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[getvalentined]

Thinking about finally throwing all my FF7 meta analysis and lore deep dive stuff onto a sideblog. It'd be reblogged from here, but I'd be able to organize it a little better, have a directory so people could find things more easily, and maybe it'd stop people from regurgitating things I say word-for-word for brownie points when they can just find and reblog the fucking original post(s).

[deandoesthingstome]

Exactly What His Heart Meant

Pairing: Pornstar!August Walker x Pornstar!Reader

Summary: August Walker has wanted you forever. You want him, too. It's perfect.

Word Count: 7.4K

Warnings: This is Pornstar!AU, okay? 18+ ONLY Drug and alcohol use, mentions of a three-way, generic anal, bad business practices, oral sex (F & M receiving), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, P in V missionary and doggy style, sex toys, pegging (gasp - yes I'm going there), aftercare. Love.

A/N: I am nervous, okay? This is not your average everyday August Walker, but I love him and I hope you do too. I have been wanting to do this since forever. I've posted a few blurbs in WIP tag games here and here. I gushed about the song that kicked the whole thing into high gear and the fic title is taken from "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" - Rod Stewart. Both songs can be found on the playlist.

Bonus points if you can find the nods to other HC characters. There is definitely one, maybe two or three if you squint hard. (These points don't get you anything, sorry.)

Playlist: Listen to the music of the night on Spotify here.

Header and dividers by me.

August owned his entrance like no other. The studio made sure to send a PA ahead to prep the DJ and once he heard the first strains of “Night Fever” spill out of the club, he stepped out of the shadows and headed to the entrance, ready to start his decent down into the lights and glitter and debauchery as soon as Here I am sounded through the speakers and a spotlight made its way to him.

The already celebratory crowd went wild as he struck the iconic pose and thrust his hips in time to the rhythm. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried, no matter how he had protested his employer’s choice for him. He would have sworn on any stack of bibles he didn’t like disco and abhorred polyester, yet here he was gyrating away. First time for everything. Starting with enjoying this awards night and after-party.

Each one prior had a story already attached to it from the beginning of the night, starting with his inaugural ceremony and guaranteed newcomer award, and trailing through the end of every relationship he thought would be the one. He finally stopped assuming because they said yes to the event after a few months or more of dating, that meant they were saying yes to him forever. The next few years were brutal and lonely, not that he couldn’t find some starfucker to take home at the end of the night, but that wasn’t what he craved.

Tonight was Club Retro themed. Award ceremony glamor as usual, but a costume change was required somewhere on the way from the venue to the after-party if you wanted to really up your game. Arrive in club gear of whichever era you wanted, but arrive dressed to impress nonetheless. He wasn’t the only actor a studio had convinced to go for the Travolta look, but he was probably the most surprised to find himself exhilarated by it and the attention it received. He kept all three pieces of the white suit, but he ditched the dark blue shirt altogether. Maybe he didn’t have a full head of hair, but the ‘stache and chest hair on display held 70’s swagger and he was running with it. 

He grabbed a glass of champagne from one tray and a pill from another and set off into the crowd in search of the rest of his crew. He caught glimpses of the fresh-faced sweetheart who’d just inked a new deal grinding on the studio’s number two out on the dance floor and knew his plan to link them up had worked. The fans would eat them up, he knew it. 

Knew it better than the owner, who wanted August to break her in. Ethan had begun making some really bad casting and scripting decisions and August was glad his contract was coming to an end. He was starting to feel like he wanted to just blow the whole studio up, let loose with all the bullshit he knew about his boss and how he ran his business. The industry could be awful, plenty of horror stories, but August had initially thought he’d found a place to call home. 

What he’d begun to uncover about Ethan Hunt could fill a manifesto that would take the place down. And as crazy as it sounded, though he was tired of breaking in new talent, he wasn’t ready to be the reason all his friends lost their jobs. Not everyone was in a position to land on their feet. Regardless, at least now, with the sweetheart and the roughneck on a solid trajectory he wouldn’t be in the middle of something if tonight panned out the way he hoped.

Though, to be honest, it wasn’t looking good. He’d found his crew and then scanned the room for her with no luck. 

“She hasn’t shown up yet,” his agent purred in his ear. Kelis was always down to party whenever he had an itch no one else would scratch, and he appreciated how decidedly non-attached she always was. No clingy phone calls or pouting over non-existing anniversaries. It aggravated him, though, that she was looking to seduce him here, tonight of all nights. Especially because she knew where his mind would likely be, but it didn’t stop her from begging for his cock every now and then. He could tell she’d gotten the hint his look gave by the way she toned it way down to answer his next question.

“A few from her studio have shown up but she wasn’t with them and they wouldn’t tell me where she was. It was all very secretive. So at least let me have my way with you on the dance floor if you won’t take me home tonight. Please?”

He relented and found himself having the time of his life. Song after song flew by as he grabbed water then whisky, a line, then water, another line, then whisky, water, whiskey, whisky, water. Dancing with Kelis gave him a chance to forget about his frustration with his studio and everyone, here or not, for the moment. He let himself be free and felt a weightlessness he hadn’t in a long time. No call sheets waiting at home. No scenes to prep. No “scripts” to read. Tonight and the next two weeks were his and his alone. Time for some decisions.

He noticed the crowd had begun to thin, and realized he wanted some fresh air, so he peeled himself away from Kelis with a promise-to-return kiss and tap on the ass. He took the elevator to the rooftop bar and found himself a little amazed at the streaks of light just beginning to emerge in the distance. Time had really flown while he was having fun.

He was about to head towards the drinks when he spotted her leaning against the railing in the opposite direction. The white-golden hair flowing behind her was an obvious wig. He’d seen her step to the stage to accept multiple awards tonight (or is it last night now?) and she had looked just as gorgeous with her natural color as she did all done up in her Farrah waves now. An unexpected jolt of excitement coursed through his veins as he realized she’d also opted for a 70’s look, complete with a scandalously (though by whose standards?) short metallic silver skirt with slits on either side and what he assumed was a matching top, though with her back to him as she peered out over the awakening city, all he really saw where the two thin silver chains that criss-crossed across her back. They looked like they would hold nothing up.

But she was alone and he knew it was now or never, so he strolled around the roof-top pool to step up beside her.

"I’m glad I finally found you. I wanted to congratulate you. It's not often a producer gets awards for both behind and front of camera work," he opened.

She turned her head and beamed a dazzling smile in return before thanking him and offering her own congratulations along with her hand and then a surprisingly friendly hello hug.

“I saw you nailed Best Male Performer and Best Anal again. Your Missionary: Impossible series was a true stroke of genius. I wish I had thought of it first.”

“So she’s not immune,” August thought as he peeled himself away from her warm body. “She remembers my name.” At least she recognized his star status. Maybe she hadn’t forgotten him. He pressed his lips to the back of her hand and trained his eyes on her through his lashes.

“You know I’d love to have you join the cast,” he spoke as he finished the hello hand kiss and lifted his head to gaze directly at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that scream ‘spy’ quite as much as yours do.”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a producer acting for another studio. You’ve got balls to ask, that’s for sure,” she laughed, tossing back the rest of her whisky before grabbing another off the tray passing by.

“Where’ve you been all night? I tried to find you right after the ceremony, but you disappeared and I had to run for a wardrobe change.” August tossed a casual grin and motioned at the cheesiness of his costume, though inside he was kicking himself. 

The point of engaging wasn’t to offer her a part. How ridiculous! He’d been doing that for months now and she wasn’t biting. No. Tonight he was going to get answers. Why had she consistently denied him another shot with her? It had to be more than just the technicalities of trying to untangle ownership and percentages filming another studio’s producer would bring. She broke into his train of thought with an explanation of her quick and sudden departure from the award banquet and why she hadn’t arrived at the after party locale for what had to be at least a few hours.

“Already prepping material for next year. We had a newcomer attend with the studio tonight. He’s an absolute stud. Looking to get his name out there so we filmed his first scene backstage.”

August’s hopeful heart sank a little. He couldn’t expect her not to keep putting out material just because his advances might finally be successful, but it would take all his cool charm and guile to woo her if she was already cock-drunk tonight. He put out another feeler.

“You look well put back together already,” he commented, eyes tracing her figure with obvious intent.

“Oh not me. No, I was directing. Looking to nab that ‘behind the scene newcomer’ award next year,” she beamed, her smile still welcoming. “No, Mikey did a little gonzo three-way for his first official movie with Darkk Angel. We’re releasing it next week after a quick trip to post and then have him lined up for three more scenes next month. I’m wondering if we can talk AVN into a “most prolific” award.” Her laughter was infectious and he found himself with a wide grin, verging on goofy in spite of his aim.

“You’ve never directed? How have I missed that?” August sought to focus attention away from whoever this Mikey kid was and back on her completely, then mentally kicked himself again for admitting something that could only make him look desperate and maybe a little creepy. From his statement, and along with all the official asks from his agent, she had to think he was a stalker, completely obsessed with her. 

Not that he wasn’t. Not since that very first time. Her “first’ anal scene. He understood she had to be a little overwhelmed at that shoot with so many people on set. She had clearly already fucked the director (for a scene) and was now just taking on a few actors who were already on a rise. It was his last commitment to the old studio and then he was off to a new contract with Hunt. God, he wished he could have taken her with him. As it was, the only thing he kept was her scent that lingered not long enough.

"You know, I've asked my agent about another scene with you more times than any other actor. He never has a good enough reason to tell me no. What gives?" August inquired.

She debated telling him the truth. That she was completely enamored of him despite, only having met once, and afraid to ruin her own fantasy. Yes, she thought about him often. She’d be lying if she said otherwise.

But what if he refused her counter-offers? What if he didn't play the way she had come to discover she wanted sometimes, needed even?

She could accept if his big dick in her pussy or ass was all he'd agree to again for one scene. But she wanted more. More than a scene. More than a spectacle.

"Industry's hottest stars finally fucking again!" she imagined the trade headlines would scream, not bothering to temper her own ego about her status.

And which studio got the rights? His or hers? Of course she would never give up the rights to those shots, those stills, that video. It had been years since any studio other than the one she owned had any rights to any images of her. Why August Walker didn't make the same professional move she had was beyond her, but at least she could play the upper hand if it came down to it. It was power to own the rights to your own material and that power trumped his studio contracts. Or at least she'd make that case. Plus Ethan Hunt was a little bitch and she’d be damned if she contributed to his profits in any way.

Still, she couldn’t get past the concern that having his big dick in her ass again would ruin her for anyone else ever again. It wasn't the size. Hell, she'd had two almost equal to him in there just the other day.

No. It was the fantasy. Not only what she already knew of his prowess, though if she’d improved over time, and she knew she had, he had to have gotten better too. But also what she imagined she knew based on the stories she'd heard. Stories about his true personality as well as the image she made up in her head based on tidbits of their past and innuendos of his present.

On set, she'd heard he’d become a bit of a prick. Even worse when the storyline called for Daddy. Not that it didn't make her wet to watch. And daydream about. Calling him Daddy, mmmm.

Except that wasn't her. Not her kink. Not her need. Not really.

And off set? Well, lips are usually loose in the industry, but somehow very few factual stories about dating August Walker were out there. Most of what she'd heard was easily dispelled rumor.

No, he wasn't into animal play. Either kind. Good.

No, he didn't force his partners to sleep in separate rooms after finishing. Why would someone even start that rumor? To what end? 

Her private private detective had tracked down the source and verified quickly. It was a little bit of column a, a little bit of column b. The studio was looking to cash in on the mystery and intrigue of their dashing playboy, and a jilted date wanted more. Who wouldn't want more of him? But that choice was self-sabotaging to say the least.

She was well aware that some women, and men for that matter, liked to imagine their favorite actor to be the world's largest asshole. No, not that way. 

That was the way she liked to imagine him. And the basis for her declination. He'd never say yes. She was sure of it.

And yet here he was. Blushing at the mere mention. Maybe she should have countered with that when he first started seeking her out. But she hadn't been ready to give up the rush she felt every time a message from Hunt Club studios appeared in her inbox.

August felt the heat rise in his cheeks and knew someone out there would say he was blushing, but August Walker does not blush.

As she leaned in, he swiped another surreptitious peek at her gorgeous and barely covered tits, though he was so smooth no one could have seen this time. Not that it mattered. He was right about the thin silver chains holding onto barely anything up front. Where she found tissue paper thin metallic material, he had no idea but her nipples showed through what little fabric there was making up the plunging neckline of the deep-vee tank, as if they weren’t also practically peeking out of the top as it was. She had them on display for a reason. But he was trying to make a move here. Trying to differentiate himself from the rest of the industry players and hangers-on hoping for a hook-up after the awards.

Champagne and liquor had flowed all night, powder cut, pills popped. He was tipsy but it was really the sunrise inching its way into the sky behind her, here on this rooftop bar next to the pool full of drunken, naked bodies, and the angelic halo circling the crown of her head that had him staring back into her eyes in no time, enraptured. Well, that and her reply.

“I have certain … desires that I’m not convinced you’d be amenable to and I didn’t want to alienate you.”

He went on to ask, no - insist, she explained her terms, right here right now. And she obliged, clarifying that she didn’t intend to be filmed at all. That her interest in climbing into bed with him was related only to the burning desire she’d felt to track him down, beg him for more, practically every day since that shoot. And the thing that convinced her not to bother was the never ending stream of talent she’d seen draped around him months, years later. 

But she wouldn’t, couldn’t deny that she wanted him. Wanted to relive that moment and then build on it. Take the scene farther than was written. Fuck him right off the page and into her life forever. It was indescribable the way he felt listening to her narrate her desire to own him. She was only mentioning the bedroom, but he got the feeling she meant the heart as well.

