#not healthy but in small doses should be fine

[cubot]

[churipu]

FIRST EVER REQUEST. WOOHOO!!

Id like to request jjk men with a reader that has atrociously long hair, like super duper long hair please.

(eg. do some get mad becuz the hair is everywhere. Do some help you make your hair)

I hope your taking care of yourself and staying healthy and hydrated <3 mwah mwah

JJK MEN + PARTNER WHO HAS LONG HAIR

featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo x reader

warnings. cursing (toji)

note. hi nonnieee, congrats on your first request mwah mwah. as a person who used to have ATROCIOUSLY long hair — some people weren't happy, including me (which is why i decided to chop it off >:() and nonnie baby, i hope you're also taking care of yourself <33 also, i'm gonna be closing the requests as of now while i try to finish the other requests, and it will be opened back if everything is done! thank you.

GOJO SATORU. loves your hair, no questions asked. he loves playing with your hair if you both are just chilling in the house, the male always tries to look up easy hairstyles to do for beginners — which never ends up good.

gojo once got your hair stuck in a brush because he was too focused in watching the tutorial, and he contemplated chopping your hair off. but you threatened him, and so he spent approximately one and a half hour to untangle your hair.

after that day, he never tried a new hairstyle in fear of doing something wrong again. but he still and does play with your hair, twirling it around his slender fingers and caressing it — sometimes he helps you with drying your hair after a shower, and he helps on your hair care routine.

"so i just put the tonic on? how much should i put? four dose of pipettes?" he asks you, looking at the small pipette in confusion.

"baby, no— just four squeezes are enough." you informed, a bit worried about your hair now; but the male did extremely well, even giving your scalp a quick massage.

"did i do good? can i do it again next time, please please?" he asks you, pulling you into his chest, "it's fun, i'm like your personal hairdresser."

you rolled your eyes, "sure, sure. free of charge, right?"

the male rolled his eyes, "of course not, there's a price to it. i get a kiss after, one for the tonic, one for the massage. deal?" he proposed, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips.

"i like that deal. deal."

TOJI FUSHIGURO. he hates it. on certain occasions — absolutely despises your hair when you're both cuddling, it gets into his face, his eyes, his mouth, everywhere where he doesn't want it to be. but out of that, he's perfectly fine with it.

"ah, fuck— doll, 'm going to cut your hair one of these days and make it look like an accident," he groans out, gently brushing your hair aside as your back was pressed onto his chest.

"cut my hair, and i'll cut this relationship short."

toji chuckles, pressing a light kiss on the area between your neck and shoulder, "you're mean," he mumbles into your skin.

as much as he said he'd cut it (as a joke), he'd find your hair really fun to play with sometimes; and his fingers would reach out to the edges of your hair, playing with it while his eyes are focused elsewhere. during movie nights, he'd be unaware of his lingering fingers in your hair as he watches; you didn't mind though, letting his hand just roam in your hair until the movie ends.

the male looks intrigued by your hair care routine, toji would always be there to watch you put care into your hair. sometimes offering to do it, and when he messes up he asks you to take over because he was scared of ruining your beautiful hair.

"ah, shit. i can't do it baby, you take over." he mutters out in annoyance, sliding the hair tonic over to you after failing to pump in the right amount of liquid into the pipette from his strong grip.

the male looks up hairstyles and sends the link to you, asking: "can you try this hairstyle, wanna see you in it." and is never disappointed with the result.

he makes himself the small spoon so your hair wouldn't get in his face — not that he's complaining, he likes being held by you.

"what're you doing, toji?" you asked in confusion, seeing the male curled up in bed.

"being the small spoon," he mumbles out.

and from then on, he is now the small spoon (he loves it, but would never admit it, telling you that it's just because of your hair).

CHOSO KAMO. he is the best at doing hairstyles, especially pig tails. choso is so delicate with your hair, treating every strand like they're his own. and he was the first one to offer to do your hair when he sees you slightly struggling with trying out a new hairstyle.

he would be independent to look up new hairstyles and come to you, asking if he could try doing your hair.

"hi y/n," he appears behind the bedroom door, peeking slightly with a small smile, "can i do your hair?"

when you tell him yes, he gets so happy and skips on the bed. telling you to sit down in front of him while he follows the tutorial patiently — and when he's done, he's always giddy to hear your reaction to his work. such a cutie.

