'"

"Cut!" Vaggie called out.

"Okay, Angel you need to be less horny, if that's even possible," Y/N criticized.

"And Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face?" Vaggie asked.

"I ain't no act, I can't memorize this shit!" Husk angrily.

"Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes. Rawrr." Angel purred.

Husk then pushed off Angel off the bar, landing with a big thud.

"Whoops," Husk said.

"Husk, come on!" Vaggie said.

"Okay, we'll just come back to this scene," Y/N dryly said. "Husk, Angel, uh, just work on it a little more."

"I'm not makin' and promises," Husk said.

"At least try to work on it," Y/N frowned. "Please?"

Husk looked at Y/N not liking the frown on her face.

"Fuck, fine," Husk grumbled.

"Thanks," Y/N smiled.

"Niffty you're up!"

Niffty sat on the floor, trying to stab some cockroaches with a long, sharp needle.

"Alright Niffty," Vaggie said, trying to get Niffty's attention. "Niffty? Niffty!"

Niffty finally started to listen.

"Your line is, 'We have the cleanest rooms.'" Vaggie said gently. "Okay?"

"Got it! I'm ready!" Niffty exclaimed.

Vaggie started to record, Y/N watching the scene from behind her.

"Action," Vaggie said.

Niffty's face went black, her one eyeball staring into the camera.

Y/N, Vaggie, and Angel stared at her with confusion and a little bit of fear.

"Uhhh..cut,"

Niffty giggled. "How was that?"

"Niffty, sweetie, you have to actually say the line," Y/N explained. "Let's try this again."

"Okay!"

"Action,"

Niffty's face went blank again, making Y/N pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"You're doing great, Vagina," Angel whispered.

"Cut!" Vaggie snarled.

"Okay, um," Y/N mumbled. "Maybe we can fix it in post."

"Do you even know what that means?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I know what it means!" Y/N snapped.

"Uh-huh," Angel said.

Before Y/N and Vaggie looked at the tape, Y/N decided that she needed another drink.

It was her fifth drink that day.

"Y'know, you should really slow down," Husk said, pouring her some whiskey.

"Slow down on what exactly?" Y/N snarked.

"This whole thing your doin'," Husk grumbled. "Tryin' to please everyone. You're just gonna exhaust yourself."

"It's kinda my job to make sure everyone here is happy," Y/N sipped on her drink. "Besides, it's for Charlie, so I don't care what happens to me in the process."

"You should," Husk said. "That kind of shit is important."

"Maybe to other people, but not to me," Y/N mumbled. "I stopped caring about what happens to me a long time ago."

"Hm, been there," Husk murmured.

It was silent for a moment, Husk looking down and Y/N drinking her whiskey.

"I should probably get back to Vaggie," Y/N got up. "Thanks for the drink, and the advice."

"Uh-huh, anytime," Husk said, pouring himself a drink.

Y/N smiled to herself and walked off.

Y/N and Vaggie sat in the living room, watching the footage they recorded on the TV.

"This was the worst idea I've ever had," Y/N cringed.

Vaggie groaned in agreement.

"Seems like you two are having a bit of trouble there, hm?" said a voice suddenly.

"Ugh, este pendejo...why are you even here?" Vaggie said.

"For the entertainment," Alastor said, sitting down next to Y/N, making her scoot away. "I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly. Like you two are doing now!"

"Good job!"

Y/N picked up the camera and began recording. "Here's Alastor, a pompous piece of shit who-"

The video camera started to glitch and spark, making Y/N gasp and drop it.

"I wouldn't try that my dear," Alastor said sinisterly. "This face was made for radio!"

Y/N scoffed, not at all phased by him.

"That's it! I don't give a fuck who you are. If you're staying here, you're going to help. Because it won't be so 'entertaining' to watch over an empty hotel will it, asshole?"

"Fair enough," Alastor said. "I'll tell you what! Let's make a deal."

Vaggie laughed sarcastically. "Do you think we're that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you?"

"Not for your souls, just a simple deal," Alastor replied. "I do this for you two, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again!"

Y/N contemplated her what she would say.

"Or...Charlie can come back to absolutely nothing!" Alastor said smugly. "The choice is entirely up to you two."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. Vaggie?"

Vaggie nodded her head in agreeement.

Alastor took the video camera, making is disappear in a swirl of green smoke.

"Now then," he said, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, movie cameras and lights appeared, shadow demons were behind the cameras. Everybody's outfit changed into something more like Alastor's taste, which was obviously from the 1930's.

Y/N stared at her outfit in delight, quite liking how it looked on her.

"Alright everyone!" Y/N exclaimed. "Let's make a fucking commercial!"

Vaggie and Y/N waited by the front door, while everybody else was sitting in front od the TV.

Finally, they heard the door open.

"Charlie!" Vaggie said, running up to her and hugging her.

Y/N automatically knew something was wrong when she saw the look on Charlie's face.

"How did it go?" Y/N asked. "Did they listen?"

"Oh, uhhh," Charlie listened. "They sure did...hear it! But, um..."

"Oh! Come here," Vaggie interrupted, grabbing Charlie's arm. "We have something exciting to show you."

Y/N followed behind as Vaggie pulled Charlie over to the couch.

"Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air," Vaggie said, as Y/N stood next to Niffty.

"I pulled a few limbs too!" Alastor laughed.

"Wait, the commercial?" Charlie asked. "You all made a new one?"

"It was Y/N's idea," Vaggie said.

Charlie looked over at Y/N with the brightest expression on her face.

"Oh, don't give me all the credit," Y/N blushed.

"It was one of my better performances, if I do say so myself," Angel said.

"That's...that's amazing!" Charlie said, tears in her eyes.

"Shh, it's starting!" Angel said.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hot-" Y/N said on the TV before it got interrupted by a news broadcast.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N angrily shouted.

Everyone else besides Husk and Alastor had the same reaction as her.

Besides Niffty, of course, she was laughing happily and clapping.

"Breaking news in Hell today!" Katie Killjoy said. "We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is sooner than ever before."

Y/N's eyes widened in fear and disbelief.

"Do you know what that means, Tom?" Katie asked.

"No. What does it mean Katie?" Tom Trench replied.

"It means we're all royally fucked!" Katie said, climbing up onto the news table, her neck bending in a scary way.

The next show on the TV showed the extermination countdown going from three hundred fifty eight days down to one hundred seventy six days.

"Wait...what? Why!?" Angel asked in disbelief.

"This has to be some sort of sick joke," Y/N muttered in fear. "It has to be."

Everyone in the room (beside Niffty) all had a panicked look on their face.

They were all thinkin the same thing.