Still, she was being mysterious with the details, so August began to mention specifics. What he wouldn’t do.

"I won't lick your boots," he'd said with a grin after a shorter than expected list, still wavering on if he actually meant to convey the opposite.

"Maybe not," she replied before leaning in and whispering in his ear as he tilted down to meet her. It was clear from her next sentence that she’d finally figured out he’d say yes. He was practically begging for it right here in front of these few end-of-the evening stragglers. "But you will take every inch of me."

Negotiations had already begun and this was just ink on the dotted line. Along with a string of consent questions with compatible answers and now she knew his safeword and he knew hers. It wasn’t what it used to be. Because things can change. But not his desire for her.

He brushed past her non-binding handshake and drew her in for a confirmation kiss, hands gently pulling her waist towards him. “You still smell the same. It drives me crazy,” he admitted before pressing his lips to hers with a smile. Then he broke the kiss, which had begun to turn lascivious even for the nature of the event, afraid they’d never make it off the roof-top if he didn’t.

He gave a deceptively shy smile and knowing nod to Kelis as he passed her on his way out with the true object of his desire draped along his arm.

She sent her limo off with whatever crew was left at the party before climbing into the back of his. They had no sooner pulled away from the curb and begun to make their way to his hi-rise apartment building than the driver’s shield went up and she went down, unzipping his trousers and slipping her hand in to coax him out. 

She had gotten incredibly better at sucking dick in these interim years. But it was like she was finally home. Like her mouth opened magically around him to hold him close and taste his skin. It took everything in his power not to blow his load down her throat in the car. He wanted to be in her pussy when he came and there wasn’t much he wanted more at this moment.

He managed to pull her off and get her back on the seat, legs spread and ready to take his shoulders as he slipped his tongue deep inside her core. Moving the floss she’d bothered to pull on out of his way wasn’t hard in the least. He had her screaming by the time the limo pulled up outside his building.

August draped his suit jacket over her shoulders before he helped her out of the car and into the lobby. When the elevator doors closed around them, she turned and pressed him back into the wall, staring up at him with hunger and power equally.

“That’s the last time you call the shots tonight. I’m taking my shoes off as soon as we walk in your door, so you can’t accuse me of asking you to lick my boots. But you will be on your knees and you will put your mouth back on my pussy and do that one more time before anything else happens tonight. Understood?”

He stared down at her with amusement that morphed into understanding that ended in solemnity before the ding at his floor broke the silence.

“Yes ma’am,” he finally replied, resigned to her whim. He opened the lock with practiced ease, nothing shaking out of fear but only vibrating with anticipation. How had he missed her meaning all those years ago? 

“I wish I could show you how this feels,” she’d whispered in his ear as he held her chest tight against his. “But it’s nothing compared to how it feels from behind.”

At the time he thought she had meant for him to turn her around, still on top of him but back to chest. So he did. And she liked it. She came like a banshee and that squeeze is something they can’t fake. That’s what wins the awards anyway. The audience knows it’s acting, but when they can tell it’s something the actor actually wants, when the chemistry is kinetic, the high is so much higher. 

Clearly she’d had so much more in mind. When she came back down, he made sure to check the front door lock before he turned back to scoop her quivering body into his arms and carry her down the hall to his bedroom.

“Don’t think I’m anywhere near done with you just because I’m a wreck right now,” she called to him as he set her onto his bed. “Where are you going?”

“I would never think you’d consider that enough for an evening. I want to freshen up, if you don’t mind. May I?” August quirked an eyebrow awaiting her response and it was clear he’d come right back to the bed if she forbade it. No questions asked. But she allowed it and that only made him ache for her more. He’d be quick.

“Damn right you will!” she called out after him before ridding herself of her own garments. 

Her hand must have found its way to the soaking mess between her legs and this is how August found her when he stepped out of the bathroom a very short while later, rubbing a towel over his head after peeling it off his body. He watched her luxuriate in the slippery slide feel of her fingers dipping in and out, rubbing, pinching, pumping, pumping, pumping.

He dipped carefully onto the bed. He had no desire to startle her out of her joy, he only wanted to witness it up close. He crawled alongside her and watched as her chest heaves softened and listened as her sighs became longer. When she finally opened her eyes on a deep inhale, he smiled at her.

“May I join you?” So respectful.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, and while he heeded she lifted his arm and guided his hand between her legs. “And touch me,” she whispered into his mouth. 

He obeyed. His fingers drifted through her folds and made use of the slick that remained to press up into her. One, two, one, two. And now three. And now she’s grinding up against his hand and breaking the kiss to demand more and he’s giving it to her but it’s not enough, is it?

“More,” she cried out. “Fuck me, August.”

He was grateful at that moment for two revelations from the rooftop. He already knew his own status, testing often despite Hunt’s lackadaisical studio regulations. But she had shared that her studio adopted the standard of routine and regular testing early on and therefore she knew exactly what her status was, too. And, coupled with the fact that she had the implant, she had no qualms going bare. All these things led to the next thing he was grateful for and that was the feel of her pussy wrapped all the way around him as he slipped his prodigious cock deep inside her. 

He mused he could do this all night. Or rather all day and into the night, when the moon began to rise again. Because it wasn’t night at all. It was broad daylight now and it was streaming in through the mirrored windows. Nobody could see it, even if they did find themselves on level with the height of his apartment. But no curtains meant he could see the way the sunlight brightened her face and it made him want to see all of her.

“Will you take it off, too?” he asked, staring down at her while he pistoned his hips into hers and felt her open and warm around him. “Please?”

He wasn’t used to begging. As much as he wasn’t a blusher, he definitely wasn’t a beggar but he found himself wanting to do anything for her and she wanted him to beg. Or at least ask nicely. And he wanted to obey. For the first time, maybe ever, August Walker wasn’t in charge.

She obliged and pulled the wig off easily. It wasn’t even pinned on, there was so much bang to cover the cap. All that meant was she was able to free her natural hair with ease and he was thankful. Now she lay bare before him and he got to take a good long, up close and personal look before she took it all away.

Faster than he would have preferred she slipped back and eased him out, but turned just as quickly to take him in her mouth. August let his eyes fall closed while he relished the feeling of her mouth around his cock again, but just when it started feeling really good, it also started feeling too good. If she continued he was going to come and he really meant it when he decided he wanted to be inside her for that. And not her mouth.

“Please,” it was practically a whisper. She almost hadn’t heard. But she let go with a pop and asked.

“What was that?”

“Please,” he begged again, raspy but with sound this time, voice hitching as she took him back in her mouth for just the briefest of sucks.

“What are you asking for?”

When he pleaded again with a cracked voice, she smiled as she let go.

“What is it, August? Huh? What do you want? Or not want?”

“Please…please don’t.” he stuttered as she continued to toy with him. Dick in and then out of his mouth with no concern for his predicament.

“Say it, August. Ask nicely.”

“Don’t make me come,” he begged, even as she sank to wrap her lips around him once more. “Please.”

“If that’s what you want. You only have to ask. Nicely.” She was so proud of him and he could feel that. Could tell she’d do anything for him. And let him do anything for her.

“Let me fuck you,” he asked. “Please. Just ….”

“Don’t bother saying it, you and I both know 5 minutes turns into 20 in no time,’ she laughed with him as she lay back with her legs spread wide for him. He stayed kneeling between her legs and watched her face explode with pleasure as he rocked deep and strong inside of her. He wasn’t trying to overcome her, wasn’t looking to establish any kind of dominance. Not on purpose at least. Because the fact of the matter was, that no matter how much he wanted to let her be in charge, it just came so naturally to him. It was hard to drop that mantle. Especially while fucking into her and watching her fall apart around him.

Then she shook her head and through sheer will, dragged herself back from the precipice to snake an arm up his chest, fingers drifting to his neck and drawing him down against her. 

“Kiss me again, August,” she commanded and he obliged with no hesitation. It wasn’t that he couldn’t resist and instead put her right back in the trance his cock had caused, but he didn’t want to. They’d agreed on this night. Agreed what it would mean. He was finally getting what he’d craved all these years. And so was she.

Their tongues tangled while his fingertips traveled over velvety skin, her legs wrapped around hips, his thick member pistoned in and out of her wet and slippery cunt that she controlled so well. She hadn’t been wrong. August imagined he could stay like this forever if she’d let him, drowning in her glory, ego stroked with every gasp and whimper and cry of hers. It was music to his ears. He’d heard enough fake moans and pants over the years to know what the real thing sounded like and he never wanted to give it up.

When he felt her squeeze tight around him for the second time, he began to slow, sure that more than twenty minutes had passed but completely uninterested in confirming his suspicion. No, he wanted her on her knees again.

“Can I have you from behind?” he murmured in her ear after kissing his way along her cheek and neck. “Just for 5 minutes.”

She could feel his grin, but before she could compose an appropriate response, he’d shifted, changed tempo and hit a different spot that had her howling and fighting the urge to beg him for more. Even then brief respite she’d have while they switched positions should allow her to gather her wits and tamp down her desire to just let him rail her into the next day. Because tonight was for something more. So she pushed him back away from her, flipped and pulled herself to all fours while crawling towards the center of the bed.

With a seductive glance over her shoulder, she called to him, “Come and get it, stud.”

Five minutes in heaven. That’s all she was going to allow him. She pressed her chest down into the bed and let him drag her hips into the air, flesh captured under his strong fingers. She screamed into the sheets as August directed her pleasure with practiced skill and just when she felt she couldn’t hold on any longer, he slipped a saliva-coated thumb into her ass and sent her reeling. He’d timed it perfectly. 

“You’re done,” she fought through her haze to flip to her back and clarify. “We still have a deal, right?”

She watched him stroking himself lazy and slow to stay hard while his eyes blinked shut with relief almost involuntarily. 

“Yes,” he replied, his exhale full of yearning. “Will you show me?”

“Show you what, August? Hmm?” she asked with a tilt of her head, pleased he was finally ready to give in to what he’d already agreed to back on that rooftop.

“Show me how it feels.” It wasn’t a question, yet still not a command. He’d never dare to command her. Not until she was ready for him to. And that wasn’t tonight.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since we met.”

All those years. All that time. August closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and told himself it’s fine. It’ll be fine. He pulled back a bit from the ledge that he wanted to step over for missing her meaning all along. As if she could read his mind, she spoke from somewhere that felt like a dream.

“I’m glad you waited though. I wasn’t ready either. I was trying to get over my nerves and thought a little brazen tease directed at the top talent on set would help. But I’ve discovered I really do like sharing that experience, knowing I can make a man feel the way he makes me feel. Make him understand how much better it is when it's from someone who cares."

When he opened his eyes, she was pulling herself up to her knees to meet him. He felt her hands trace along his chest as she pressed her lips to his. It was almost sweet, but definitely a relief. She really did want this as much as he did.

For a mini-eternity, they let their tongues tangle and hands roam. August shivered as her nails traced down his back with the perfect dig and smiled into her lips as he thought about the red lines he’d be left with the next day. He cradled the nape of her neck as even on knees he towered over her and let a hand drift down the soft skin of her side and around her waist to cup her ass.

When her hands finally landed in the same spot on him, he felt another layer of tension release as she caressed and squeezed each cheek with passion. She broke the kiss and nuzzled down his chest, landing on her elbows before him. With eagerness, she took hold of his still invigorated member, gave a few soft strokes, and then put him back in her warm, wet, inviting mouth. 

But this blowjob had an ulterior motive that August felt as soon as it turned sloppy and her saliva began to drip and pool around him. With a now slick hand, she slipped her fingers off the base of his cock and in between his legs, tracing past the waxed-bare skin off his balls and teasing his entrance.

She circled and smoothed and kneaded until he finally felt a finger ease past the first ring of muscle and he had to put a hand on her head to slow the bob that was already threatening to pull his orgasm too soon. Surely she didn’t want that, did she?

August dropped his head back with a groan of pleasure as she let her spit drop onto her fingers again before pressing a second digit inside, just beginning to open him up to all her possibilities. It already felt so, so good. If this was all she did for him, it was worth it, but not really what he wanted. He’d had a few other lovers tease him like this, but he always stopped them short, still too nervous to let them go all the way to where he needed.

He’d kept this part of himself secret, shared it with no one, tested it only when alone. He knew it was stupid to hide this craving, especially given how exposed he allowed himself to be on film. But this was something different. Something personal. Private. That’s what he told himself. And he let his stature in the industry dictate the type of man he was in a bedroom, with a woman but without the cameras, for far too long.

His head was spinning as her tongue licked his length and her fingers teased and touched. She was pressing and pushing deeper and when she finally found his spot it took every ounce of willpower to maintain composure. He still wanted more of her, still didn’t want to come yet.

It dawned on him then that she hadn’t brought an overnight bag with change of clothes for the morning or toys for the evening. Just her ridiculously sexy wisp of an outfit and a tiny clutch that couldn’t have hidden even a bottle of lube, let alone the tool she needed to fulfill their bargain. She’d promised him he’d take every inch of her. Could she really have meant only this? Was she expecting him to come as she beckoned inside him?

“I can hear your thoughts, August” she purred up at him with a smile, mouth off his dick, but fingers still toying with him. “I don’t want to stop here either. I’m sure you can help me out, can’t you?”

She felt him tense and knew he was weighing the pros and cons of admitting what she had guessed when he agreed to take her home immediately without offering to make a stop along the way. August had his own equipment. No doubt about it.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, removing her fingers completely and returning to her knees to kiss him hard and deep before speaking to him on his level. “You don’t have to hide anymore. Show me what you need.” 