"cho, this looks really pretty, thank you," you kissed his forehead, and the male shyly smiles at you.

choso sees you putting on a lot of things on your hair after a shower and he began looking up hair care routines on the internet, how to do them step by step, remembering everything so he could be the one doing your hair care routine for you.

"baby, baby! i wanna do your hair care routine," he tells you, tugging your hand with a smile on his face.

you, of course, let him. trusting him with it — and choso delivers perfectly, doing the steps you usually do with the right amount of things. it makes him really happy when you tell him thank you and awarded him with a kiss or two.

choso loves and adores your hair, he treats it like his own.

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[thesilentsongbirds]

Yandere men the first time you return their affections

Characters: Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato, Childe

TW: mentions of sex, captivity, general yandere content, isolation and manipulation, drugs with Childe

~~~~~~~

Diluc

Oh Diluc would be a mess. The first time you hand brushes his cheek? He completely freezes, standing stiff as a board and wondering if it actually happened.

He'd blush, turning his gaze away even as he steps closer to you. You thought his clinginess was bad before? It's worse now.

He's a starving man who's been given just a sip of water

Now he wants the rest. He almost needs to have your loving touch

And he'll do anything to get it

Xiao

Doesn't react, doesn't even seem to notice. You get a blink, maybe. But other than that he doesn't react.

He will admit the hug feels nice but he doesn't get human interaction. He's seen other humans hug, but he's never had one.

It's not like he left you alone for long! What's a few weeks in the span of a lifetime. You have everything you need in the teapot.

When you finally pull back, not completely letting him go, you see the lightest blush in his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears.

Doesn't understand it, but definitely wants another one once he has time to process.

Also will not hesitate to leave you alone for a couple more weeks in the hopes that you might give him another hug.

Zhongli

Oh boy.

It's in your contract to be affectionate. As husband and wife would be. But willingly? You've always kept that from him.

His breath hitches the first time you willingly lean against him or cuddle him.

He's like someone who has a cat unexpectedly sit on them. Nope. Sorry. Can't do his archon duties today. He can't move.

But then his arm is around your waist and something breaks in you, a little bit of that iron will that attracted the archon of stone to you in the first place.

It's fine. Don't think about that right now. His hand is so warm and soft, rubbing up and down your back.

After all, you have a contract for eternity. And Zhongli is nothing but patient waiting for you to break down even more.

Ayato

This prideful man. Absolutely no shame in him.

Becoming the mistress to the Kamisato clan was already hard for you. Ayato tried to make it better, but he was busy. There's a lot of work to be done.

He often works late, and by extension so do you. He doesn't want to put a lot of work on you, but it's healthy to share the burden, isn't it?

He doesn't realize how late it is until your head falls against his shoulder, breathing soft and even. Ayato freezes, glancing at the clock from the corner of his eye. It is rather late.

You hardly shift as he picks you up, cradling you in his arms. A small murmur leaves your lips, gentle and soft.

Your eyes barely open through the haze of sleep. Ayato nuzzles your head, and without thinking of the consequences you lean into the touch, nuzzling back and burying your face into the crook of his neck. You're asleep before you can think about it.

Ayato almost preens. He's waited too long for you to return his affections. You've opened a door you can't close.

Give this man an inch and he'll take several. Or rather you will later.

Childe

Childe just has one thought the first time you touch him

Finally

It took long enough for it to kick in. He'll have to up the dose next time, but for now your movements are uncoordinated and sloppy

But that just makes you cute. The glazed over eyes are so cute. You really are perfect.

Sure, he likes it when you fight back, but sometimes he'd also like you to want to touch him.

Or to get down on your knees for him. After all, he provides and protects you, the least you could do was worship him a bit.

He should have done this ages ago.

[asilentsongbird]

Yandere men the first time you return their affections

Characters: Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato, Childe

TW: mentions of sex, captivity, general yandere content, isolation and manipulation, drugs with Childe

~~~~~~~

Diluc

Oh Diluc would be a mess. The first time you hand brushes his cheek? He completely freezes, standing stiff as a board and wondering if it actually happened.

He'd blush, turning his gaze away even as he steps closer to you. You thought his clinginess was bad before? It's worse now.