"We are literally going to die,"

IM SORRY THAT IS TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

MY AMAZON PRIME LOGGED ME OUT AND IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH MOVING IN AND PACKING

thank you for everyone who stayed patient :)

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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[deathofacupid]

midnight sugar | peter parker

tw: none. mentions of sex? dirty jokes? tony? there's a bit angst... if you squint. mostly fluff, because i need this for my mental health- (668 words)

summary: you can't sleep, so it's only right to pull peter into this. at least you've made a memory you'll never forget.

you rolled around in your bed, now finding comfort with your head dangling off the end of the bed, hair flopping around. insomnia was getting the best of you, and there was nothing to be done. you knew peter was at the avenger's tower, and the urge to pull him into this mess was irresistible.

so you did what any girlfriend would do.

y/n

hey petey

y/n

peterman

y/n

are you sleeping

y/n

well now that i've texted you i know ur awake

y/n

and that's ur fault for having the world's loudest ringtone

y/n

meet me in the tower kitchen

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

oml y/n ily but wth r u dpoing at 3 in thw moning

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

i also lobe u ans evry part of u but i dnt feel uo to habing sex in the kithcen at 3 in he morning

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

y/nnnn

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

where teh hell u go

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

fck fine im cumming

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

shit i ment comig

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

coming

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

do u expect me to b abl to tyep at 3:32

he huffed quietly and tossed his phone onto the dresser. normally he'd be at home with aunt may, but he had a late shift and just decided to stay here, too lazy to make the swing back. peter stumbled out of the room, into the elevator, and onto the 7th floor. he tried not to wince too bad as he walked in the kitchen that conveniently had all the lights on.

"y/n?" he asked in a raspy voice, one the you obviously found attractive.

"babes!"

"angel," he murmured, leaning against the counter, "what on earth are you doing?"

peter woke up a bit more when he saw your beautiful figure, coated in... flour? there was some in your hair and on your nose. you were wearing nothing but one of his sweatshirts, and no shorts, at least none that he could see.

not that he was looking or anything.

"baking! i was thinking, like, cake," you grinned, still stirring the batter.

"i- okay," he shrugged, remembering it was best not to question these things. peter figured you were having one of those nights, and the best thing he could do was to be there for you, even if it meant participating in these antics. he made his way over to his love, snaking his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your neck.

"mmm... you smell good, pretty girl."

"thank you, pretty boy. now help me! chocolate or vanilla?"

"chocolate, duh."

"i figured."

he pulled away, but didn't leave the embrace, "if you knew, why'd you ask?" he snorted.

"courtesy. also, i need more milk."

"what do we say when we want something?" peter teased.

"please let me have the white liquid, you kinky bastard."

he groaned loudly, and begrudgingly went to retrieve the item. "you're so dirty, y/nnnn."

"don't act as if you aren't horny 90% of the time."

"hey- i-... that's not true!" he spluttered out.

"uh-huh."

the two of you spent the rest of the night giggling and making messes, enjoying a semi-burnt chocolate cake. it was nothing but wholesome when the avengers walked into a doughy mess, and you two curled up in each other, snoring quietly with plates and spoons on the side.

"as long as parker wasn't fucking my daughter, i don't care. cute, though," tony snickered.

[oraclekleo]

33rd Birthday!

Hello my dear followers and random visitors of my blog.

I have already made a sorry announcement due to my hiatus but that’s not all I wanted to tell you.

This Monday, April 15th 2024 to be precise, is my Birthday. I’m already 33 years old! Would you believe that? I certainly wouldn’t. I feel like 16. 😂 

And how pretty the number is, right? Two threes… My life path number is also 3. How neat is that, huh?

When it comes to angel number 33, this source says the following:

“The 33 angel number means anything is possible. This powerful angel number is also known as a master number because of its double digits mirroring each other and its powerful vibrations. The number 33 is linked to themes around creative thinking, deep compassion, spiritual-level connections, discipline, and bravery. When you see this number show up it could be because it's an opportune time for a change or because patience is paramount right now in your daily life because a spiritual meaning that will have major significance is soon to be revealed.”

Nothing can be more true for me as major change is about to happen for me. I don’t want to reveal what it is just now but I will keep you informed in time. 😜

And no, I’m not dating anyone 🤣 Still happily Sexy, free and single.

I did want to celebrate my birthday with you with some sort of event but as you know I was really busy so… I guess we will celebrate my 44th Birthday properly? LOL!

Honestly, I have a lot to be grateful for in my life, you guys in my little community included. I hope we can stay together for many years that come and have some more fun with both serious and kinky tarot readings.

And those might soon become even better articulate and with much more expressive vocabulary as your girl Kleo is currently fully immersed in listening to audio erotica, which is really good! I mean… not all of it but I have already found several favourite voice actors, their voice and style really suiting me and apart from having a good time listening to it while working (yes, I do listen to audio porn while at work, sue me if you want), I also learn a lot from it. You know I can just soak information like a sponge from anything I do and well… This is a really good source. Also, I’m considering holding a voice chat once in a while with my friends now as I really want to learn to use my voice as well as I use my fingers for typing. And yes, I tested with my bestie and I nearly choked when I had to pronounce word ‘f*ck’ out loud. You wouldn’t guess it by reading my posts but I’m really talking like a lady out loud. I rarely curse or say rude words. 🤭 

I also learned about very surprising preferences through this audio erotica experience. I swear I didn’t expect to love what I love so much. It came as a shock and I truly thought my preferences to be completely different from what I actually enjoy the most. I guess there’s still a lot to learn about myself. Another great thing about my new hobby. You know how much I love to learn anything.

Anyway! That’s about my new hobby and about my approaching birthday.

Feel free to contact me through inbox or through DM or join my Discord. I don’t bite… unless you ask me to 😏 I’m also learning how to flirt better. You can be my test subject anytime. 😀 And no, it’s not to go hunt men, I’m way too old to change my ways and routines to fit another person’s lifestyle. My goal is actually much purer. I really like to make people happy and… well, I noticed people will feel happy, flattered and their self-esteem boosted when I flirt with them a little bit. Just another skill I’m learning in order to spread happiness and joy in the world. Might seem frivolous to you but… Well… I enjoy it. And that’s what counts for me.

So yeah! Happy Birthday to me! I’m not growing old, I’m only one year closer to death as my sister tells me every year since I was like 17. 😂 We are a weird family. Try not to think about it too much.

Thank you everyone who’s sticking around here. I promise I will post something soon. Maybe nothing super big but I will post. 🙂

Your forever joyful Oracle Kleo 🦄

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Hunter Games: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam and Dean need Metatron thinking he has all the answers to the Mark of Cain. He's a giant bug that you'd love nothing more than to squish.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

Dean hasn't left his room in two days. All he can do is sit in bed and think about both what he did to Randy and his men. Granted, you did the killing with him but this power scares him. It scared him when he first took the Mark and it terrifies him now. He's holding a picture of you and the kids and a drop of water splashes onto the glass.