She watched the seas of his eyes storm with fear before settling into calm as she held his gaze with no judgment, no mockery. She kissed him again, licked into the space between his lips and felt the passion as he held her tight, almost holding on for his life while he kissed her back.

When he finally broke free, he stepped back off the bed and opened the nightstand to remove a bottle of lube before he moved across the room to a mirrored armoire. He opened the doors and removed a sleek, black box which he brought back to place slowly on the nightstand, clearly deep in thought. And then he hesitated, hands resting on the lid of the box, head down.

“I don’t…” he started, and she felt a small ache in her heart. She had never seen him so vulnerable. Not that she spent much time alone with him at all, but this was truly a side she hadn’t quite expected after everything she knew about him.

“We can take our time, August,” she spoke with a careful tone and no desire to spook him. He remained still and she felt reassured he wasn’t running, not in his mind or his body. When he spoke, she had to stifle a small laugh for fear she would send him running from misplaced shame.

“I only mean, I don’t have a harness for you.” He turned, fingertips of only one hand still on the closed box, eyes scanning hers for understanding. And she understood completely.

She moved closer to the edge of the bed and grinned at him. “Oh, August. Oh baby, this is what has you worried? You think I can’t make it good for you if I’m not wearing it?” She watched this new layer of tension begin to melt away as he registered her words. “August Walker, I meant what I said and I can’t wait to fuck you however I can. And believe me, I know how to make it good.”

She waited for him to relax, to speak, to return to his usual manner and let her back in. Then she took a calculated breath, dropped the timbre of her voice, and called to him.

“And you’re going to let me, aren’t you August?”

Her eyes dropped just in time to see the twitch in his still hard-cock and she knew he was back and ready to let her have him. He flipped the lid to the lacquer box with one finger and revealed a small treasure trove of devices, any of which she’d be thrilled to treat him with. With no idea how prepared he really was, she let him choose. 

“Will you start with this?” August handed her not the smallest, but not the largest either and she accepted willingly. “It’s been a minute.”

With complete understanding she led him back into bed on his knees before grabbing the lube from the nightstand and setting about her business. Kisses first. Deep and hungry. She wanted his tongue down her throat and he obliged while she held the dildo and lube in one hand and stroked his rock hard cock with the other. 

Before too long, she’d dropped the toy to the bed and flipped the lid to the tube, using proprioception to drop several dollops onto her open hand before reaching between his spread legs while still commanding his kiss. Her fingers smoothed the viscous fluid over his entrance and dipped a little in with a finger before she reached for the prosthetic and smeared the rest around the tip and down the base.

Her lips left his reluctantly as she ordered him to hands and knees while she maneuvered behind him. With practiced skill, she massaged and manipulated her fingers inside him once more, listening for the moans and groans that told her he was ready for her to place the tip alongside a finger and ease the toy inside. She watched him carefully, moving slowly and waiting for him to relax fully before she slipped the whole thing in and he took it with the sweetest grunt.

“You’re doing so good for me, August. Just like I knew you would. Does it feel good?” she questioned, while gently pulling and pushing, twisting and pressing, smiling when he answered in the affirmative. With each motion she listened for the sounds that would tell her where and how it felt best and she was quick to learn his needs.

“Fuck…just like that,” he begged and hitched back into her, already wanting more.

“Impatient,” she teased lightly as she shifted to the side so she could both lean over to capture his lips again and still work the toy in and out of his slowly writhing body. She kept him wanting, shifting the speed and direction, for as long as he could last before he finally begged for the real thing.

She left him face down and ass up while she switched gear, careful to add more lube to both him and the larger phallus. But when she was ready to finally give him what he wanted, she paused for just a moment to consider orientation. She was certain positioning him to face the mirror would be too much for this first time together, but there would be others, she was sure now.

Other times to see the exquisite pain she knew would soon drip down his face as she wielded the apparatus and gave him every inch he asked for. She ran a hand up his back and grabbed onto his shoulder for more leverage as she worked him into a frenzy. He was bucking back into her and the moans that drifted from his lips were music to her ears. All the practice and care she’d taken, learning how to please a lover this way were paying off.

She knew how it felt, knew how he was riding each high and low. Watched him relax into his pleasure, at times letting her control him completely before he shifted his hips and dug into the bed with hands and knees to find purchase that would allow him to grind hard onto the sizable dildo she brandished with expertise. She’d go all night like this if he wanted.

As his circuits finally broke, she could see the waves of pleasure begin to ripple along his spine. He was coming furiously hard, perhaps harder than he had in a long time, no matter how many uses this toy of his had gotten on his own. She was that good at sensing and feeling and pushing and pulling exactly how and when and where he needed.

And August definitely needed. That much was abundantly clear as he collapsed fully to the bed, panting and gasping for air as he rode the waves of his lingering orgasm. She could see him twitching and knew the feeling because it was exactly how she felt after everyone of the orgasms he’d given her tonight. Like an explosion of sensation she never wanted to come down from and she’d given that to him finally.

She left him to catch his breath and stepped to the bathroom to run warm water over a soft washcloth and grab a fresh towel on the way back. When he was cleaned and dry, she tucked into the covers with him and pulled him to her, guiding his head to her chest.

“You feel okay? Need anything else right now?” she asked him quietly as her hand drifted up and down his back.

“I wanted to come inside you,” August admitted with an exhausted sigh.

“We’re gonna have a lifetime of that.”

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[wandixx]

There are two dpxdc posts that keep banging around my head and I would love to find them and read them again, reblog and all that jazz but they're really good at hide and seek. Can someone help me please?

One was about Cass. She met Danny while running away from her father. She saw Dash bullying and drop kicked him or something and Danny as a way to pay back invited her to Nasty Burger. He was infodumping about stars all the time they were there but Cass barely understood anything. She did understood what star means and thought Danny was similar to them so she nicknamed him that. Danny nicknamed her Moon. They didn't get to finish because she saw her father and had to run again. They met years later when Cass was part of Batfam and Danny was on a run. He helped her with something and she invited him to BatBurger (she started doing it as a way to show gratitude for everyone that helped her after meeting Star for the first time). Then they somehow recognised each other. I'm nearly sure it was in form of ask.

Second one was summoning type of deal. There was some big threat to Earth and Justice League couldn't handle it so they tried to summon this powerful being (I think it wasn't Ghost King but who knows). Danny arrived there in his full eldritch glory. Constantine was there to use his soul as a bargain chip but summoning rendered him unconscious so one hero (I don't think it was specified) stepped up to offer his soul but Danny instead asked for 24 hours from their life. They agreed because damn, something was destroying Earth but it was hard. They all thought they'll die 24 hour before their time. Instead week or so later Danny shows up in Watchtower in his humanoid form (not sure if straight up as human or in Phantom form) and is all happy and excited for his 24 hours of mandatory mentorship

Please help me find it. Whether you tag me in comments or copy paste link or whatever else is easiest. Pretty please

[sunkissed-zegras]

✮ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!, zegras' have more fun au

♡ ─ summary | it's y/n's 19th birthday back in 2022!

♡ ─ warnings | unedited, nothing except some cursing, literally nothing i don't think??

♡ ─ taglist | tbd (check link in navigation!)

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay guys!!! i have a few announcements for y'all! 1 - i've decided that after this post, this won't be a reader insert because...

2 - i am planning to make this a series!!!!!! one of my oc's for this au, brie, will be having her own spinoff with luca fantilli (maybe, we will see...) and it will be confusing so that's why i decided to make the zegras!sister an oc!!!!!!! i will be posting some polls (bc here we are a democracy here 🫡) for the name & brie's love interest so keep a lookout for that!

3 - PLEASE SEND IN SOME ASKS FOR THIS AU! i am running out of ideas quickly, so please send in your thoughts!!!! anyways, that's it lol. sorry for the long A/N!

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ynzegras ann arbor, michigan

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ynzegras | glow day with my girls <3 (+ parker)

tagged: briesbagels, avazegras, frienduser1, frienduser2, pchandler68 september 1, 2022

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briesbagels | birthday bitch!!!! yesss!!!!!!!!!

briesbagels | SHE FLEW ME OUT TO MICHIE IT WAS SO FUN

↳ ynzegras shoulda went to umich instead of uc berk 🙄

↳ lucafantilli ik, shes so much fun too bad she goes to berk 😑

↳ pchandler68 🤨📸

avazegras | OLD LADY !!!!!!!!!

↳ ynzegras shut up. ur literally 2 yrs younger. ur close behind

pchandler68 | ACTUAL photo creds this time!!!!!!

↳ briesbagels all you this time😌

↳ ynzegras thanks park for doing ur job

↳ pchandler68 so u just invited me to ur photographer??

↳ ynzegras yeah it was going to JUST BE A GIRLS NIGHT but ur welcome

↳ lhughes_06 ya she didn't invite me😑

↳ jackhughes or me 😐

↳ ynzegras where tf did u come from???

↳ jackhughes @/elhughes

↳ ynzegras bruh...

_alexturcotte | happy birthday sistaaaa 🩵

↳ ynzegras thanks turcs 🫶🏼

trevorzegras | HAPPY BIRTHDAY *ACTUAL* SISTER

↳ _alexturcotte 😐

↳ ynzegras ty king, almost as old as you 🥰🥰🥰

↳ trevorzegras is she ... being nice for once??????

↳ ynzegras ur making me seem like im a total bitch, im literally so nice

↳ griffinzegras 🤨

↳ pchandler68 🤨🤨

jackhughes | happy birthday, u get my venmo???? 😁😁

↳ ynzegras yes thank you king, finally paying me back for all those times i paid for your coffee

↳ jackhughes u mean literally 3 times??? bro??

↳ ynzegras yeah with ur fucking girly ass 8 dollar drink

↳ jackhughes ok miss "can i get a matcha frap no whip with oatmilk and vanilla cold foam"

↳ ynzegras awww ur memorized my drink 🤞🏼🤞🏼

↳ trevorzegras stop sending money to my sister jack, she has enough

↳ jackhughes no

lhughes_06 | happy birthday 🫶🏼 hope u had fun with ur "girls"

↳ ynzegras thank u AND YES I DID.

↳ lhughes_06 could've invited me, i could've put on a wig

↳ ynzegras no

↳ briesbagels no

_quinnhughes | HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE Z 💘😁

↳ ynzegras ily big hughes

↳ trevorzegras wow...

↳ ynzegras 🤑🤑

lucafantilli | happy birthday 💩

↳ ynzegras thanks king 😇

↳ lucafantilli now can u be our manager 🤓

↳ ynzegras NO. I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO.

adamfantilli | happy birthday little zegras 🥳🥳

↳ _quinnhughes thats kind of a me thing... ummm

↳ ynzegras thanks little fantilli 😗

↳ _quinnhughes im such a trend setter 😝😝

markestapa | HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANAGERRRR 😍😍

↳ ynzegras gtfo

↳ markestapa ily too 🤩

edwards.73 | happy 19 freshie 😌🥳🥳🥳

↳ ynzegras thank you ethan 😛

griffinzegras | happy birthday bio sister

↳ _alexturcotte bro.

↳ ynzegras ily, you shoulda come

↳ griffinzegras u and brie literally kicked me out at the door even though i flew out for u

↳ ynzegras WE HAD DINNER OKAY????

juliezegras | happy birthday beautiful daughter, had a great time in ann arbor and will be coming back 🩷🩷

↳ ynzegras ily momma 🥹

trevorzegras anaheim, california

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trevorzegras | 19th bday versus 9th birthday 🥹

happy 19 to my little sister, you never fail to make me proud, you're so special to me and i can't wait to see how you will suceed, me and the whole fam will be there front row to cheer you on forever. you're amazing, never forget that my fav striker 🩷🩷 p.s: you will get your gift when you send me back my north face tshirt u stole tagged: ynzegras ugust 31, 2022

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ynzegras | i love you trev 🥹 also ur not getting back that shirt

↳ trevorzegras no gift for you then

↳ ynzegras k.

↳ trevorzegras jk your package will be there in 2-3 days

↳ ynzegras ily you know me so well

ynzegras | ily but you misspelled succeed

↳ trevorzegras wait really??

↳ ynzegras yeah edit it, love u but its embarrassing

↳ trevorzegras how do u do that??

↳ ynzegras 😐😐

fanuser1 | awww, i forgot trevor had siblings but they're so cute

↳ fanuser2 ikr, they look sm alike tho i see it

↳ ynzegras i do not look like a fish 😑

↳ fanuser2 LMAO PLEASE DAMN

griffinzegras | AWWW fetus y/n, back when she wasn't a bitch

↳ ynzegras shut up griffin im serious.

↳ griffinzegras u didn't disagree tho 😶

avazegras | i'm crying. we were so small 😪

↳ ynzegras dw we are still petite af

↳ avazegras LMAO PLEASE BE SERIOUS Y/N

juliezegras | my babies 🥰🥹

↳ trevorzegras momma 💘

briesbagels | baby y/n 🥹 so cute

↳ ynzegras I KNOW

pchandler68 | throwback to when y/n was actually cute, WHAT HAPPENEDDD

↳ ynzegras ik you're not talking mr. 5head, at least i was a cute kid

↳ pchandler68 WDYM I WAS ADORABLE???

↳ ynzegras yeah whatever helps you sleep at night babe

jackhughes | AWWWWWWWWWWW

fanuser3 | isn't she dating one of the hughes brothers??

↳ fanuser4 NO WHAT SHE ISNT, TREVOR WOULD KILL THEMMM

↳ fanuser3 no i swear i saw a pic of them kissing on pinterest

↳ fanuser5 i thought that was luke

↳ fanuser4 DAYUMMM SHES GETTING THE WHOLE CREW WOW

↳ fanuser6 guys please be fr, shes not gonna be dating jack hughes. this isn't a fanfic 😑😑

[dotster001]

Le Chasseur d'Amour Part Four

Summary: Rook x reader. Rook's impatience to see you may not have gone as he'd anticipated...