He's a starving man who's been given just a sip of water

Now he wants the rest. He almost needs to have your loving touch

And he'll do anything to get it

Xiao

Doesn't react, doesn't even seem to notice. You get a blink, maybe. But other than that he doesn't react.

He will admit the hug feels nice but he doesn't get human interaction. He's seen other humans hug, but he's never had one.

It's not like he left you alone for long! What's a few weeks in the span of a lifetime. You have everything you need in the teapot.

When you finally pull back, not completely letting him go, you see the lightest blush in his cheeks, spreading to the tips of his ears.

Doesn't understand it, but definitely wants another one once he has time to process.

Also will not hesitate to leave you alone for a couple more weeks in the hopes that you might give him another hug.

Zhongli

Oh boy.

It's in your contract to be affectionate. As husband and wife would be. But willingly? You've always kept that from him.

His breath hitches the first time you willingly lean against him or cuddle him.

He's like someone who has a cat unexpectedly sit on them. Nope. Sorry. Can't do his archon duties today. He can't move.

But then his arm is around your waist and something breaks in you, a little bit of that iron will that attracted the archon of stone to you in the first place.

It's fine. Don't think about that right now. His hand is so warm and soft, rubbing up and down your back.

After all, you have a contract for eternity. And Zhongli is nothing but patient waiting for you to break down even more.

Ayato

This prideful man. Absolutely no shame in him.

Becoming the mistress to the Kamisato clan was already hard for you. Ayato tried to make it better, but he was busy. There's a lot of work to be done.

He often works late, and by extension so do you. He doesn't want to put a lot of work on you, but it's healthy to share the burden, isn't it?

He doesn't realize how late it is until your head falls against his shoulder, breathing soft and even. Ayato freezes, glancing at the clock from the corner of his eye. It is rather late.

You hardly shift as he picks you up, cradling you in his arms. A small murmur leaves your lips, gentle and soft.

Your eyes barely open through the haze of sleep. Ayato nuzzles your head, and without thinking of the consequences you lean into the touch, nuzzling back and burying your face into the crook of his neck. You're asleep before you can think about it.

Ayato almost preens. He's waited too long for you to return his affections. You've opened a door you can't close.

Give this man an inch and he'll take several. Or rather you will later.

Childe

Childe just has one thought the first time you touch him

Finally

It took long enough for it to kick in. He'll have to up the dose next time, but for now your movements are uncoordinated and sloppy

But that just makes you cute. The glazed over eyes are so cute. You really are perfect.

Sure, he likes it when you fight back, but sometimes he'd also like you to want to touch him.

Or to get down on your knees for him. After all, he provides and protects you, the least you could do was worship him a bit.

He should have done this ages ago.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I’m new here so I’m sorry if I missed an FAQ about rec lists instead of general fic locate requests. If you do regular rev lists on your fave fics but can you do a list of your favorite Stackson Brotp fics? Like it’s still endgame Sterek but still has a healthy dose of Stackson brotp please. I’d really appreciate it

joonniverse asked:

Hey there ! Would you happen to have any fic recs where Jackson and Stiles are/become really close? Any Stiles centric pairing is fine

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Anonymous asked:

May i get some fic recs for Jackson and stiles friendship? Either childhood friends or became friends post Canon or anything in between. If stackson happens that is also ok as is any other ship.

Alright friends. It took me a minute but here's some of my favorite Stiles and Jackson friendship fics. (alternatively this could be renamed " A list of mostly isthatbloodonyourshirt fics")

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles

(1/1 I 10,146 I Mature I Sterek)

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth.

The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles.

Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles.

Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal.

He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Quack (Stiles Stop Calling It That) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 15,980 I Teen I Sterek)

“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

“—waking me up at the ass crack of one,” Stiles continued without missing a beat, “and asking for a favour. Given my life growing up with you, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. I think the reason this hits so hard now is that I specifically bought my own apartment so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“Stiles, it’s almost one.”

“—so that you couldn’t wake me up at the ass crack of one.”

Everyone Needs a Little Mischief in Their Life by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 17,984 I Teen I Sterek)

Finally, against his better judgement, and having gone in circles for much too long, he blurted out, “Who is my soulmate?”

The Witch looked disappointed, like he’d fucked up. Like he’d fucked up bad.

But she answered anyway.

“Mischief.”