He has no clue where his kids are but he hopes that they're okay. Wherever they are has to be better than being here.

He sighs and wipes his face clean of tears. When he runs into you, he doesn't want any hint that he's been crying. You'll become brutal and feed off the negative energy. He leaves his room and heads to the library where Sam and Cas are talking.

"She barely speaks to me," Cas sighs, sad about Claire. "She's like a wounded animal, just watching me."

"Look, you tried to do the right thing that night. You did. All Randy did was use Claire."

"She thought he was kind. For that, she loved him. It shows how little kindness was in her life. Whatever Randy did, he didn't deserve--"

"I know," Sam cuts him off. "Dean and Y/N have had to kill before, but that was--"

Okay, Dean has had enough eavesdropping.

"That was what?" Dean asks while walking into the library. "Call it what you want but that was a massacre. There was a time I was a hunter, not a stone-cold killer." Sam and Cas look at each other. "You can say it. You're not wrong. I crossed the line."

God, Dean can be so emotional sometimes. You're standing in the war room behind the wall so that they can't see you, but you can hear everything they're saying.

"This thing has got to go, and it has to be gone from Y/N, too. She did most of the killing. She was more brutal than I was. I can see she enjoyed it more than I did. We have to get rid of it."

You touch the spot where your Mark is in thought. You don't want it gone. You like the power it gives you. You'll kill a lot of people if they even think about taking this from you.

"That won't be easy," Cas says.

"Then burn it off! Cut it off! I don't care!"

"It's more than just a physical thing. It will take a very powerful force to remove the effect."

"Dean, we have been through the lore. There's nothing on how to remove it."

You smirk. You have to make sure it stays that way.

"This reaches back to the time of creation," Cas explains. "It may pre-date the lore. If we had the demon tablet, maybe, but it's missing." Sam and Dean look defeated so Cas tries to think of a different way to get information. "There may be another way."

"What?"

"You're not going to like it."

"When do I ever? What is it?" Dean sighs.

"We need Metatron."

"That asshat?" you scoff and walk into the library. "You want to bring the man who killed my husband into our lives again?" You smirk. "I might just kill him."

"You're not doing anything," Dean glares. "Sam and Cas are going to get him. You're staying here with me."

"Boo. You're boring," you roll your eyes.

The entrance to Heaven must not be far since they weren't gone for a long time. They came back with the most hated angel and placed him in the dungeon. He hasn't seen you or Dean yet, and you can only assume Sam is waiting for a dramatic moment to bring you two in.

"Now you can't put me in here. You rented out my room."

"Lovely room," Metatron grins. "It's where you bring the kinky chicks, am I right?"

"I'll ask the questions here." Sam puts angelic chains around Metatron to keep him there so he can't leave. Not that he wants to. He wants to see what will happen. "Your only job is to provide information."

"Well, information does happen to be a specialty. I've got about two billion fun facts up here," he points to his temple to indicate his brain. "Of course, whether I choose to cough one up or not is another matter."

"We need to know how to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean and Y/N."

"What? They're back? Because of the Mark? So, he's a demon?"

"No."

"Okay, what then?" Sam looks troubled which shows just how worried he is. "What, did he kill a human or something?" Sam crosses his arms and glares at him. "He's gone nuclear! Total, foaming-at-the-mouth, balls-out-maniac, nuclear! What about Y/N? What happens to a witch who takes on the Mark? Has she died yet?"

"Do you know how to remove it?"

"Maybe, but here's the thing. If you expect any help out of me, you keep that crazy brother of yours and your witch on a short leash."

"Buddy, I don't care what happens to you. You killed my brother," Sam glares.

Sam moves out of the way and that's when you and Dean walk into the room. Metatron is kind of scared but he tries to hold his composure. He looks you up and down and looks as if he is analyzing you.

"You don't have your magic anymore. You're soulless."

"You want to know the best thing about being soulless?" you ask and walk to the metal table with torture devices on it. You pick up the shiny angel blade and twirl it in your hands. "I can do this and not give a single fuck about it."

You pull your arm back and fling the blade at Metaron, grinning when it sticks into his shoulder. He can't go anywhere with being chains and all, but he convulses in his chair as he yells out in pain. Dean and Sam immediately go to you to hold you back otherwise you'd have done more damage. Dean holds you back while you use all your strength to get him off you.

"Let me go!" you scream. "Let me kill him!"

Metatron stares at you with fearful eyes but Dean removes you from the dungeon altogether. You're unhinged and he doesn't know what you're capable of.

"Keep her the hell away from me," Metatron cries out in pain when Sam yanks out the angel blade. "She's fucking psycho!"

"You know what, screw the Mark. Let's just kill him," Dean says.

"Boy, you two really are a mess. Who knew the Mark was so toxic? Well, I did." He looks at Dean. "It's going to own you sooner than later. It's already owned her."

"How do we get rid of it?" Sam asks.

"What, just like that, social hour's over?"

"Yes, so unless you'd like me to bring Y/N back in, I suggest you start talking."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there, badass! Lighten up! Why do you just assume I'm not gonna be helpful?"

"You're a coward and a dick," Dean glares.

"But I'm your dick." Metatron ignores the coward part. "I have a special place in my non-heart for you three. I'd be tickled to help you pop this biblical zit. To do it, you are gonna need one specific thing. Your old bud--the First Blade."

"What?"

"As I said before, life is a bitch."

Sam and Dean leave the dungeon and you kick yourself off the wall when you see them.

"Is he dead? If not, can I kill him?"

"No," Dean says. You three walk to the library to speak in private. "I think we should get the blade."

"That is the single worst idea I've ever heard," Sam argues. "You two just whacked a whole house full of people, and that's with the Blade nowhere around. Now you wanna be in actual contact with it?"

"We don't know that I have to be in contact with it. All we know is that we need it."

"No, all we know is he says we need it. We don't even know what he wants us to do with it."

"One step at a time, alright? We play it safe, we learn whatever the spell is, and how it works, and we keep the Blade out of our hands."

"I agree with him. We need the blade," you say.

"Are you sure this isn't the Mark making you want the damn thing?" Dean takes out his phone. "I mean, why would we trust anything Metatron says?"

"I don't trust him."

"You don't tru--then what are you doing?"

"What's his game if he is lying? The Blade without me is useless. The Blade with me is trouble for him."

Dean makes a call and places the phone to his ear.

"What does he want?"

"I don't know, but if we weren't willing to take a shot, then what was the point of bringing him here?"

"Do you have a better idea?" you ask Sam who just sighs.

"Squirrel," Crowley answers over speakerphone. "It's been a while. Back to your former self?"

"Crowley. We need to meet ASAP."

"Where?"

"Somewhere in town. I'll text you." Dean hangs up. "Let Metatron sweat. He's not going anywhere. Come on."