A/N: my wifi is bad where I am, but I'm super excited to post this, so you can find all the other chapters accurately linked in three before I have a chance to fix it

Chapters: One Two Three Five

In hindsight it wasn't a good plan. In fact, it was probably the worst plan you could have come up with.

The second your foot hit the floor to run, Rook's arms were around your middle. You struggled in his grip, while he patronizingly pet your head, and sang the song, from your previous dream, to you.

"What the fuck!" The blond model hissed. Startled, you looked at him, and saw him clutching his bleeding nose, raw fury clouding his face as a purple aura rose up around him.

"You broke my nose! Do you have any idea what that's going to do to my image?"

"I think you'll be ruggedly handsome with a broken nose," Rook said, as he snuggled into your neck, ignoring your struggles.

Vil growled, eyes flashing. "I didn't ask you for your opinion."

"Let me go!" You finally got the courage to shout, followed by an attempt to bite whatever part of Rook you could reach. "You won't take me again! I'm not going back! You can't make me!"

Rook held still. This scared you more than him caressing you.

"Mon amour," he trailed off, swallowing audibly. "You no longer love me?"

Vil seemed to calm down enough, hearing that. But he was still angry about his nose.

"Aw Rook. I told you this could be a possibility."

Rook's grip tightened on you, before burying his face back in your neck.

"I have never stopped loving you. Ever since you vanished, I've been searching. Why? Why don't you love me?"

"Seriously?" You snapped indignantly. "You kidnapped me and stole four years of my life! Why would I ever love you!"

Rook's grip loosened as he turned to finally look you in the face. God, he was handsome. No wonder your brain decided to love him. But you couldn't let yourself slip back under. You'd worked far too hard.

He and Vil shared a look. One of complete confusion. You had no idea why, but it made you feel nauseous.

"I'm sorry!" Vil spoke up, "kidnapped you? Is there something I'm missing here?"

"No," Rook said, tightening his grip again, this time more of a hug, than a hold. "Normally your jokes amuse me to no end, but this one isn't funny."

"Says the man who tracked me to a cabin I rented, and broke in in the middle of the night!" You shouted, now attempting to kick him in the shins. This had no effect.

"Told you," Vil hissed as he touched his still bleeding nose, looking in his compact mirror.

"Mon lapin, you know me well enough to know that waiting is not-"

You finally got a good angle and kneed him right between his legs. With an "oomph" he dropped you, and you tried to run. You shouldn't have angered Vil. Because something had wrapped around your ankle and yanked you to the ground.

You looked at your foot, and saw a vine with roses wrapping itself around your legs, Vil standing over you, a pen in his hand glowing purple.

"Oh God, oh no, oh God, oh no, oh God," you started hyperventilating. There was no way this was happening. Seeing him had retriggered your delusions. That had to be it. Cause why the hell would a rose vine be wrapping itself around you?

"Mon lapin, you are such a strong little bunny. I've always loved that about you," Rook wheezed as he walked over to your continually tied up form.

"But playtime is over now. It's time to go home."

He pulled something small from his pocket, followed by a glowing purple pen. The small thing grew into a giant mirror, which Vil walked through with a huff. Rook gently picked you up, and walked through before you could even shout a strangled, "No!"

....

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Gemtho Fortnight Day 1

Woo! Today is the first day of posting fills for the Gemtho prompts you all sent in! Due to the amount I received, I had to cut so many (I'm so sorry!!) but I hope you all have fun reading regardless. Posting is in no particular order and all prompts will be anonymous.

I'm not properly tagging any of these because I don't want to spam certain tags, but after April 14th, I'll create a masterpost with links to all the fills and tag that instead.

The prompts are copy/pasted directly from the asks I received and all content warnings will be posted outside of the cut.

Other than that? We're here to have fun. Put on your tin hats and join me, lads.

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Prompt: prompt for the april gemtho event: either of them wearing a (hidden) remote controlled sex toy in public, controlled by the other person. was originally thinking gem wearing, etho controlling? but the other way round also works well <3

cw: rpf, exhibitionism, nsfw

Gem’s knees are already weak when she steps through the doorway of the local coffee shop, her phone clutched tightly in one hand.

“Are you there?” Etho asks, just a voice in her ear, and she reaches up to adjust her left earbud with trembling fingers as the buzzing inside her grows worse.

“Yeah,” she answers and Etho makes a noise of acknowledgement.

“Get yourself a coffee,” he orders and she has to force one foot in front of the other as she makes her way toward the counter.

The woman at the register smiles at her warmly and Gem knows she must be beet red, though she can’t do a thing about it.

“What can I get you?” she asks and Gem clears her throat, pausing to take a breath as the vibrator inside her seems to kick into its highest setting.

“How does that feel?” Etho asks and Gem ignores him the best she can.

“Just a medium latte, please,” Gem says, trying to focus as the woman rings her up, nails clacking gently on the touchscreen she’s using.

“I can’t tempt you with a slice of the banana bread we made in-house this morning?”

“You’re easy to tempt,” Etho says in her ear. “Say yes.”

Gem nods, possibly trying to answer both of them, but the barista's smile widens.

“Sure, I’d love a slice,” Gem agrees and the barista taps at the screen again, adding it to Gem’s order.

“That’ll be six fifty-three,” she says and Gem carefully gets her card out, gripping it with white knuckles when the vibrating inside of her stops abruptly.

Somehow she manages to tap her card on the reader and slip it back into her wallet.

“Would you like a receipt?”

She barely has time to focus on the question before Etho asks, “Do you miss me?”

“Yes,” Gem says immediately, before belatedly adding, “please.”

The barista smiles and passes over the receipt, which Gem instantly crumples in her grip as Etho very meanly kicks the vibrations back up to full inside her.

“Thank you,” Gem squeaks, though she’s not sure who it’s directed at, but she quickly steps away, grabbing onto the nearest chair to sit while she waits for her order.

She sags over the table, taking a breath as Etho laughs in her ear.

“Doing okay?” he asks and Gem crosses her legs and tries to sit as normally as possible.

“No,” she whines, and Etho laughs again.

“Want me to turn it down?”

“No,” Gem repeats and Etho makes a noise, like maybe he’s proud of her.

“Should I make you come before your coffee is ready?”

“Etho,” she pleads quietly and Etho hums thoughtfully.

“Y’know,” he starts, and she shuts her eyes, knowing he’s about to ruin her. “If you don’t come now, I’ll make you scream when you get home.”

Gem folds her arms on the table and rests her forehead on top, groaning quietly. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Just a little,” Etho agrees, and she hates that she can hear the smile in his voice.

[astarionfixation]

Chapter 10: *there's no need to hold back anymore*

Part of "Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!" A multi chapter adventure in Astarion’s mind

Rating: EXPLICIT SEX (fellatio, PIV intercourse) Continuous Consent Check-ins

CW: vague mentions of previous trauma

Word count count: 3.6k

Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/139817542

I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more

** Thoughts "" Dialogue - - Remarks ++ Quotes / Memories

SUMMARY: They take it really really REALLY slow, but sex. And mutual pining but how the heck can they be in bed naked together and still not get into their heads they want each other? Because trauma is a bitch, that's why.

The bedroom feels fragrant with the scent of her. Every part of her. Her naked body still traversed by the sudden tremble and jolts that are slowly fading. Every kiss his lips leave around her face, her forehead, her collarbones, her neck, still rewards him with a low guttural murmur he can feel from her throat.

*So languid and soft, so malleable…*

And it's all his doing. 

His half clothed body still lying halfway on top of her, an overdressed leg between her naked ones but as she is coming down from her orgasm, looking utterly blissful and spent the corner of his eye is caught by the copper bathtub as the morning sun rays reflect upon it next to the window. And fine… frustratingly, maybe what she needs now after sharing such a vulnerable moment with him is… care.

A part of his mind kicks him with a moment of discomfort much as his own nether regions felt strangled up against the fabric of his trousers until only a few moment ago, but at the same time the vague memory of a feeling, rather than actual events, comes to the surface, even though it carries almost none of the torment usually linked to anything related to… the last two centuries…

And that is the desire, need and gratitude he would have held for a moment of rest after a night of seduction. The peace it would have brought him to close his eyes and let the nights be washed off his skin, if not his soul, by simply being submerged in hot, clean, perfumed water.

He knows she relished in the pleasure he brought her to, her body if not her entire being yet, but there will be time to work and lead her towards complete perdition. 

His lips trace from her shoulder down to her arm whilst his body slowly peels away from hers and after planting a final, lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist, he’s now standing.

Her body is a painting, lying on her back and her dark locks splayed around with her eyes still closed and such a glowing expression painting her delicate features.

He's about to turn around to swiftly cover the few steps that separate the bed from the bathtub when a soft growl of protest raises from her lips and the hand he just left a kiss upon reaches to him, and as her fingers find the waistband of his breeches she hooks them in, preventing him from moving further

“Astarion, please don't leave… ”

He barely has the time to register the fact she's fully awake and aware when she has lifted herself up and in a moment she's kneeling on the bed.

Just in front of him.

Still beautifully, gloriously bare.

And now she's looking up at him, her dark eyes pleading and his mind cannot remember for the life of him any plan he had set himself upon. Her fingers still dancing and now *pulling!?* at his waistband that makes him…

“would you… if you want to…”

*You'll be the end of me sweet thing…*

His hand reaches up to hers, softly demanding her attention and moving her away from his clothing, he pulls it to his lips once more.

“There will be time darling, let me draw you a bath for now”

After all, he's trying to remind himself that, after feeding on her last night and the *glorious* morning of unexpected activities, she needs rest, much as keeping long term benefits in mind is proving an unreal feat of his will when she's looking up at him with pleading eyes that seems to just be begging him to take her

“Wait, is it because…”

She trails off and suddenly pulls back from him, searching for the bedsheet as if she just became aware of her nudity. She pulls the fabric to hide her magnificent body from him and a tinge of disappointment rises on his mind, though he knows

*it's alright, she needs to rest, she needs care, I need to stop…*

“I know I'm not… the way I look… I'm sorry… you said it… I just didn't think… I'm so sorry… you didn't have to…. I'm sorry”

His own memories from the first night he fed on her rush back and his own damned words he spat at her with the bile and anger of what he thought was the loss of her are suddenly vivid in his mind

+looking at you darling… I thought it was fairly obvious: she doesn't have to be pretty”.+

The shame and disgust for his own self, for the absurd lie packaged perfectly only to hurt her in that moment when he felt like a caged animal, drown him. 

He should disappear. 

He should run away and live with the pain of the loss of her and all the ways in which she had brought him anything positive because all he knows is how to lunge and destroy when all he has of himself is already in pieces.

Her feeble voice brings him back before his mind can plunge in that dark abyss

“I don't know why I thought you wanted me too… you were just so kind, I'm sorry… I misread everything… you didn't have to… I'm so sorry Astarion…”

*She really believes that!?! That's what stuck with her!?! Not the dozens of nights spent holding her until I lost all my fucking blood and hers to my strained cock… that!?!? She thinks that!?!?*

He might have considered the masochism of depriving himself of her but for her to believe he doesn't want her?! 

“Fuck… do you really not know?!??”

The sound of his own voice surprises them both, her eyes widen and that's what makes him realise how his voice must seem… angry? Dangerous. His long delicate fingers thread across his own hair, almost pulling because of the rage, the frustration, because the only creature he ever cared for is naked in front of him and yet sad, thinking he has barely done her a favour by finally holding and tasting her body, as if he hasn't felt every reverberation of her moans directly onto his twitching cock whilst her body convulsed around his fingers.

“You must know all the ways in which your simple presence intoxicates me… you must have felt how my body reacts every time you let me touch you, how your skin torments me and how I have dreamt of sinking into you from the very beginning… Why do you think I said those things?”

*What the fuck am I doing?!??!!!!*

His hands pull at his soft curls and his eyes have to close because he can't stand this, he can't see her, looking at him while his own traitorous tongue lines all the ammunition that could ever be necessary to destroy him. After a long unnecessary breath the words pour out against the will of a large part of himself and push past the pressure around his throat 

“You never knew I was just terrified!? Being so close to having you and yet that night you rejected me, I was mad! I was just… hurt and wanted to hurt you for it but I never… gods look at you… you really thought anyone could hold a candle to you in claiming my attention!?!”

*Fuck it… she might as well…*

“Every inch of your body, your breath, your scent, your hair… I taste you and yet I always feel like a starved man because I can't… you didn't even want to…”

His arms fall to his side, his head shakes to try and push away all the words and images and incredibly the grasp at his throat held tight but not enough to prevent that pathetic confession. His eye peek to look at the certainly disgusted expression on her face when he sees her and

*How did I not feel the warmth getting closer!?!! Where the fuck did my mind go!?!?*

She's left the cover of the sheet and she's now sunk into her knees.

Directly in front of him.

The tip of her nose so close to his navel that all he can focus on is to keep his legs straight not to fall at that vision and vicinity.

Her tapered, delicate fingers are about to reach for his breeches again but this time he has exhausted words and thoughts to dissuade her

“Astarion, can I take these off of you?”

His mouth must have fallen open because he realises after a few moments he's in need to swallow around nothing, his head barely nodding of its own volition and when she smiles at him and nods herself as her hands reach down his waistband to pull down, he finds a part of himself grateful for the fact she hasn't thrown back at him his own demands for vocal consent.