Derek stared at her, not understanding, because what? “That’s not a name,” he insisted.

“Not exactly, no.” She offered him a small smile.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

Sweet Buns by skoosiepants

(1/1 I 17,935 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodier—criminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.

Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.

I've Lived A Better Day by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(18/18 I 32,819 I Not Rated I Sterek)

When Stiles comes across a rogue Alpha during his first year at Berkeley, the ensuing fight doesn't exactly go his way. He calls an unlikely ally to help him with his transition, and finds out his new pack isn't quite who he might have thought it would be.

Stiles is now left with the task of trying to figure out how his old life will fit in with his new, but that is not without its challenges.

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”

“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.

Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:

DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

There’s No Escape for the Potato Man by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(1/1 I 53,977 I Teen I Sterek)

“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”

“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”

“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.

Have You Met Me? by Niecy8

(23/23 I 60,462 I Mature I Steter)

Derek’s eyes widened as his mouth contorted. “Good luck with that. First of all, he has sworn off alphas. Second of all, he will never ever agree to fake date and third of all, he’s just as stubborn as you.”

Oh, this idea of his was becoming more of a challenge. Peter certainly doesn’t want to back down now. “Please Derek. I am Peter Hale. I am charismatic as fuck. I can steal candy from a baby. Stiles will be no match for me.” And he was an omega. Despite what his nephew said, he could definitely turn on his alpha charm and the boy will be putty in his hand. It would be a slam dunk in his book.

Laughing through a wheeze which was rude by the way, Derek caught his breath. “Please tell me when you go to his place so I can video when he slams the door in your face.”

Later, there would be a door slammed in his face. Yet the boy did take the flowers Peter brought over as an ice breaker before doing so because Peter can be warming and Derek was not there smirking at him so he called it win.

Yep, challenged accepted. He would most certainly convince a certain omega to fake date him for a week.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(7/7 I 196,137 I Explicit I Sterek)

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

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@lovesouthernsweettea and @harriet-wimsey suggested this one!

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 66,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

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@midnightwinterhawk suggested these!

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 65,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Shovels and Dirt by bellefire

(15/15 I 88,628 I Mature I Sterek)

The nogitsune’s power doesn’t leave Stiles after the spirit is defeated. No, it seems Stiles was changing and knowing what that darkness did to his friends he refuses to put them in danger again. He leaves without a word. Now in a new city with not quite new friends Stiles realizes no one can run forever. Because family doesn’t back down and also, yeah, that fuckin’ tree really is talking to him.

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@nolanfa suggested this one!

See You on the Other Side by damnitgreenberg

(18/18 I 146,077 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles isn't doing so well on the ‘dealing with life’ front. He'll admit to that freely, okay? But he quickly discovers he isn't the only one, and that person’s inability to adapt and roll with the punches may cost Stiles his own life.

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@ah-lone-drah suggested this one!

Derek's Person by ash_mcj

(3/? I 3,916 I General i Sterek)

Derek didn’t like people—they set him on edge in a way that nobody quite seemed to understand, much to his vexation. They always invited themselves into his space, like they somehow had a right to be there. They touched his clothes, his books, his skin—leaving their scents clinging to things that were supposed to smell like himself. They expected him to talk to them, and never managed to wrap their heads around the notion that he just couldn’t. Words were difficult for him to use most of the time, and despite all efforts to communicate in other ways, people just didn’t understand. But it didn’t matter anyway, because Derek didn’t like people and had no inclination to socialize with them.

But Stiles was…different, somehow. He did everything that Derek hated, and more. He intruded into Derek’s space, he rambled constantly, loudly, with flailing arms and fidgeting fingers—and his presence should have driven Derek up the wall, but it didn’t. Stiles didn’t set him on edge, like everyone else did. And maybe most surprising of all, he understood him.

[or: reclusive, feral-risk derek hale finds solace in a wild child, much to his pack’s surprise]

[thebunniesgrim]

Ok so wait  

So, the recent episode of Helluva Boss made me...  

Think.  

About something. 

I know, right? so scary  

But oops made me stop for a second (as much as I like one could say love the episode)  

Are the sinners worse than the literal 7 deathly sins?  

I know it's a little early to say this considering hazbin hotel hasn't come out yet and helluva boss hasn't shown us all the 7 deadly sins, yet you know?  