Sam and Dean are forcing you to go with them because they don't trust you alone with Metatron knowing you might kill him. Plus, Cas is there to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. If Metatron has taught you anything is that he's scrappy. Crowley took twenty minutes to meet up with you but he came alone per Dean's instruction. Not like Crowley would have anyone with him.

"I need you to get the Blade. We might have a way to get the Mark off Y/N and Dean." Crowley is stunned into silence. "Really, Crowley? Radio silence? Say something."

"You want me to do what?"

"We need you to get the Blade."

"I don't think so."

"You don't have to give the thing to me or Y/N."

"No thanks."

"You're not listening. Get it but hold onto it until we need it."

"Moose, you're the sane one right now. Are you on board with this?" Sam nods. "You're fucking insane. You want me to procure the most dangerous weapon on the planet for Dean and Y/N Winchester, the two people who go mental every time they touch it! I thought you'd wanna go for a beer or catch a film."

"If this plan works--"

"It's not a plan," Crowley cuts Sam off. "It's a probable death sentence for me and my kind."

"If it works, it's better for you. Look, when the Mark is gone, the Blade can't operate. Win-win."

"It can't operate. It's hidden."

"Okay, the Blade might be powered down, but the Mark isn't. I'm doing everything I can to keep it together."

"Yeah, you're not really doing a good job at that. You're kind of pathetic," you say to Dean.

Dean chooses to ignore your hurtful jab.

"You think the body count is high now? Just wait. We're only going to get worse. We need the blade. We figure you stashed it somewhere far away."

"Damn right. It's in a crypt with my bones."

"Go get them."

"I hate Guam this time of year," Crowley sighs and disappears.

You three head back to the Bunker where Cas is in the library. Dean and Sam inform him what's going on but the angel isn't too fond of the plan.

"The First Blade is back in play and Crowley is the one getting it? I don't mean to be an alarmist, but you--"

"Save the lecture, Cas. When we screw ourselves we like to go whole big."

"This would be the Crowley who let the Blade turn Dean into a demon?"

"We kind of don't have a choice, okay? If we don't do this, I'm down the rabbit hole. Hear evil, see evil, do evil. The trifecta."

"I don't mind that," you smirk.

"Cas, look. Let us worry about this. You've got enough on your plate with Claire," Sam says.

"Trouble in paradise?" you ask.

"Claire is gone."

"Gone where?"

"I don't know, I should have stopped her, but I am certain that she is destined for more trouble and disappointment. She is so... so full of rage."

"Listen, man, if I could make it better I would."

"It's actually why I'm here. I was hoping you might reach out to her."

"Me?" Dean asks, surprised.

"Yes.

"I'm probably the last person she would wanna hear from."

"I thought there would be a connection. From one extremely messed up human to another, you could explain why you murdered her only friend."

"Oh, when you put it like that, okay," Dean says sarcastically.

"All I know is that she won't talk to me. I thought if she understood the kind of man Randy was and the danger she was in, she might... I don't know."

"What the hell, why not? Long shots seem to be the theme around here. I'm gonna go make a sandwich."

"I'll text you her number."

Dean leaves the room to make himself a sandwich in the kitchen, and you watch him leave with a suspicious look.

"You need to let Claire go. She doesn't want you in her life. Have you thought that by helping her, you're hurting her? You stole her dad from her. She hates you," you smirk and look at Cas.

"Why are you so calm about this? We're on a mission to get rid of the Mark. I'm not stupid. I know you want it," Sam says.

"Mmm, got me all figured out, don't you?" You get up and stalk over to Sam who shrinks back into his seat. "I'd love nothing more than the ram an angel blade into his heart. Do you know what's stopping me?" You point to the thing on your neck. "This because, apparently, I need babysitting. Putting this thing on me might have been the best thing you ever did because I would have killed you in your sleep already. Don't mistake my calmness for not wanting someone dead."

Dean hears the threat you gave Sam as he is making himself a sandwich. He sets the ingredients down when he gets a blinding headache. He bends over, rests his elbows on the kitchen island, and puts his head in his hands.

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[holylulusworld]

Snap of fingers (4)

Summary: You only tried to eat…and see the strippers...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Crowley

Warnings: language, creature reader, fun, the reader is a tease, mentions (very vague) of wlw, a hint of bisexual reader??, prissy Crowley, cocky reader, jealous Dean

Snap of fingers masterlist

< Part (3)

“Back to your powers,” Dean says as he places a plate with a bacon burger made by the hunter himself at your place. “You dusted the demons, but we found the other monsters’ bodies. Their hearts just stopped beating.”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle. “I overdid it with the demons, I guess. If I don’t stop the sand of time it will turn you into dust. Usually, I only stop the monsters from…uh…how shall I call it?” You frown deeply at the lack of the right word.

“You kill them?” Dean offers.

“NO!” You grunt. “I kinda unalive them?” You shake your head. “No, that sounds wrong. I fast forward their lives, but only to stop their hearts from beating…if they have a heart, though. Do all monsters have a heart?”

“How shall I know? A ghost most definitely doesn’t have a heart.”

“Figures. They lack a body,” you snicker. ”Anyways, if I don’t use the sand to its full extent, they only stop breathing. If not, they turn into dust. They made me mad, and I didn’t stop.”

“Dead is dead, I guess,” Dean shrugs. “But we try not to kill the poor souls demons possess. Sometimes we can save the people after sending those bastards back to hell.”

“Hmm…” you grab the burger and nod thoughtfully. “If we send them back to hell, people may survive. That’s interesting.”

“We will send them back. You’ll just watch, or stay here,” Dean points out. He’s still not sure it’s a good idea for you to tag along.

“Nooo!” you grumble. “It was fun to turn the demons into dust. I promise to not kill any monster from now on. Only if you tell me so.”

“I’ll discuss this with Sammy. Eat now. I didn’t make the burgers for them to go to waste.”

“You’re an awesome cook,” you exclaim before burying your teeth into the burger. You moan and chew audibly, much to Dean’s amusement. “Damnit, that’s better than sex.”

“What?” he chokes on his beer. “How’d you wanna know?”

“Dude, I’m an adult and had sex before, ya know,” you shrug as his eyes drop to the burger in your hands. “Now lemme feast on this piece of art.”

“If my burger is better than the sex you had, the guy didn’t do it right,” Dean concludes as you happily munch the burger. “Maybe you should look for a better guy.”

“How do you wanna know it was a guy?” now his cheeks turn pink, and you chuckle as Dean drops his eyes to the food on his plate. He mutters naughty and hot under his breath. “Aw, you are a kinky man, huh? You’d love to watch me with some girl. Making out. Touching us gently.”