Her hands guide his trousers down past his hips and a deep sigh escapes his throat when finally his semi hard cock is freed, followed by a hiss as it immediately meets her warm breath as she moves down, low on her knees. His legs move of their own volition to discard the last piece of clothing and he finds himself standing naked in front of her.

Her eyes raise to meet his and before he can think he feels something reaching, touching his hand and a moment later he realises her own fingers have interlaced with his. She looks at him so… softly? 

“Please… can I touch it? I want to make you feel as good as you did me…”

“Sweetling… You don't have to…”

Her voice lowers

“I want to taste you too”

His head nods before he can follow what's happening… the last thing he hears is her voice saying something about beauty but that’s the moment he feels her fingers delicately wrapping around his shaft followed in a flash by the soft, warm, wet sensation of her mouth taking him in.

He draws in a sharp breath as the scent of mulled wine, flowers, pomegranate and just need and desire make his head spin. The softness of her mouth is the most delicate sensation he can remember ever feeling in a context such as this. Though his sensitivity is likely due to the fact that he does not remember the last time anyone cared to ask, cared to do something for him, something so completely focused on his own pleasure rather than everything he could do and give and…

“F…fuck”

His head is falling back, she feels so soft and caring. Her hot, wet mouth, her tongue moving slowly and delicately from one sensitive spot to the other. As she begins to follow the ridge of his tip he realises the animalistic growl he hears it's actually coming from his own throat. The moment her lips lock and she softly starts to suck him in, a shock of electricity traverses his body, cock to spine and then the back of his brain when something gets poked the wrong way and all he can hear now are screams.

His teeth clench as his hand reaches for her check, forcing himself to be as sweet and delicate as she has been but pleading her to stop. She pulls away and looks up at him

“Am I doing something wrong?”

His hand keeps caressing her cheek softly, his head shakes and without the overwhelming sensation of her mouth around him the scream in his head subsides. This is not the time to wonder what must have gone wrong at some point for such a wonderful gift from her to feel like a threat. 

His cock twitches, those soft, sweet kisses have already brought him back to full, strained hardness

“You are perfect, I promise you, absolutely divine. I just… just… can you lie back for me, my sweet?”

Nodding sagely, granting him the grace and understanding he certainly does not deserve she immediately does as asked. After disentangling herself from the caress on her check with a reassuring kiss on the palm of his hand, and even something that simple and sweet sends shivers down his spine. He follows her and his own naked form is crawling between her legs as she opens them to let him climb her body. The warmth of every bit of her skin, from her ankles to her thighs, stomach and breast is engulfing him and once he feels the tip of his cock brush along her folds his hand reaches down to caress her sex softly and

*Fuck she’s still so wet and warm…*

A delicious mewl leaves her lips and it’s just so inviting, a summer flower blooming just for him, her body arching slightly and her hips raising so that he can feel her press herself to his shaft and there’s no point, no reason anymore to deny himself. His hand goes to position the tip just at her entrance and he concedes one last time, one last layer of safety before he just lets his desire to possess her run wild

“Are you sure you want this, my sweet?”

Her head moves in small quick nods under his and when her voice comes next she sounds like she’s begging, absolutely enraptured, maybe just like he is, in these last few months of anticipation

“Please Astarion I need you… but only if you want me too…”

*there's no need to hold back anymore*

The thought leaves his mind as his hips begin to slowly push and broken breaths leave his chest as the inner warmth of her sex envelops his ingress. He has to steady himself and slow down, carefully measuring every movement to savour the moment she’s finally becoming… his. The filter that usually occludes the path between his mind and his lips isn’t found anywhere around his throat anymore as all he can feel is just her soft, tight wetness, slowly engulfs him.

“You have no idea… I’ve needed this… I’ve needed this… I’ve dreamt of this since the beginning…”

Doubts around that, in hindsight, crucial rule of hers are swiftly dissolved as her hand grabs the back of his neck so he can finally bury his quick tongue in her mouth. He feels her involuntarily clench and tight around him and he’s not sure whether his words or his cock are to blame for that. A deep, guttural moan resonates from her throat to her lips, separating them from his as her head tilts slightly back, subconsciously offering access to the delicate skin of her neck to him

“Your blood, your scent… your skin… I've conjured thousands of ways to bring you pleasure in my mind, I wanted you to be as obsessed with me and I was with you…”

He can feel her getting used to his size and relax her walls around him so that he deliberately pushes himself further inside of her

“Yet I swear, I would have been happy to never lay a finger on you if that was what you wanted, I would have followed you like a dog to the end of the world and my life, just to be near you, I couldn’t even kiss you in my dreams because you didn’t give me permission… I had made my peace with it…”

Just because the words are coming out it doesn’t mean they are not hard confessions to concede, he has to hide his face in the crook of her neck as once again he stills inside of her to let her adjust once more to his size

“But you feel… Gods… please… please don’t ever leave me and I’ll be your ever willing slave…”

The words get muffled and confused with his mouth now pressing against her neck to try and stop that terrifying cascade of truths. He pushes his hips and he feels her all around him, filling her inch by inch and once he’s finally flush against her, buried to the hilt in her soft, wet sex, he stills completely. He can feel her heartbeat pushing all around his cock that can recognise every small increment of pressure she involuntarily causes around him. Her walls stretched so tight around him he's sure, the same grip on his neck would undoubtedly kill him, and this is not far from that

“A… Astarion… I… I’m yours”

He doesn't have time to register the full meaning and implication of her words because suddenly all he can feel are her hips, gently swaying underneath him, her silky walls caressing his length as his eyes roll back in his skull and his entire body seems to exist only in the places it touches hers. He’s about to begin moving his own hips to meet her movement when he catches it. Likely imperceptible and completely unbeknownst to her but he can feel, he can hear the strain of her body to accommodate him. She’s trying to work through it but she’s in pain, and he cannot allow that. His hand reaches between them and presses on her stomach to try and still her. He leaves a kiss on her neck and despite parts of his brain screaming murder to him he stops the steady motion that had brought him such ecstasy so far.

“What.. What did I do? I’m sorry… Astarion please… no… I need you…” her hips make several desperate delicate movements up to meet him begging him to bury himself in her once more. 

“You're wonderful sweetling, there’s nothing to worry about… I just want to try… something different… Do you trust me?”

With an agile movement he unsheaths himself, now lying next to her, catching her hand with his, his thumb caressing hers in slow circular motions

Her brows are still furrowed in a concerned expression but her head nods slightly and so with the hand he’s holding he pulls her to him until her body is now on top of his, One soft, warm thigh on each side of his pale, bony hips. Her warm sex finds his own, strained once again immediately as if they’re calling to each other. He can feel her moist lips and her clit swollen from unrealised desire pressing against his shaft, He pulls in a sharp breath just as he hears her hiss at the contact as well and that’s how he knows, if he needed to, that she might actually need him as much as he needs her. He rests both his cold hands on her hips that seem designed by sin itself to drive him insane

“Why don’t you move these enchanting hips of yours, just so we can feel each other for a moment?”

Her head moves in the same rhythmic, soft movement he can now feel directly on his cock. 

“Like… like this?”

Her slick, wet folds dragging on his length, pressing just right until he can feel her tumescent bundle of nerves pressing just against his tip, before her hips move again and he can feel every texture of her sex drawn directly onto his cock. She’s driving him mad and he’s sure every single drop of blood in his body has now rushed between his legs leaving little for his mind to grasp onto

“You’re… you’re doing amazing darling… we can… we can take our time… you’re just… wonderful…”

His words might be doing something to her because at that, he feels her press herself just a bit harder against his hips, indulging in the contact, grinding her warm sex against his. He can still feel her heartbeat through every blood vessel engorging her centre and he’s sure he might just die like this if he doesn’t get to be inside her. She throws her head back, the intoxicating scent of her thrown around by the luscious locks that are now gathered at her back, slightly tickling his thighs, he can tell his plan is working not only because of the renewed amount of  slick wetness from her that’s now coating his cock but also through the muffled moans she’s trying to hold back. She brings her head back and her eyes open just enough to find his

“This is… something new… for me… but it feels… nice… very…”

The implications of that sentence hit him like a ton of bricks.

*Of course she’s never been on top, never given this control… like I never let any of them…*

“Our first time shouldn't hurt, my sweet, you were so accommodating trying to push through it, it's only fair I offer you the same grace… and this way it will be easier for you to come again”

It takes a moment for his words to reach her but the moment they do he can see something change in her dark eyes. Her body moves so that the tip of his cock is now positioned right at her soft, wet entrance. She looks at him, her voice almost an imploration

“Please… can I?”

The words die on her mouth as she’s biting her bottom lip in anticipation. He dips his fingers in her hips just a bit further to encourage her

“When you ask so sweetly I can’t deny you anything my darling…”

His hands guide her and finally he can feel her wetness beginning to envelop him again, much more resolute than he did moments ago and she doesn’t stop until he’s fully, completely buried inside of her, and with the last of it, she gives him no reprieve and her hips begin moving against him, her soft walls so tight around him dragging along his length and 

*Fuck…*

[detailtilted]

Index of Enhanced Edition Con Videos

I'll maintain this index in a pinned post for easy reference. Click the links to go to the YouTube videos, or click here for a more readable Google Docs table which includes these links plus a tab noting which events I skipped, temporarily or permanently, and why.

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:23:42)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jensen Solo (00:21:55)

2007-11-11, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:29:44)

2007-11-11, Chicago - J2 Main (00:38:24)

2008-07-27, San Diego Comic Con - SPN Panel (00:50:52)

2008-11-16, Chicago - J2 Breakfast (00:26:16)

2008-11-16, Chicago - Jared Solo (00:26:20)

The main panels from CHICON 2008 are up next. They'll have better video quality (for the most part) than the Breakfast panel from that event.

Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in these videos. The reblogs and likes all made me very happy, and I especially appreciated the kind comments some of you left in your reblog text and tags. I'm unsure of the proper Tumblr way to respond directly to that in a way that won't annoy people, but I've definitely noticed and appreciated it!

An explanation of this project and my tentative plans for it are listed below the break. A lot of it will be familiar if you've read my earlier posts, but it's more detailed -- and excessively long! There's also some info on how you can help, especially if you have any old videos or audio files that you'd be willing to contribute.

Why Do You Call These "Enhanced Editions"?

The videos I'm using are not my own, but I've spent many hours adding enhancements to them. Credit and links to the original videos are in the video descriptions. These are the typical enhancements you'll see:

I'm upscaling the videos as best I can. It isn't remotely perfect, but it's a little more watchable than the originals. I'm not experienced with this and the videos I'm working with are very low quality by today's standards. They were also recorded under difficult circumstances. Video taking wasn't permitted at most of the earlier cons, so the people who took them did so at the risk of getting kicked out. They couldn't exactly come waltzing in with a tripod, so the videos are shaky, they don't always have a clear view of the stage, and sometimes they cut off at unfortunate moments. They can be frustrating to watch, but we owe these people a debt of gratitude for capturing this footage because otherwise it would have been lost altogether.

The original videos are usually in multiple parts, but I'm editing them together into a single video as cohesively as possible. I may use videos from multiple sources to provide the most complete video possible, and I'll select the ones with the highest video quality available. Sometimes there just aren't a lot out there, though.

I'm adding extra content to help clarify references people make during the panels. The videos I've worked with so far don't take up the full width of a modern video frame, so I've taken advantage of that extra space to display the extra content to the side where it's less obtrusive. There are explanations for obscure references that are way funnier when you understand what they mean, plus episode references to help jog the memory for those of us who haven't rewatched the show a million times. In rare cases where I think it will enhance understanding, I'll insert brief episode clips that highlight what they're talking about.

I'm putting a LOT of time into adding good, color-coded English subtitles that can be turned on and off with YouTube's CC button. These videos can be frustrating to understand because the audience often drowns them out and Jared and Jensen tend to talk at the same time when they're together. I can't always figure everything out, but it's far better than the crazy, auto-generated nonsense that many videos have. The color-coding helps with telling who's saying what: red for Jared, blue for Jensen, green for the general audience, yellow for the current fan at the microphone, and white for other people such as staff.

If there's missing footage that I can't find anywhere, then if I can find a source that seems to have reliable details about what was discussed, I'll add still images with a brief summary and a link to my source in the video description.

What Conventions Do You Plan to Enhance?

I don't want to make grand promises that I'll enhance videos for every old convention, although I definitely love the idea of doing so. How far I go with this will depend on how much sustained interest there is from other people and how much spare time I have myself. My output speed will probably be erratic depending on what's going on in my life at the time.

My general plan was to start with the oldest conventions and work my way forward. For now, I only plan to enhance the panels with Jared and/or Jensen since they're my main interest. I may temporarily skip over conventions that they didn't both attend, but with the intent to go back and fill those in later.

One big constraint will be whether I can find enough videos to work with for a convention, and just how bad the quality is. I've found that some videos are too poor of a quality to upscale, at least with my limited skill. Since these videos are painful to watch in their raw form, I suspect people will be less interested in watching "enhanced" videos that don't include at least some noticeable improvement in visual quality, but please do let me know if I'm wrong. For that reason, I'll probably skip past cons if I can't upscale the videos, at least for now.

As I work through the old conventions, I'll make a good attempt to upscale the available videos. If I don't have much success, then I'll skip over that convention with the hope that someday either the technology or my skills will improve, or maybe a more skilled fan will be able to accomplish more with it. If I make it through all the low-hanging fruit, I might come back to those problematic conventions and just create a cohesive edit with special content and subtitles even if I can't substantially improve the video quality.

These are just my general thoughts right now but the project is young, so my strategy may change.

Can I Help?