But considering our track record with Asmodeus not thinking lust should be forced and Beelzebub not encouraging overindulgence or overindulgence for the wrong reasons (when she tells Loona "like hey he a mess and killing the vibe k?”)  

(Also, I feel like the Asmodeus thing is a damned if you do damned if you don't thing honestly there was no winning with this one viv would have gotten flamed either way. I don’t have a gripe with it either way  )  

Are the sinners worse than them? Like Valentino is an abuser and uses angle dust and others for his body in more ways than one. Alastor is allegedly a cannibal (can that be seen as gluttony or some other sin? Other than it being morality wrong to eat people), angel overuses drugs, husk drink to an excess Yada Yada Yada  

....so, like who are the real demons?  

(That was the gotcha moment the whole time.)

Hazbin Hotel pitch: "Maybe the real demons (or redemption) were the friends we made along the way *rainbow emoji*"

You're telling me that Valentino can just sexually assault folks and get them doped up on magical cigar smoke, but Asmodeus doesn't believe that diddling people without consent is just too far?  

Ok yeah totally  

Because honestly what's next?  

Is Belphegor gonna recommend we get the daily recommended amount of sleep and to put healthy breaks in between tasks? (watch her be a doctor)  

Is mammon gonna vouch for ethical consumerism and hoarding money is bad?  

Wait no, let me guess!  

Leviathan is gonna tell us about that envy in small doses as motivation is healthy but too much and it's not?  

Is Lucifer gonna be like yo Dawgs being prideful in one's achievements is totally radical but don't be a dick about it  

Is satin gonna like to tell us getting angry is ok but pointing one's anger towards other is totally uncool?  

Because he'll doesn't seem like a doomed eternity it just seems like a playground, they aren't even being like damned for their sins  

It's like the purge but slightly more civil  

How is a sinner gonna be worst that a demon?  

I am very aware expecting Viv to give us correct demon mythos is a tall order and not realistic at all, but I don’t think we can stay any farther from the 7 deadly sins in their basic boiled down forms, you know? Like money, anger, ego, sex, food, lazy, and jealously.  

They are demons! You can have kind and sweet demons like minion from the Cuphead show he's a sweet heart but he still encourages the devil to be the devil  

Or even king dice (not a demons but a bad person he works for the devil) he has sympatric qualities but he's still a bad guy. Same with the devil too if you look hard enough  

They are still demons people have a negative connotation with them why not make them morally gray? Like “you can cut some guys arm off if both parties are into it, I don’t care just ask first” that would be kinda funny. But also, he values consent to a fault he doesn’t care about them being safe but as long as you asked its fine.

Asmodeus:

Or if like cheat days turn into cheat years idk  

It just seems like the 7 deadly sins are just guys and the sinners are just worse than them 

Like look at pilot of Hazbin and look all the non-sense they do then look at Helluva it’s so sanitized comparatively it's kinda funny ngl  

If the sinners, the worst of the worst of humans and this is how soft the demon royales are like pilot hazbin would bully the hell (heh) out of Helluva

Lol is the pride ring just a bunch of uncivilized edgy children when everyone else just kinda looks on in utter horror? Now that I wouldn’t mind  :)

small rant about the Hazbin hotel piolt

Why does Charlie call the sinners her people in the pilot?  

Like I feel like her people are the hell born like her, the deadly sins, the imps, the succubus and so on 

You know her people the demons and junk who are like her kin of sort?

Also why is over population such a problem? It seems like a fitting punishment to me if there's limited space seems like a good thing, no?  

Are they not here to suffer?  

Also why not just allow the sinners to wander the other rings? Why are they only in pride?  

What's the point of the other rings? Why are they named after sins if they aren't going to be used by the sinners? 

ok bye :)

[dragonridernoobie]

How UnderSwap Sans acts when they meet somone they like/love

Read first vvv

Ok, first things first, I DO NOT see this man as a baby, childish, or innocent.

I see him just as papyrus from Undertale but it's sans.

But he dose have his own personality.

My request are still open!!!

💫Friend Zone💫

When you guys meet it was when you both where at the store.

He asked you about healthy ingredients to use for his spaghetti.

You tell him and you guys talk about other things for hours.

To the point, his brother papyrus had to call him to ask him where he was.