“Y/N!” he clears his throat. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the scenario you painted in your mind. But, we don’t say things like that to friends…”

“What a pity! I could tell you so many stories,” Dean looks a little flustered when you lean closer to whisper in his ear. “You fell for my trap so easily, Dean. I wonder how you survived for so long.”

“He didn’t.”

You squeak as a short guy in a black suit and matching trench coat appears out of nowhere. He looks you up and down and huffs. “So, that’s the magical girl everyone is talking about?”

“Dude, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you mutter. “Wait!! Are you Castiel, the angel?” You jump up to circle the man. You hum, as you wonder where he’s hiding his wings. “Where are your wings?”

“That’s not Castiel,” Dean doesn’t seem happy to see the man. “What do you want here, Crowley? How’d you get inside?”

“I have my ways,” Crowley replies. “What will it cost me for you to hand the girl over? She’s of interest for hell.”

“What?” you poke Crowley’s back. “I’m not on the menu, shorty. Dean won’t hand me over. Wait! I will just snap you…”

“Snap me?”

“Y/N, he’s…annoying but no harm,” Dean gets up, sighing as he must abandon his food. “What do you want, Crowley? You know I won’t hand her over. She’s under our protection.”

“It was worth a try,” the king of hell eyes you warily. “Is it true? Can she kill you with one snap of her fingers?” He drops his eyes to your hands. “Squirrel?”

“Yes. And if you annoy me even more, I’ll dust you,” you put your hands on your hips. “I’m the demon duster, Sir!”

“Crowley, you won’t get her. Leave her be or I allow her to dust you,” Dean crosses his arm over his chest. He holds Crowley’s gaze, determined to win the staring contest.

“OH, I forgot. Can I borrow one of the cars in the garage? I want to check the strippers out.”

The room falls silent. Dean and Crowley turn their heads like in slow motion toward you. Dean squares his jaw while Crowley’s mouth drops open.

“Did you hear me, Dean? I want to see Thor the thunder god and Voltar the wild Viking. I bet they got big dicks,” you hum to yourself. “Maybe I’ll check the ladies out too. Xena and Red Widow looked hot.”

Dean’s mind is blank. All he heard was male strippers. Strippers!!! And that you want to check their dicks out.

“Sonofabitch! NO! Young lady! You won’t even glance at dicks,” he storms toward you to tower over you. His chest heaves up and down, and you are sure he growled at Crowley as the demon dared to snicker.

“Young love,” Crowley muses. “I’ll leave you to your fight. Maybe I can snatch the girl later.” And just like that, the demon disappears.

“You won’t look at those naked guys,” he insists. “We can watch TV or play board games until we found a new case.”

You huff. “On their website stands that Thor has a huge hammer. I bet he’ll show it to me.”

“No,” Dean moves faster than you can blink. He throws you over his shoulder to carry you toward his Dean cave. “We will watch a G-rated movie, Y/N. No talk about strippers in this house.”

“But I wanted to see Thor’s hammer…or Voltar’s ax…”

>> Part 5

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♡ ~ Hi hello my loves! ~ ♡

♡ ~ My name is Amber! I am a disabled queer person here on the internet and I'm also nonhuman. ~ ♡

♡ ~ My queer identity:

× I'm a trans demifeminine genderice cloudfem being who is bisexual, biromantic and taken!

× My pronouns are she/they/it/star/shine. I don't usually use emoji pronouns but if you'd use them, use 💗/💗s for me. My titles are star shineness, it who dreams, th3 3mpr3ss (translation/plain text: the empress), tiny princessz (with the z).

× My nicknames are Am, Bear, Kitty, Gray and Starz. I fluctuate between them.

♡ ~ My disabilities:

× I am multiply disabled, chronically ill and mentally ill.

× My main disabilities and the ones that impact me the most are Autism, Misophonia, OCD, ME/CFS, BPS, IBD and Terminal Ileitis. I have other disabilities with impact both my brain and body in many ways.

× I deal with bladder and bowel issues and post about it. No this is not a fetish. While I am kinky myself, I don't have this fetish. This is me suffering, not having fun. I am disabled. /serious

× I use crutches, a cane, an AAC app and am looking into getting a wheelchair or a rollator.

× I am demiverbal and low to middle support needs autistic.

♡ ~ My nonhuman identity:

× I am physically nonhuman, a holothere, otherkin, therian and have a mindscape (though that does not mean I'm plural!). I am a type of shapeshifting angelic fairy. I am not of this world. My soul is much older than my body. I am also a practicing witch and polytheist that worships many gods, mainly The Drowned God.

♡ ~ My interests, alliance ect.:

× I am a furry (as in a hobby), an age regressor (not in a sexual way), a peaceful anarchist and a far leftist, person who participates in cpunk and unitypunk, an eepyqueer with a stance against discourse and am neutral on AI. I selfship. I use subliminals and spells. I am pro reality shifting and do it from time to time.

× I'm in the BDSM community. I'm kinky. I've been repressing that part of me for the longest time and I'm finally letting that out. I have a Fetlife account. Honestly, if that makes you uncomfortable please just don't follow me.

♡ ~ What I support:

I support people with atypical dysphoria, people with good faith identities and people with all disabilities (yes, even people with personality disorders and people who's disabilities cause them to be "unhygenic" or "strange"). I am pro-Palestine. I think discourse is not good and will not participate in it.

♡ ~ My DNI + DNF:

⚠️I ask for minors not to interact with this blog please, due to some nsfw and vents that will be on it occasionally. This is for your safety. That means: no following, no liking posts, no sending messages or asks.⚠️

Do not interact if you are a bigot of any kind, hate minorities, are anti-nonhuman, think physical nonhumanity is always a result of mental illness, are a homophobe/transphobe or an exclusionist. TERFs/SWERFs and the like aren't welcome here. Cops are not welcome here. Transmeds aren't welcome here. Ableists and saneists aren't welcome here. If you are anti self diagnosis you aren't welcome here.

If you are against kink DNI. This blog contains many mentions of kink. I am prokink.

Don't ask me about syscourse, I am not a system. Don't ask me about shipcourse, I don't do shipping.

I am eepyqueer. Don't ask me about discourse. I think discourse is not good for my mental health. I prioritize myself and the safety of my community.

♡ ~ Other notes:

Stay safe and take care of yourselves. <3

[ink-flavored]

opal & emerald for the wip of your choice? :3

thank u friend!! I shall pick.......P&J because I want to

Emerald: Which of your characters is hardest to write?

Lust, hands down. I've ranted about it a few times, but trying to separate Lust-the-character, the abusive manipulative power-tripping asshole who gets killed after stalking Pride for most of the book, from lust-the-feeling, the perfectly fine and normal human response, I bang my head against the wall every time I have to write it.