If you have any old convention videos or audio files that you're willing to contribute, please message me! For now, let's limit it to content from 2010 or older. Maybe I can use them, maybe I can't, but the more I have to work with, the better chance I have of creating something more complete. If I do use your material, I'll credit you in whatever manner you prefer.

My main source of videos has been the Supernatural Wiki convention pages and the playlists that sil9800 has put together on YouTube. If your videos can be found there, and if the links to them still work, then I've probably found them already. There are a lot of dead or private video links on the Wiki though, and also dead links on various LiveJournal pages linked to from the Wiki, so there were more videos out there at one point. (If you have any videos you don't want me to use for this project, let me know and I'll respect your wishes.) I also run keyword searches on YouTube, but I rarely find anything that I hadn't already found from those other sources.

Even if your video looks terrible, you might just have a missing piece of footage that I couldn't find anywhere else, or your video might upscale more easily than another. If nothing else, I might be able to hear something in the audio that will help me fill in a subtitle I couldn't figure out.

Likewise, audio files can be helpful even without video. If nothing else, they may help me fill in some subtitles. If the audio file is consistently easier to understand than the audio on the videos I'm using, I can also substitute the audio from your file in place of the video's audio. If you have audio of sections of the panels for which no known videos exist, that could also help me fill in those gaps.

If you're watching my enhanced videos with the subtitles turned on, please do let me know if you catch any errors or if you can clearly understand something I marked as [inaudible]. I can't change the videos themselves on YouTube, not without breaking the links and causing confusion, but it's pretty easy to update the subtitles because they're a separate file. It's important to me to try not to put words in their mouths that they might not have said, so I'm trying not to guess based on context. However, there were times when I felt like I should have been able to understand what they said but I just couldn't manage it, and I'm sure someone with different ears may be able to figure out some of the parts I couldn't.

[ddejavvu]

Slumber Party - Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson (PREVIEW) | part I | part II | part III

Summary: Following Steve's hairbrained scheme, he and Eddie get you to crash at the Harrington House for a slumber party, changing your relationship forever

Contents/Warnings: reader wears steve's shirt and eddie's jacket, confessions, requited love, fluff, cheeky eddie and steve, lots of teasing

this is just the preview for the full fic. the full fic will be posted 24h from now, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged, and thank you for reading! if you've already commented on part three (linked above), you don't need to ask here, you're already on the list.

“Guys!” You flush, shoulders slouching as they tease you, “You’re both so mean.”

You don’t expect either of the things that happen next. You don’t expect them to share a glance, meaningful in the slight nod that they offer to each other and the raise of their eyebrows. And you definitely don’t expect them to start forward, rushing around you for a tight group hug.

“We’re sorry, honey.” Steve croons, his slightly toned arms winding tight around your waist from behind, his voice soft and sympathetic, “We’re just teasing.”

Eddie’s ringed fingers come to rest on your cheeks, tugging your face inches from his own as he kisses the soft skin of your forehead. 

“You can leave allll the trash y’want in the van as long as you keep gettin’ in it, baby.” Eddie promises, his voice a hair raspy 

--

“Our little baby,” Eddie glances down, cooing sweetly at you, as his lips hover inches away from your own,  “Can’t tease you at all, huh?”

“‘Gets you all uptight…” Steve adds, his voice husky over your shoulder while his hands squeeze at your hips, “You’ve gotta learn to loosen up, honey.”

--

Eddie snickers, “We’ll just crash here tonight.”

“It’ll be a sleepover,” Steve adds, one eyebrow raised hopefully at you, “You sleep here all the time, honey. C’mon, please?”

You need to say no. You need to politely decline, excuse yourself, go home, and face-plant into your pillow. You need to scream, you need to kick your feet, you need to giggle, you need to squeal, you need to call your friends while laying on your stomach on the bed. You need to twirl the cord of the phone around your finger while your legs bounce back and forth in the air behind you. You need to freak out.

“We can watch Grease,” Steve presents his final offer, the one he knows you won’t be able to say no to, holding the vhs up tantalizingly before you.

You take a moment of silence for the willpower you’ve just lost, mourning the end of your sanity and the victory of your delusions, “Okay, I’ll stay.”

--

“Y/N,” Steve peers around Eddie who’s still crowding you against the couch, “You need a change of clothes?”

You glance down at your coverup, the sheer fabric revealing your still-damp bathing suit beneath. 

“Yes please,” You really don’t know if you can handle one of Steve’s hoodies that you normally take, nor do you think you’ll be able to slip into a pair of his boxers without losing your mind. Apparently Steve doesn’t have that in mind, though, because he reaches for the hem of his own shirt, yanking it off of his head without a second thought.

His chest is exposed, bare and smattered with hair. The air escapes your lungs and you suck more in, your strangled gasp catching both boys’ attention.

“You okay?” Steve holds the shirt out to you, his chest bared, “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

this is just the preview for the full fic. the full fic will be posted 24h from now, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged, and thank you for reading! if you've already commented on part three (linked above), you don't need to ask here, you're already on the list.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

yandere rhaenyra x aegon (platonic) headcanons. rhaenyra sees aegon decides to love him and gives him the attention he craves and he trusts her above alicent and otto so he possibly when they are trying to crown him, he goes to her like always when afraid. I feel she could have forced alicent to let her participate in her siblings lives if she had desired it.

pairing: Platonic Rhaenyra Targaryen x Aegon Targaryen alternate universe: Yandere Rhaenyra type: headcanons warnings: yandere tendencies dividers by: firefly-graphics bullet points: 48 A/N: thank you for your request and i hope you enjoyed, lovie ♡ regarding my break: i want to preface this post by saying that this post does not mean that i am not back yet and i still have not checked any notifications from this account but i worked myself up to posting this today and i know that these are not up to the level i usually get them to as they are shorter than i would have preferred and less detailed but i hope you can still enjoy these headcanons ♡ to make up for any disappointment i might consider redrafting these or making a part 2, whichever you decide, and tagging you in them once i have returned properly to tumblr and posting

i'm going to merge this with similarities from my last request because i don't want to repeat myself too much but the requests are also very similar, a link to anyone who hasn't read it is here

so this will start from when rhaenyra hears otto; "What would your mother say?" The older man hisses, grasping the pale boy's shoulder "If she heard that you were whoring and poisoning yourself with ale at a time like this?" the ferocity is strong and harrowing through Aegon's bones, jolting him "I-I-I cannot–it's not my fault!" Her brother's words stumble and splutter, an ache resides in her she tries to remember every argument she has ever had with her own sons, were they ever this afraid? she cannot recall it, she hopes she will never have to a lump forms in her throat as familiar words belt in her ears "This is not what your mother needs right now, you are a disappointment to the throne and a disappointment to me." Aegon holds back his flinch but she does not at the abrasive words "I do everything you ask of me," His voice sounds so quiet, so fragile

Rhaenyra remembers all the times she squeezed Alicent's hands and felt the nibbles at her nails, the stark red indents

She remembers her friend, she remembers her vows of protection

She remembers teaching Aegon how to pronounce her name

Ahe remembers teaching him to pronounce his own

"And yet you are still not enough." The grown man sneers with a pelt of venom. "It would be better had we sent you to Oldtown rather than Daeron. At least he had better wit even as a mere child."

and that is when the first instinct kicks in

the first time she orders control of Otto Hightower

The first time she cares to comfort her half-brother

Her face pinches as she steps out, a hard sneer on her face.

It isn't immediately that she decides to chew the old fool out but when he sighs and hardens his stance, she doesn't hold back

"Are you not ashamed of yourself?" She roars

Both man and boy flinch upon hearing her

Aegon's eyes have never gone so wide before

"Threatening a young boy–no, a prince of all boys." Otto stiffens but tries to hold back his anger in front of the named heir though he is sure that detail will change soon enough "Your highness, I am threatening no one, I assure you. I am simply chastising my grandson." "And how would his parents think of this?" Rhaenyra asks, raising her brows. "The King and Queen?"

she cannot help but delight in how a glimmer of concern and contentment flicker across his eyes. She hums and all but snaps her fingers.

"Perhaps I should be spending more time with my brother then, if he needs chastising such as you say." She tilts her head as his eyes widen. "Come Aegon, let us speak." He trails after her like an unsure puppy

which is when the obsession begins

she has someone fighting for validation of her, the very person who threatens her reign is the same who desperately wants her to see him

she knows her father plays favourites and she particularly knows where he falls in that order, Viserys has always favoured herself and Helaena but if she can twist that lens even slightly, she knows that Aegon will be more than agree to an allyship

It has been so long since he had her attention, he had even tried befriending her children to secure it

i think Rhaenyra would be a defensive and targeting yandere when it comes to Aegon

for example, she may begin isolating Aegon from The Greens she believes to threaten her

At the top of that list is Otto

Otto has been controlling Alicent since she was child, whether it was how she can braid her hair or to whom she will marry

Rhaenyra does not want Aegon under that control nor the environment but there is little she can do to isolate him if she is in Dragonstone and Alicent is insistent that Aegon stay in the Red Keep

...Unless she can trade out guards loyal to her and guards loyal to Alicent without her noticing

Which is precisely what she does and it takes a long time but slowly, with her husband's help, she is able to transfer half of her guards but years pass before this is achieved

Messages are sent between Rhaenyra and Aegon without interference but soon Alicent becomes suspicious of the hours Aegon pours into learning High Valyrian so that only Rhaenyra can read his letters fluently

She has never seen him so dedicated nor dependent on anything else but finds no matter how she tries, she cannot get word of her responses because she too has begun writing to him in High Valyrian

She has paid for him to be gifted his own private tutor and he is ecstatic, becoming spoiled by his sister for every response he gives her

When he recieves word that she is visiting, he drops everything and greets her with the excitement of a namesday

He stands by her and Alicent is surprised to find that Rhaenyra accepts the way he clings to her

It worries her but she believes all will be well once she leaves

And after Viserys has passed?

She is shocked that he doesn't try and flee

That he doesn't even hide

He just walks through the castle as if nothing is the matter

It is safe to say that both she and Otto are on edge but begrudgingly place faith in him

And when he swipes his father's crown into his hands with the ease of a mischievous cat? She expects him to throw it...

Until they reach the platform and a familiar silver haired princess is walking into the ceremony with her head held high. Gasps whip across the crowd but none move to stop her and especially not when their supposed soon to be King kneels at her feet

Otto commands the guards to cease her steps and those of the army behind her but they do nothing, in fact they seize him before any arguments to her role as Queen can take place

Aegon holds the golden crown high but before anyone can take it, Rhaenyra stands before him, Daemon at her side who takes it into his lean palms to place it upon her, recalling vows of safety and faith in her reign. Aegon kneels proudly before her as the words are spoken but when Alicent is about to seethe, she swallows

It is too late for long-standing plots and panic embeds in her gut

It is clear that to every suggestion, to every blatant demand, Aegon has told Rhaenyra tenfold

He has done more than deny his right, he has blatantly abdicated it before the court and spectators

But she needn't worry, Rhaenyra is very fond of him indeed

Perhaps he would even make a good Master of Coin, he understand not only the money of the castle but the prices in which take course in Fleabottom, he has been there enough to understand their suffering

So Alicent's fearful gaze roams Rhaenyra and her people as the woman is crowned

The same question bounces around in her head over and over again...What happens now? as Rhaenyra caresses Aegon's proud face gently and calls for him to stand beside her

[caxycreations]

Who is Caxy Creations?

Caxy Creations, simply put, is my brand. So to really explain who Caxy Creations is, let's cover who I am.

My name is Davina. I also answer to: David, Caxy, or "Hey bitch~!" (/pos)

Some quick facts about me:

Labels are weird to me, transgender/genderfluid/agender and other things like that just...idk, they don't fit. I answer to she/her most comfortably, but I don't feel inherently she/her or he/him or they/them or anything else. I'm just...Me. So call me whatever pronouns you want, I'm a little of everything.

I'm an artist AND a writer, but far more a writer than an artist.

I stream on Kick whenever I can, and whenever I have excuse/reason to. Can find my Kick by clicking HERE.

I absolutely adore interaction of all kinds, but reciprocal interaction is my favorite: if you comment or ask a question, I absolutely will answer because I adore conversation.

I am single, and not looking for a relationship. This does not mean I won't flirt with you, especially if you're down to flirt back for the fun of it and understand it won't go any further.

I take tips/donations wherever I can get them. Anything to help me stay afloat while struggling with getting my job to start paying me. You can donate at my Ko-Fi by clicking HERE.

I'm a system. Alters have their own blogs @kittycaxcare and @guardiangreatwolf

This is my writing blog. For my others, see:

@caxyadrp (18+ RP account, Minors DNI)

@caxycreationsvrc (VRChat Photography and Videography account)

@yappincaxy (Voice Acting blog)

@caxyanalysis (Nerd snipe blog, analyzing theories, power scaling, hypotheticals, etc of real world and fictional topics/concepts)

@caxyafterdark (Fully NSFW 18+ writing/musings account, Minors DNI)

@classpectingcaxy (homestuck fanblog where I analyze and assign classes, aspects, and lunar sways)

@thebrokenrubber (Another 18+ RP account with a unique system)

@lustycaisupervised (an 18+ Lackadaisy-based Mordecai RP blog)

This blog is going to serve as two things: a compendium of all knowledge relating to Relan, a planet of my own design with its own history, religions, sciences, magics, and more, as well as a collection of stories about the people living on Relan. Some quick things to cover about Relan, for those interested:

I am 100% okay with OCs. If someone likes my world enough to make a character to throw into it, that is, to me, the ultimate compliment.

If you need/want help integrating your OCs into Relan, I am absolutely down to help with all the resources I have on the world.