My attempted solution is to throw out the virtue of chastity and replace it with passion (and show an Angel of Passion in the story), and to carefully craft the concept of lust in this story to be more akin to a "lust for power." It's not necessarily a horny thing, but an impulse that encourages you treat other people like purely disposable objects, things that exist to be used up and tossed away, on the way to getting what you want—and that can be anything, including sex, but it's not all sex or sexual impulse.

I don't want to turn to the camera and explain it to the readers like it's Sesame Street but god I am so worried that me writing Lust the way I do is going to come across as an All Sex Bad stand-in. Which is... not only not something I believe, but would also clash thematically with the extremely kinky sex that Pride and Justice have that I treat as 100% good and fine (because it is).

BWAH. I write myself into many corners and think way to hard about stuff.

Opal: What motivates your protagonist to complete their goal?

Pride's motivation and his goal shift from the beginning of the story to the end. At the start, he's trying to get one over on Heaven, give himself an eternal excuse to never go back to Hell, and prove himself the specialist smartest demon boy ever. Unknown to even himself, he's trying to show Heaven that he deserves their respect. He's tired of being stomped on, and thinks that smuggling a soul to Heaven that isn't supposed to be there is his best chance at being noticed again, for better or worse. Ultimately, he has only his own interests at heart, evidenced by him gleefully maiming every angel he comes across in his prison break despite Justice (the only guy willing to help him in all of Heaven OR Hell) asking him to keep it subtle and not hurt anyone..

By the end, though, he doesn't care about Hell, Heaven's respect, or even his contract with that Purgatory soul. Outside of completing so he doesn't die, Pride's only motivation for going back to Heaven to get it over with so he can stay a human on Earth for the rest of his life. He already found the love and respect he desperately wanted from Heaven and God. He found it on Earth, with his friends and Justice and in himself. The humans he used to despise become his inspiration to live independently from his past trauma. He's still in it for himself, but for the goal of living for himself for the first time, not his ego.

[send me a gemstone themed ask]

[ligmaballsbaby]

I'm the person who asked about Jason and Chris.

I absolutely agree with you about the endings. I only liked the "you stayed" because I want to give Chris the world, but not as this mc. Also!

I'd love some chris headcanons.

Now here me out: Chris x Jason.

I have characters (ocs) I ship them with hut I shall not bother you with them.

But I feel like Jason would be so oblivious to on handling trauma despite his job but he would try so so hard to help him and would support his boxing dreams. (Why chose one or the other when I can have both?)

Also Marcus. Marcus x Jason would never work but it would be so funny. They are both Hella kinky but I don't think Jason would be as easily manipulated. Also it would be hilarious is Marc called Jason kitten.

Marcus: "something something kitten something"

Jason: 🤨...aight

Have a nice day and thank you for talking about this with me! :)

- 🐠 anon

Lamo

I totally agree with you and hear you out on everything and honestly Chris x Jason would be so cute: 3

(and I want both of them)

And I'll work on some Chris head Cannon soon

But as for your OC's I would love to hear about them, I know I definitely love talking to people about my OC'S and stories and stuff, and I would love to hear about other OC's and stories

And this goes out to you and everyone if you guys want me to talk about my OC's or want to talk about your OC's

You can!!!

I would love to hear about them

And your questions about characters on how I feel about them or head cannons or anything!

I love them!, thank you!

And another thing I just imagine Marcus forcing Jason to wear a cat costume... Also isn't it kind of weird that Marcus has a cat fetish but owns a cat... Does no one else think that's weird?... Hopefully not

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And since we were just talking about OC's

If you have seen questions I have asked before on other people's blogs I will tag them in a little bit because I can't remember the name... Sorry... And you don't have to read this if you don't want to, I just want to tell someone about it

I want to show a little bit of a lore about mine because we are on the topic of Jason and I shipped her with him (sorry I'm rambling)

So basically if you know she is married to Matt Goffard (and for a little bit of context she is a successful business woman herself and comes from a successful abusive shitty family) so basically you know Matt and Angel had kids after a couple years of marriage and dating they even had a daughter and son named Emmy and Ethan twins,

But after a couple years their relationship got terrible like Butterscotch and Beatrice from BoJack horseman or Clay and Bloberta kind of bad,(and she didn't want to get a divorce cuz if the kids and her Grandpa and other family members of her family were forcing her to stay in the marriage), so she just decided to cheat on him back because their marriage was basically kind of loveless after she found out he cheated, so she went out to a club after her friends convinced her, where she met Jason and they talked and he ended up getting her number and they went on some dates and she started secretly dating him for a really long time and she was happier: 3

Thank you if you read it and tell me what you think and again thank you for talking to me and giving me excuses to write you are now my pookie and you can't escape me: 3

I mentioned her on:'theshypinkflower' blog I think, and they are amazing and I love them and if you don't follow them or don't know their page look it up and read a few of their posts and follow them or else I will become evil kitty >:3

[titsuya]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

↳ # [GIVE ME] SOMETHING GOOD TO EAT

miya osamu x f!reader

! ও synopsis: osamu loves to cum inside you, but what happens when you wanna taste?

! ও warning: established relationship, technically a “forced” creampie (but reader is ok with it! also it’s more breeding than creampie but.. yea) slight dacryphilia, praise, overstimulation, pussy eating, cum swapping !, messy kisses, slight crybaby!reader MINORS DNI 18+

! ও wc: 1.2k+

! ও sar’s note: HAPPY FUCKIN KINKTOBER FREAKS /lh IMR SNANSHSB SO EXCITED HELLO OCTOBER IS MY FAV MONTH OF THE YEAR AND HALLOWEEN IS MY FAVORITE HOLIDAY! but anyways! i hope u guys enjoy! i try to tie these into halloween/fall related things even if its just a tiny mention. (if u guys noticed the title its the trick or treat song thingy but yeah lol) ALSO SORRY THIS IS KINDA BAD THE REST WILL BE BETTER !!!

navigation! — talk to me! — kinktober m.list — general m.list

SNOWBALLING [or to snowball] (v.) the act of passing cum from person to person in such a way that the amount of cum increases (according to the urban dictionary)

for example:

it’s been hours with osamu’s cock thrusting in and out of you and countless orgasms leaving your body. you can’t really take much more, your achy legs and trembling body… you’re just tired.

you look at him, his mouth hung open and beads of sweat on his forehead dampening his hair making it stick to his skin. how can you resist? you can’t help but cum and cry all over his cock with his face looking like that.

“‘s-samu! please!” you cry out, tears of overstimulation slipping from your lust filled eyes. “i-i can’t! t-too— hah! too much!”

he moans, watching the tears fall from your eyes, “what do ya want, pretty girl?” he leans in close to you while continuing to brutally fuck your creamy cunt. “wan’ me to cum in the pretty pussy of yours?”

you arch your back, vigorously shaking your head no, “mouth! wan’it in my mouth, please!” you beg, tears still falling with the fat tip of his cock ramming into your cervix with every stroke.

you can see the glint of disappointment in his eyes. he always cums inside. he just adores it— loves it. the feeling of pumping his seed so deep inside you that it’s nearly impossible for you not to get pregnant.

but he absolutely loves the thrill of not knowing if you will or not. of course he wants a kid. badly. that’s why he cums in you every time. it’s why he secretly hopes that his seed will take. he wants to see your belly grow with his child. he wants to see his pretty little wife become a mother. he wants that domesticity in his life— needs it.

“baby, c’mon,” he rasps, slowing his pace down a little. “it’s october, yer always talking ‘bout havin’ a summer baby… just lemme cum in ya,”

you whine, shaking your head, with a pleading look on your face, “no! you always do! i wanna tas— fuck!” you’re cut off by the impossibly fast pace that he’s started.

you can’t even form a concrete thought, your brain turning to mush as you feel his cock hitting ever sweet spot inside of you. it’s not long before you come undone for the nth time of the night. it’s when you hear his loud groan and string of curses and the warm load of his cum deep in your pussy when you realize what’s happened.

“sorry, princess, yer pussy always feels so fuckin’ good. ya know i can’t help it,” he pants, softly, still coming down from his high. “are you alright?”

you sniffle with a large pout etched on to your face, avoiding his question, turning your head to look away from him.

he furrows his brows when he hears your sniffle and watches you avoid his eyes. he frowns, “baby? yer not mad at me, right?” he asks, worried. if he had truly known you didn’t want it, he wouldn’t have done it. maybe i shouldn’t have… he thinks to himself.

you sigh at his soft voice, turning your head back to look at him, “‘m not mad… but i told you what i wanted, ‘samu…”

you realized how childish you sound— being so mad at something that you usually love, so you don’t really end up voicing your thoughts. a simple, ‘s fine, falls from your lips as you just want to clean up and get ready for bed.

but osamu is smarter than that. he knows you are upset about it, or else you would’ve thanked him with a soft kiss and a smile. he spread your legs open and watches the cum dribble out of your used up hole.

he crouches down, calloused hands grasping the back of your plush thighs, groping them ever so softly. you watch him, carefully, unsure of what he’s about to do.

“‘samu—“

he cuts you off, shushing you, softly, “shh, lemme make it up to, doll,” he squeezes the flesh tight for a few seconds before his honey like voice fills your ears again. “you just be a good girl and open your mouth when i tell you to.”

you nod, obediently, as you always would.

he places gentle kisses down your thigh, muttering under his breath about how beautiful you are and how much he adores you. he stops once he reaches your messy folds, smirking before he looks up at you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at him, heavily anticipating his next move. he presses his tongue against your hole, licking up your entire pussy, groaning at the taste, making you gasp and yelp out his name.

he sucks and slurps the mix of your cum, tonguing in and out of your hole, trying to get all of the cum that he can into his mouth.

“‘samu, fuck! ‘s sensitive!” you moan, running your fingers into his hair, grasping for your life. “s-stop!”

he does as he’s told, pulling his mouth off of you, a small smile on his face. he watches as your chest heaves up and down and takes your hand in his to pull you up towards him.

he looks you in your eyes and taps your cheek, signaling he wants your mouth open. you do as your told— or motioned to— and open wide, waiting for whatever it is he’s doing. he roughly grasps your chin and moves his head over yours.

and then it happens so fast, the last thing you were expecting. a mix of your cum and his cum and spit, trailing out of his mouth and into yours. he watches the spit compile onto your tongue and once he’s done, he smirks at your face of shock.

“such a good baby—mmph!“ you cut him off by shoving your fingers into his mouth. you stand on your knees to reach his height and hold his mouth open to spit the large blob of spit and cum back into his mouth and finally pressing your lips against his.

you shove your tongue into his mouth to get some back into yours, feeling some of the salty substance slip down your chin with how aggressive you are. he moans into your mouth, the cum passing between the two of you makes him breathless. he pulls you back by your hair and gasps, loudly.

“god damn, baby,” he pants, chuckling breathily. “‘m i forgiven?”

you’re not sure how, but the ache in your core is back and stronger than earlier. maybe it was the messy kiss you shared with your handsome husband-to-be or if it was the fact that you have sex drive of an animal, but whatever it was— it needed to be fixed.

“i’ll forgive you… if you give me a summer baby…” you smirk, laying back down on the bed, pliant and ready for a round 2.

“yer wish is my command, princess.”

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YangYang (WayV / NCT) Kinky Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): Runic Tarot

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Liu YangYang

Stage Name: YangYang

Group: WayV / NCT

DOB: 10.10.2000

Blood Type: O

MBTI: INTJ

Sun Sign: Libra

Chinese Sign: Metal Dragon

Life Path Number: 4

Masterpost: NCT (All sub-units)

YangYang (WayV / NCT)

Full Name: Liu YangYang Stage Name: YangYang Group: WayV / NCT DOB: 10.10.2000 Blood Type: O MBTI: INTJ Sun Sign: Libra Chinese Sign: Metal Dragon Life Path Number: 4

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): Runic Tarot

Position - 3 of Wands, 6 of Swords

I feel like YangYang isn’t really that interested in serious romantic relationships at the moment. It looks more like he’s still searching his way through life, like he’s waiting for something special to come into his life. Is it possible he hasn't dated before? Maybe YangYang is waiting for the right person to walk into his life. He’s ready for it but not quite there yet. He’s making plans, maybe imagining how dating would look like, where he could take his partner and such but it doesn’t look like he would have a practical experience with it.

Libido - 10 of Wands

It sort of correlates with what I see in his libido card. YangYang clearly feels a lot of pressure and tension but he’s bound to deal with them on his own without others to help him. He might feel strong desire and lust, strong tension but he’s the one who’s gonna bring relief to himself for the time being. On the other hand, the 10 is significant for the end of cycle or season so YangYang’s special person might be just around the corner.

Turn On - 10 of Horns / Cups

YangYang is likely attracted to a soft, sensitive and family oriented type of person. He might be inclined to look for a mommy type of person, someone who can be gentle with him and build a strong emotional bond with him. I can see YangYang might need a partner more emotionally mature than he is, someone to help him to navigate through confusion he might experience, especially in the beginning of a romantic relationship with them.

Kink - Ace of Swords

In this card I see force and sharpness and direct approach and impact. I mentioned it before that YangYang might feel a bit sexually frustrated and so his kink for the time being is just a quick release. He might tend to rush into physical intimacy, that’s why he might need someone more mature and experienced to be his lover so they can guide him a bit. YangYang might also have a thing for oral, being the one receiving it.