Don't know if a species exists on Relan? Well, every single animal species on Earth exists on Relan, and every mythical being exists as well in some form or another, there's even a few internet-designed species and some entirely original species of my own design! So have fun with it!

Relan is a fantasy world. Ancient times have high fantasy themes and forms, modern times have modern fantasy themes and forms, and future eras have a distinctly science-fiction feel with a hint of magic to them. As such, my stories will usually have these themes and/or forms!

Character Cast

These characters are the most prominent in my stories, and I've linked to their introductory posts for easy access to information about them:

David Seltz

Moss Seltz

Davina Seltz

Trace Parker

Ryder Trayson

Luka Mikaelson

Olivia Bo

Kaleb Killian

Devon Masters

Zephyr

Other Resources

Tylvinian Tales Chapter One - The first chapter of Tylvinian Tales. Each chapter will direct to the next one if it exists, above the Tag List at the bottom of the post!

Tylvinian Tales Chapters Masterpost - A full list of chapters from 1 to latest, for easy finding, for those reading chapters in-between the first and last!

Tylvinian Tales Latest Chapter - The most recent chapter of Tylvinian Tales! If you think you're caught up, but aren't sure, click this link and see if you have catching up to do!

Worldbuilding Masterpost - A post with links to every worldbuilding piece I've uploaded so far.

Short Stories Masterpost - A post with links to every short story I've uploaded so far.

How You Can Support Me - A post detailing ways to help me make a life for myself and avoid financial issues.

I also do VRChat Avatar commissions, click to be taken to my Trello.

You can also find me HERE on Wattpad.

With that out of the way, if you're curious about the tags, this little guide should help:

#worldbuilding - posts with information about Relan, no plot. (NOTE: Only some posts will show up with this tag written normally. To see the rest of them, put a space after the word.)

#relanianoc - posts with information on specific Relanian individuals.

#shortstories - posts with short stories about Relan and/or its inhabitants. Each one is canon, unless...

#noncanon - posts with short stories about Relan and/or its inhabitants that are NOT part of the canon continuity. These are exclusively "what ifs" and AUs inspired by things I've seen, heard, or questions/comments people have presented me with.

#Tylvinian Tales - posts that contain chapters of my series, Tylvinian Tales.

#TTC[#] - "TTC" stands for "Tylvinian Tales Chapter". Insert the number of the chapter you're looking for, and if that chapter exists on here, it will be there. Example: #TTC1 is the tag for chapter one, #TTC2 will be the tag for chapter two, and so on.

I also do writing commissions! I'm still new to doing them so I'm not sure what to price it at, but I was thinking something like this was reasonable:

$5 for 1,000 words

$10 for 2,500 words

$20 for 6,000 words

$30 for 10,000 words

$40 for 15,000 words

$50 for 25,000 words

+$10 for NSFW

+$10 for extreme gore

Under 1,000 words is free

With that out of the way I think this blog intro is long enough, ha. So...hang out, enjoy the blog, feel free to chat with me or comment on my posts, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night/whatever it is in your part of the world! <3

Some other wonderful blogs to check out are in the tag list below!

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[ashes-writing]

devil | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N; so listen up kiddos. Recently I watched Jack Goes Home and this.. It sent me down a Rory Culkin rabbit hole. And naturally, this led me to rewatch Scream 4 for probably the bajillionth time, holy shit. Look, this is just something weird, something a little... dark.. that came to my brain. If weird, kind of spicy and wildly inappropriate are not your cup of tea then this post is probably not something you'll want to read. In the spirit of all my late posts, this too is a reader fic. Because things seem to flow better that way. aka when i get my nerve up to post some of my oc fics on here it's over for my ass bc they're gonna flop hard lmaooo. But anyway, another reader fic. This time with Charlie Walker from Scream 4.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror tags rn. If you'd like to fix this and be added to it, please by all means.. Click the link below.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker x Troublemaker!Fem reader, listen there is no other way to say this. Reader is.. a handful.

Summary ; The last thing you expected was to find yourself in the supply closet in the back of the classroom with Charlie Walker. When this happens, things get a little spicy.

Warnings ; for now, there are only vague hints that he's stone cold crazy and planning to slash bodies or in liason with Jill. As dark as it gets is him going on an internal rant about the mistakes Billy made and how those got him seperated from Sydney. Beyond the slight air of darkness / murdery hints, there's making out in a semi public place, swearing, panty theft, almost a fight / bullying situation between Reader and Kirby and Robbie Mercer being both a conscience and a cockblock simultaneously.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open, any fandom but pro wrestling with headcanons / nsfw alphabet and fluffy alphabet letters only please and thanks.

I do not consent to having my work reposted. I also do not consent to having my work rewritten / copied and changed to be reposted.

“Listen, I’m just saying… Virgins are always the first to go. The virgin is never the final girl. So if you want to live through this killing spree? Get laid. Do it now.. Screw the logic that says virgins live to the end because they don't I mean... Look who just died, there's the proof...” and as she says it, Kirby Reed settles back into her  desk. 

You roll your eyes to yourself a few rows away before smirking and speaking up. “Just say you’re a whore and go already, Jesus christ.”

You know it’ll start a fight but honestly, you don’t care. Because it’s Monday and Kirby fuckin Reed is already giving you a headache. You’d rather be anywhere but Woodsboro High to begin with, so the two combined and prompted you to look for a little spice. A way to make your Monday more interesting.

“Aw, look… It’s the girl who wants to be me so bad she can taste it.” Kirby barely looks at you. The jealousy in her tone might be missed by you, but Jill and the other girls pick right up on it. All Kirby has bitched about all weekend is how Charlie Walker is always following you around like some stupid little puppy lately. And she got angry as hell when Jill pointed out that she was upset, therefore, this meant she was jealous.

“In your dreams, bimbo.” you retort, twisting your hair around your finger. “I’d really rather not have to play pin the tail on the STD. How many are you up to this month, hm? Three? Four?”

She’s on her feet in seconds and you’re not a stranger to fisticuffs, so you don’t waste any time getting on your feet either. You’re pulling the big silver moon earring out of your ear as she starts your way and you smirk when Robbie Mercer grabs her. The only problem with this is about the same time Robbie Mercer grabs hold of her, you find yourself thrown carelessly over the shoulder of Charlie Walker.

You kick your legs, briefly flashing the entirety of the class behind you with the tear on the inside the leg of your favorite pair of fishnets and the faintest split second flash of deep black lace when your kicking sends your skirt flipping upward and shows your panties and the curve of your ass. 

You pound on Charlie’s chest and midsection with your fists and you squeal out in mock horror, “Unhand me, you asshole! I’ll bite, damn it!”

Normally, Charlie Walker doesn’t say more than a word or two to you here and there unless there’s dire necessity. He’s too busy following Kirby around or doing Film Club things or the video yearbook with Robbie, his best friend.

So it catches you off guard when he glances over at you and smirks with a little shrug. “Is that an offer, princess?”

“It’s a threat, sleazeball!” you assert. When you actually do attempt to bite him, it’s his abdomen that catches the unholy wrath of your teeth and he’s rushing to put you on your own feet in a quieter corner of the classroom -which happens to wind up being the supply closet in back. All you can do is smirk in satisfaction as you tap your foot against the tiled floor.

“What? Why do you look so damned smug right now, hm?” Charlie leans into you a little. Studying you intently. A curious gleam in ice blue eyes. “Does chaos just make you happy or something?” he demands an answer as he studies you intently. Looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time and honestly, it feels like he has.

See, until recently, it was all about Kirby.

But then you caught his attention by a happy accident.

You were trying to fight Trevor because Trevor decided to play grab ass with you  at one of Emma’s parties earlier in the month.

You’d dropped Trevor like a bad habit with just one slight movement, a simple sweep of your leg. Then when he tried to wrestle you down onto the floor with him because he couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him by a girl who was maybe 5 foot even at best, you’d straddled his hips and proceeded to squeeze his throat until he was struggling for his next breath.

Since that night, Charlie Walker had  barely acknowledged Kirby Reed.. Not that you’d notice, you seemed to be completely oblivious to the subtle shift in his intent focus... But he tried to pop up near wherever you happened to be a lot more. Which proved to be handy when you did something stupid like eating a habenero in the cafeteria on a dare and nearly choking, which he prevented by hitting you on the back until you coughed it up only to walk away wordlessly.. Or when he caught you pulling the fire alarm earlier this week just because to quote you, if you had to sit through one more boring pep rally, you’d simply die on the spot. He’d picked you up over his shoulder when you tripped while trying to flee the scene of the crime.

You were excitement. You were breathing chaos. When he compared you to Kirby Reed, Kirby only had sex appeal going for her.

And right now, as he stood there staring at you, standing taller and right in your way so you couldn’t get to Kirby like you wanted, he was starting to see that the scale of sex appeal was tipping a lot more in your favor than hers too.

You were snapping your fingers in his face with an annoyed look in your eyes and that’s what brought him crashing back into reality. 

“I said move, damn it.” you repeat yourself for at least the fourth time.

“Not gonna do that. Nope.” Charlie answers, stepping into your line of vision to block it. You pout up at him a little and laugh softly. “Oh, I get it… You know if I get past you, I’m gonna rip off your pretty little girlfriend's face and wear it like a Halloween mask. You don’t want me to beat her til she’s ugly inside and out… Right?”

“Nope. Not even close, kitten. Not even in the same galaxy as the answer.” Charlie’s hand raises and he drags it through his hair. You swallow hard because the smirk that tugs at his lips lets you know that he saw you when your eyes followed the way his hand dragged through his hair. He steps closer to you. Close enough that there’s no distance left between your bodies. Close enough that the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke and whatever body wash he uses and just… boy, those all combine and make you bite your lip just a little bit. You frown to yourself. 

You try to focus on what he’s saying, anything but the way his lips move when he’s chewing you out or saying whatever you’re barely listening to at the moment. Or the way he keeps stepping closer. The way he’s staring at your mouth intently as he does it.

And then your back’s against the blackboard behind you and his hips are pinning you between his body and the blackboard. One of his hands raise and catches against the side of your face. As the pad of his thumb rolls over your skin you shiver and before you can censor yourself, you melt into him. Charlie growls quietly. His other hand slips around behind you, settling against your ass as he squeezes. The fabric of your miniskirt bunching up in his hand. You whimper and your hand raises, tangling in his hair as your nails drag softly over his scalp.

Neither of you seem to stop and think, oh hey, this is a classroom and maybe we shouldn’t do this. Neither of you are focused on anything aside from just how good what’s happening feels. When Robbie’s throat clears from nearby, you two spring apart. Charlie glares at the taller boy and takes several deep breaths.

“I came to see if you got the spitfire under control. Apparently, she’s going to corrupt you now.” Robbie taunts him and you laugh, pouting a little as a hand raises to at least attempt straightening out the way Charlie had started to mess with and tug at your hair. All you can really do is shrug it off but the look on Kirby Reed’s face when she catches sight of the two of you looking as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and are being reprimanded for it, that angry gleam is worth it all.

Even if Charlie only did whatever it is he was about to attempt just to get you to behave even a little. Robbie wanders back into the main area of the classroom with everyone else and the door to the supply closet bangs closed behind him softly but the damage is done. The trance has been broken.

Charlie steps back up to you and dips his head down, resting his forehead against your cleavage as he takes at least three long and deep breaths and grumbles out in a voice muffled by your tits, “Jesus. I swear the guy could unintentionally fuck up a wet dream.” as his fists clench against your hips when he grabs hold to pull you completely against him all over again.

“Were you going to kiss me, Charlie?” you ask with the softest of giggles. Melting against him which gets you a warning growl and the slightest nip to the side of your neck as the warmth of his breath tickles your ear when he responds “Thought about it, yeah.” laughing quietly as he gazes up at you. 

“What exactly is stopping you?”

“We’re kind of in a classroom supply closet right now, babe. Look around.” Charlie gestures to the lack of proper ambiance and you shrug. “It wouldn’t be the riskiest place I’ve made out before.” but you smirk as you say it and Charlie’s prompt response is to jam his fingers into his ears while loudly humming because he doesn’t want to hear it.

See, he’s gotten it in his head. This all ends with him and you. Screw his little agenda with Jill. He’s gonna turn on her and this time, the grave error made by Billy Loomis in not keeping his girl at his side will not be repeated by him, the new slasher of Woodsboro.

If Billy’s taught him anything through years of idol worship, it’s that even your idols can fuck up. And this time, he doesn’t intend on it. If Billy had kept Sydney in the dark. Kept her in line. Kept her well fucked and love-drunk then maybe their story wouldn’t have ended in tragedy.

He just knows yours won’t.

After all, you’re built different than Kirby Reed.

Otherwise, he’d never have taken notice, fucked around and gotten obsessed.

In short, he fully intends to be the last guy those soft lips of yours -or any other parts of your anatomy, ever touch. One way or another and he’s fully prepared to eliminate the competition any way he has to. 

“Charlie, c’mon. You’re looking at me all dopey right now.” you’re pouting up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Batting those lashes. He decides to do the opposite of what his idol Billy would do in this situation. Instead of being a dick about it, he leans into the sappy romantic shit most girls want to hear.

His finger drags across your lower lip. His forehead settles against yours. “Maybe it’s because I wanna kiss you and I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Then don’t, oh my god.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him heavy enough that his back meets the closet door and he braces himself to stop the damn thing from flying open and both of you tumbling out just in time. His mouth latches against yours around the same time your leg raises to his hip and his free hand -the one not tangled in and tugging at your hair, grips your thigh right beneath your skirt. “This what you wanted, kitten?” he asks the question in the sweetest, most lovesick voice he can muster. It’s not hard to do at all and that surprises him. He’s been faking normal for so long now that when something is natural for once and it comes easily instead of being a tedious chore, it throws him for a loop.