Dirty Secret - V The Hierophant

While YangYang might suffer from urgent physical needs and tension, he’s actually a pretty pure minded person. He’s not exactly the type to break the rules or taboos. He’s like an angel soul trapped in a sinful body. That’s probably the best I can express the impression.

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[writer-komaru]

Okay Okay but like- dies from sweetest overload

(I’m simping so fucking hard TvT eheh-) (female reader hinted btw, barely tho.)

Mikaaaaaaannnn!~

•~Now playing ~ Sappho~•

Mikan would be the sweetest girlfriend <3

She’s the kind of girlfriend to give you random small presents just because she wanted to. :)

Such a sweetie pie, she blushes form the smallest things, I.e. a nickname you give her, a hug, a compliment, etc!~

(And also, this way just be my oppinion, but I really think that Mikan [not despair Mikan] would truly be a sweetheart, no dark intentions or anything like that in her mind. She may fall in revealing positions and such but she truly doesn’t mean to! It’s all an accident! Many think that she has a secret kinky side, too, but at for me I just think she’s full of fluff. But how’s lot the time for smut talk! Time for more fluff)

She gets very nervous when it comes to physical affection though because of all she went through. So please, take it slow with her. Thoughhhhhh….. and you didn’t hear it from me…. But a small, faint kiss to the tip of her nose is enough to make her heart burst!~

She will get so blushy and anxious, but will feel very greatful and happy as well. She’s glad she met someone like you. Your so important to herrrr~

Go on some dates together! Not just outdoorsy dates but at home ones, too! Like movies, games, etc! She will cherish every second you two spend together.

And I can’t say this enough, she is so easy to make blush! The touch of your thigh accidentally against hers, your hands touching as you both go to grab a piece of popcorn, and heaven forbid, prolonged eye contact. It all makes her pale face turn bright pink!

Sometimes at night she will get nightmares, so staying up a bit late to text you becomes routine! You both with exchange sweet remarks (mostly you, though!) and silly jokes. She will giggle lightly to herself, her lovesick eyes glued to her phone.

And don’t get me started on before you started dating! Every time she saw you she would freeze, so nervous to even step into the classroom. You looked so happy chatting to you other classmates, you morning light reflecting off of your eyes made you look even more angelic then normal.

“Hmm? Tsumiki? Why are you so stiff? Need a massage?!”

Ibuki’s energetic voice snapped her back into reality. She let out a sudden mouse like shriek, falling forward and onto her face, luckily she put her arms out to land on her forearms. But… this gave Ibuki a full view of her… delicates.

“Woah!!! You have the cutest panties, Tsumiki! Can I try them on?!”

“Eeeeee!!!! I’m s-s-so sorry, Mioda!!! P-please…. Please f-f-forgive meeeee!!!”

Anyways, on the luckier side, she sat right next to you! When Chisa would be turned around, sometimes her eyes would wander off and into yours. They were so enchanting… it was so hard to pull them away when Chisa turned back around.

And, for the sake of love, her pen accidentally fell on the ground, she would begin to reach down to grab it, just to be cut off by…

“Oh! Don’t worry, I got it!”

You bent down to grab her pen, handing it back to her with a smile. Your smile… it was so bright, so shiny, she almost thought she would go blind. With a quivering hand she accepted her pen back, her eyes still stuck to you~

And after class, when you were eating outside, you thought about how cute she was. Such a sweet voice and personality…. It was inevitable that you fell for her. And there she was, sitting alone, right by a bed of pink and purple flowers. You decided to get up to approach her with a smile and a wave. She froze once again as she heard you approach.

“Hey, why are you sitting all alone? Need some company?”

“U-u-um! Y-you don’t… d-don’t have t-t-to…”

“Is it okay if I want to?”

“T-t-then you.. you c-can…”

“Thank you!!!”

She looked down at her lunch, biting her lip. She was so nervous, so scared, but the feeling of you next to her just…. Felt right. She could never describe it.

Your eyes locked onto a light pink flower with a tiny bit of purple around the center, and reached for it.

“Look at how pretty this is, Tsumiki.”

She nodded. It was a very pretty flower.

But, she felt like time froze when your hand approached hers. She honestly expected you to hit her or something like that, but no. You placed the flower behind her ear.

“There! It looks even prettier when you wear it!”

She was at a loss for words, her fingertips brushing the petals lightly. You were so nice and sweet to her, like a guardian Angel reaching out to her. Your warm smile…. It was all too much for this poor girl. She couldn’t help the tears that pricked at her already puffy eyes. They dripped down her cheeks which stretched into a small smile. She looked at you with love, pure, pure, love.

“T-th…. Thank you.”

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Idk about you but I’ve had big big boy by sza on repeat and now I can’t get the image of Jason if when he grows up, talking 24-30ish, he looses his boyish body and is just a pure brick shithouse of a bloke. No lil waist nothing. Like hasanabi or Winston duke. Not even like overly muscular but very clearly powerful. When he hits he hits hard but like he’s still soft and good natured just with a brick wall of a physique. Idk why I’m sharing but I need this off my mind it’s giving brainrot

you are so freaking right anon!!!!! he IS a big boy. as he deserves. as WE deserve. and because i loved this so much it's a feature in a fic now. thank you for your brilliance anon :)

*this fic does not fulfill this "prompt" it just acknowledges the concept to some extent

summary

percy cannot contain his feelings. current news: storm fast approaching. jason is very good at being the pillar to lean against. he's very good at helping. current news: lifeguards advise that no water activities take place. storm continues to roll into the bay. percy and jason are so wonderfully brilliant at creation. is that not just the opposite of contain? to flood.

(you know i suck at summaries: percy and jase getting slightly kinky in a car, almost causing a storm, and then being teased about it, mwah!)

beginning notes

hiiiii! i found the first like 300 words of this which i started in august :// and my writing demon was like okay bitch do something about it??? so here we are :) It's another one of those, i was feeling a little out of my mind so this fic is a bit out of pace out of body out of logic type ones lol. you guys know what im talking about. i also realised i havent written for pers and jase in so long??? which is insane to me because they still are and forever will be my babies

this is also sort of an acknowledgment to an anon i got a couple weeks ago who put me onto big boy jason inspired by SZA's "big boy" and yea anon you're so right. he IS a big boy

title is from "paradise" by BTS

as usual this is not edited. my laptop is dying so i havent even done a quick run through . if you see a mistake, wish on it :) all in time for the new year

CW

slight unsettling pace // slight grotesque imagery // slight nsfw content (while this does not contain explicit content there is some level of sexual activity happening. please keep yourself safe and within your boundaries)

I love you angel humans! thank you for spending this year with me :) you guys make me so happy. i look forward to your kudos, your comments, and your interactions every day. you are the brightest stars and i wish you nothing but peace and joy in the new year. as always stay safe, eat well, and i hope magic finds you <3