Your whimper as you rock against him and melt into him has him drawing a shaky deep breath when the kiss breaks for a split second. “Answer me.” he grips your jaw gently in his hand and you pout because he’s not kissing you anymore. “Well it was til you stopped…”

“Babe, c’mon. Are you trying to drive me crazy here?” Charlie questions, frowning at you.

The class is still discussing the latest murder to have been gone viral when the two of you slip out of the closet and back into your seats. You’re dripping. And before you left the closet, Charlie Walker ripped off your panties and pocketed them while giving you that calm smirk. 

He says he’ll come by tonight. He wants you to leave your bedroom window open. And while it’s everything you’ve wanted since middle school, there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you haven’t just entered into some kind of unholy union.

Because there’s always been something a little different. Just a little off with Charlie Walker.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged on this by @unexpectedstormy ! I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to respond like it was a chain or make my own post, so I just went for it

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Two. There will be more coming, because Blood Drops on Roses is just arc one of this story, and there's a lot of snippets for Prologue floating around.

Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe

BDOR Prologue: The Yiga and The Sheikah

2. What's your total A03 word count?

51,493 words since mid-August, when I finally got an account XD I've been a lurker for YEARS ya'll.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Linked Universe only, so far.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

See above XD I hope to get enough fics out there that I can sort my work like that, but for now it's just those two.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I respond as soon as I can, they are like crack to me. Maybe because I'm new to sharing my work or something, but I would die for each and every one of you that leaves even as much as a <3

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

NONE OF MY FICS ARE FINISHED YET AAAAAAAAAA. Arc 1's ending is going to be pretty angsty though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm, I see that this questionnaire is not meant for me. There is a Prologue section "The Trap" that I'll be putting out soon through, its ending is pretty sweet I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I am afraid that it's gonna happen, but so far everyone has been so nice, so I hope not D:

9. Do you write smut?

Nah. Don't really read it either. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I mean unless you count LU as a crossover between all the Link's respective fandoms, no

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh I hope not. How does one steal a fic?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. If I ever get good enough at Spanish, I would like to take a crack at translating my own fic once its all published, but it would probably be laughably terrible. Eh, practice is practice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. Hey @needfantasticstories, I think Clippy Wind and Pug Sky need to go on some adventures together, don't you?

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Tbh I don't really ship. I do think Malon/Time and Legend/Ravio are cute though. I'm just not really interested in exploring the romantic side of stories, even in published literature.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez I hope that I finish all of Arc 2 at this point. But I may be too early into the game to answer this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Heck if I know. I had someone say in my comment section that they liked how I characterize people, so we'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too much and probably in too much detail. Sometimes it would be better to say "They crossed the bridge and set up camp" but nooooooooooo lets add 7,000 words to this already bloated fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Italics. I was about to whip out my decade of Latin for part of this fic, but I decided against it because I'm pretentious but not that pretentious. Also because I still don't understand word order at ALL.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I have some fanfic from the dog series of Warrior Cats lurking somewhere that I wrote when I was like 12. Survivors, or something? I should probably go delete it, I'm sure it's trash. I'm scared to even look, it probably hasn't seen the light of day since I wrote it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Well I've only got one big fic out right now so let's go with BDOR

@needfantasticstories and @somer-writes I'm kicking this your way.

[pandas-pandemonium]

Yandere!Dick Grayson x Isekai!MMA! Reader Excerpt:

aka I felt a craving for new yan!dc content and thought I'd write one myself, and this came out. It's supposed to be the start of Y/N's isekai journey after being knocked out, or rather, killed (or perhaps put into a long coma?) during a fight. They're supposed to be an MMA fighter.

No yandere content in this excerpt. Tbh, I don't know if I want to write a full fic, or if I even have enough material for that. Not even sure how it would go. But for now, I'll keep posting random blurbs and scenes that come to mind, and maybe one day, we'll get a full fic yeah?

Anyways enjoy ahaha.

You can find the Yan!Dick Grayson POV in my reblog after this. Not putting a link now, because Tumblr hides posts with links in 'em from the tag page.

Thud!

Your eyes shot open as the pain of the impact spread throughout your body. Your body felt paralysed, almost, like something was weighing you down. Confusion crept into your nerves, like a snake crawling up a vine, your throat felt tight and your head spun. Whether it was from the impact of hitting the cold concrete pavement or from your mental state, you couldn't tell.

Dark skies. Brightly lit skyscrapers. Dark shadows, creeping across the ground. Neon traffic lights. An... explosion?

With a deep breath, you turned yourself over and shakily pushed yourself off the ground. For a moment, your vision blurred before you managed to steady yourself. You have to get out of here, away from whatever danger is approaching.

You may not know how the hell you got here, or where "here" even is, but you were going to die if you stayed any longer.

Another blast. Nearer this time. A strangled groan escaped your throat as you covered your ears. The noise was deafening and your ears started to ring. You stumbled, and then fell to the ground once again. This time though, you managed to pick yourself as quickly as you fell.

Your breathing felt ragged, even though you had hardly moved. You swore you were healthier than this. The fall earlier must have hurt you more than you thought.

Wait-

Fall?

Why were you falling in the first place?

Your eyes looked up to the skies again. Surely you didn't fall from one of those buildings...right? Your thoughts are interrupt just then, by the sound of breaking glass from the buildings nearby. You see several dark shadows zoom by.

The ringing in your ears intensifies, and you find yourself helpless before it, crumpling down into a ball. Your head pounds, like it's going to cave in on itself. Your breaths quicken as the pain increases. The ringing sharpens, and soon it's all you hear before a flash of white overcomes you.

Faint images of your life pass by, as if you were watching a montage. A scene appears before your eyes:

It's an arena filled with white lights and loud cheers. You were on the defensive against your opponent, who was swinging out punches and kicks without stopping. You grit your teeth, tasting the rubber mouth guard in your mouth. They'll run out of energy soon, and then that's when you'll strike.

Your eyes glance to the clock. 1 minute left. Your breathing changes, taking in slow deep breaths as you observe your opponent. One. Two. High Kick- There!

Your body steps out to their left, and you swing your right arm into their jaw, knocking them back. You're back in control.

One. Two. One. Two. Three. One-

And suddenly your world sways, and your eyes open.

And you're back in this strange world, now face to face with someone you'd never thought you'd meet.

DC comic book character and superhero: Nightwing.

[eschergirls]

Hi everybody!

It's December which means a) happy upcoming holidays everybody! and 2) time for a monthly update and thank you to our very cool Patreon subscribers. :3

First, the update, if you use the main site you'll have noticed that there were some issues this month with the Disqus comments being down for a couple of days and the submission form not working at various points.  We've resolved both problems and there should be no issue now. They were related to having to change email providers and updating the site to the most recent version of Drupal. :)  I want to thank everybody who let me know about the problems because I don't always notice everything immediately and I want to know if there's something to fix! If you have any issues with the site or suggestions to improve it, please do not hesitate to contact me and let me know!

Second, as usual I'm working through the backlog of inbox submissions and also fixing broken posts/restoring tags/adding alt text, etc to the archives.  This month's big restoration project were a bunch of old posts of the Chris Hart's "How To Draw" books, including the "How To Draw Cutting Edge Anatomy" pages which explained that you can draw men with varying body sizes but the women must all be "attractive" and therefore there's not much variation in size or height or musculature and you must show characterization elsewhere.  I added a full transcription of the text in the posts for screen-readers, so if you want to read it, click through the link and you should be able to. :) 

I also restored 2 old Liefeld Avengelyne covers here and here.  And I fixed up this old Supergirl compilation post and uploaded the infamous "letter to women fans" by now-disgraced ex-editor Eddie Berganza that was referenced in the post and added transcription for screen readers since the original letter has been removed from the DC site and there are very few full versions of it left that are accessible.

I've also fixed up the Disqus reactions to be more interesting and have a "thanks I hate it" option as requested by one reader. You should see it appear on the site soon!

I want to remind everybody that if you want to follow Escher Girls outside Tumblr, we have an RSS feed. (For newbies, RSS stands for Really Simple Syndication and is basically a feed you can read using an RSS reader. Simply copy and paste https://eschergirls.com/rss.xml into an RSS reader and it will keep you up to date on Escher Girls!)

And finally I want to thank everybody for engaging in the blog and participating in the caption contest! The interactions have been really great and I loved everybody's captions for the last contest!

And of course I want to specifically thank our November 2023 Patreon supporters for helping me keep this site up. Your donations help me pay for the domain and hosting so posts can stay up and visible even if Tumblr's algorithm flags them erroneously (I've been appealing but it's frustrating because the appeals are handled by an algorithm too), and allow us to make upgrades! <3

So thank you so so much to:

Anne Adler Cat Mara CheerfulOptimistic  Chris McKenzie Em Bardon First Time Trek Greg Sepelak Ian Cameron Ken Trosaurus Kevin Carson Kim Wincen Kristoffer Illern  Holmén Leak  Manuel Dalton Mary Kuhner Max Schwarz Michael Mazur Miriam Pody Morgan McEvoy randomisedmongoose Rebecca Breu Ringoko  Ryan Gerber Sam Mikes Sean Sea  SpecialRandomCast  Thomas  Thomas Key

And I want to give another general thank you to everybody for reading, submitting, and just generally engaging with the site.  The interactions I have with all of you are a huge bright spot in my day. :)

Also please stay tuned for our upcoming holiday themed caption contest! I think you'll all get a kick from it!

Thank you all so much,

Ami

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DJTober 2023: A Monthly Fan Creation Challenge

Introducing, a new Fan Art/Fan Fiction Challenge for the Month of October 2023!

Links: Archive of Our Own and Spotify Playlist.

I always like monthly fanfiction and fan art challenges in certain months that create new work and get the creative flow going. So I decided I wanted to make my own challenge that anyone could join.

Information and Text version of Prompts under the cut:

So what is DJTober? It is a challenge where you can draw or write based on random songs and verses as the daily prompts. I picked the name because it was different and I think Songtober was already taken. You can either post fan art or write fanfic or create a gif or anything that you feel like creating! Will this be a thing? Who knows? Will I make a side blog for this? It depends. Either way, I'm going to try this challenge myself and share it with others.

A couple of things to note:

In order for me to see your work on your platform (either Tumblr or AO3), please use the tags: #DJTober and #DJTober2023.

You can write a one-shot or multiple chapters, one fandom or multiple, and dark/whump/NSFW are allowed as well. Just make sure to tag appropriately and be mindful of triggers/content warnings.

Having said that, I do not allow things like pedophilia or similar in the works. I will immediately remove it and/or take drastic measures if need be.

Your fic can either be inspired by the song itself or by the suggested verse in the picture, or a different lyric of your choice. You can even have someone say the lyric in a quote. Your fic does not have to be a songfic.

You do not have to go in order of the list and you can start as early or late as you want. Just be aware that the collection that is opened now will remain unmoderated until the end of the first week of November.

Without further ado, here are the prompts:

Life's no fun without a good scare. (This Is Halloween from Nightmare Before Christmas)

2) All of your time spent keeps us alive. (Larger Than Life by Backstreet Boys)

3) Think of it as my desire for you. (Chant from Hadestown)

4) Tell me you love me in private. (Montero (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X)

5) I'm wearing my heart like a crown, pretending that you're still around. (The Great Pretender by The Platters)

6) I'm far renowned in the underground and you can't take that from me. (Land of the Dead by Voltaire)

7) Because you're mine. (I Put A Spell On You, either Screamin' Jay Hawkins or the Hocus Pocus version)

8) No one else takes care of me. (Independent Women, pt 1 by Destiny's Child)

9) Just what to do. Help them to help you. (The Pitiful Children from Be More Chill)

10) Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. (Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer)

11) Go ahead and kick it up a notch if your life is at a level too low. (Kick It Up A Notch from Starkid's Starship)

12) Don't have the heart to live in the fast lane. (Worthless from The Brave Little Toaster)

13) And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. (Thriller by Michael Jackson)

14) May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to Hell. (Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! At The Disco)

15) This plant is talking to you. (Sominex/Suppertime II from Little Shop of Horrors)

16) Your beauty never ever scared me. (Mary on a Cross by Ghost)

17) Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa. Don't fall in love. (Copacabana by Barry Manilow)

18) Part of life's eternal rhyme. (Mother Earth and Father Time from Charlotte's Web)

19) You can't reason with a headless man. (The Headless Horseman, any version)

20) With a taste of poison paradise. (Toxic by Britney Spears)

21) Ain't it the sweetest noises in town, that beautiful sound? (That Beautiful Sound from Beetlejuice the Musical)

22) What you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (Blood // Water by grandson)

23) Because a caricature is all they know. (Candle Queen by Ghost and Pals)

24) If you stay close to me in my dreams tonight. (Dreams to Dream from American Tail: Fieval Goes West)

25) Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by. (The Hearse Song, any version)

26) We're hand to hand, chest to chest, and now, we're face to face. (Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna)

27) Would you please send directions on how I can get where you are? (T.E.A.M./The Baseball Game from You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown)

28) Sip the gossip, drink til you choke. (Gossip by Maneskin)

29) So sweet. So cold. So fair. (St. James Infirmary by Cab Calloway)

30) Every day, I'll take you higher and I'll never let you fall. (Let Me Be Your Wings from Thumbelina)

31) Writer's Choice/Request/Free Space (You can either choose a favorite song of your own, request a song on your blog for others to suggest, or use this as a free space/day to write whatever you want).

If you have any additional questions, feel free to contact me. Please reblog to spread the word!