Sans apologize for taking so much time and he gave you his number so you guys van continue to talk.

You guys meet up again at his house.

This is where you met his brother, and his brother was actually pretty chill with ya.

Tho he did make a hint that if you hurt his brother, you're dead.

You and sans make some food together and you show him some other healthy foods to make.

You bet that papyrus telaported away so he didn't have to eat healthy food.

You guys make a bunch of healthy foods like creamy Cajun chicken pasta.

You decede to have cooking days every Sunday.

He tells you his story of him in the royal guard.

You met alphys, and you guys hit it off.

💘Crush Faze💘

You went with him to alphys place for training.

You weren't into the training so you sat on the side and (read/write/draw/game/etc.).

Sans wasn't paying attention, and kept his eyes on you.

Alphys had to keep yelling him to focus, but this leaded her to figure out what was going on.

Oh boy, this made sans embarrassed when alpgys kept making fun of him and singing the k.i.s.s song.

He had to cover her mouth up, since he didn't want you to figure out he had feelings for ya.

Just seeing you on bench with the light shining on you made him weak to the knees.

I can see this sans being nervous around you.

He will probably try to make some jokes but when they don't land, he will say it was a joke.

He will make you're favorite foods if you ever come over for dinner.

Don't worry, his brother also made fun of him.

He will also teach you how to defend yourself a little bit.

He wants you safe.

💕Dating Faze💕

When he told you his feelings, he tried to keep calm when telling you.

He became a stuttering mess.

When you told him you returned his feelings, he was over the moon.

Expect this man to always be by you're side.

Alot of cuddles.

Alot of tacos.

His brother congrats you both and is happy for you both.

He always makes sure younare comfortable.

You guys go on dates every weekend.

He wants to treat you like the goddess you are.

He will always be there for you, and you will always be there for him.

You actually help him to settle down and sit down for more then 2 minutes.

He is Extremely romantic, always getting you flowers, chocolate and more.

Expect alot of kisses.

🚫NSWF Faze🚫

This man isn't really horny.

To get into the mode you will need to do a small push.

This man is a sub

He can be Dom, but he needs to be in heat.

He also dosent really have any kinks.

The most kinkist thing he is into is calling you mommy.

But in heat, expect bites and growls.

He is one of the skeletons I can see him I to building nest.

It's an instincts.

Almost all monsters has knots so this man has one.

He warned you beforehand, since he was scared that it would make you turn away, but you tell him you are fine with it.

His dick size isn't the biggest nor smallest.

He is normal sized.

His after care is God like.

He has everything ready to go after you guys had sex

He loves smelling his scent on you.

He loves you're scent on him.

This man will get physical to keep some creep off ya.

[cuddlepilefics]

“What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?“ + Preventative measures not taken

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caregivers: Mainly Seonghwa & Yeosang

Prompts: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Now that summer was slowly coming to an end, Seonghwa was working hard to make sure the group was well prepared for the colder seasons to come. Since they were still travelling a lot and interacted with so many people, there’d naturally be a pretty high risk of the members catching some bug, which would be incredibly inconvenient to their schedules. Besides, living in such close proximity, illness usually spread like wildfire within the group, so they should really make sure all of them were in good health. Seonghwa was the most adamant about making their lifestyle as healthy as it could be with the long working hours and little amount of sleep. Not having to worry about the members not exercising enough, he merely reminded them not to skip out on the veggies in their meals and to not stay up unnecessarily late if it wasn’t for their work.

He eventually got his hands on some ginger shots, which were supposed to boost the immune system and would hopefully keep the members from falling ill. Sure, they didn’t taste that great and some of the members made sure to tell him that every morning but they usually just knocked the back to get it over with. Hongjoong would rarely ever let himself be stopped from working late no matter how hard Seonghwa tried to get him to rest, so if it put his hyung’s mind at ease, the leader would gladly accept the ginger shot. The only one complaining about it every morning was Wooyoung. There had even been a fight one morning, the dancer still half asleep as they had to head out to their schedule. He couldn’t be bothered with something that disgusting so early in the morning. Wanting to keep the peace, Seonghwa dropped the topic but eventually realized how his dongsaeng had started to adjust his daily routine to ensure he’d already be gone from the dorm by the time the rest of the group had to get up and ready. Wooyoung simply didn’t see a point in drinking such a vile tasting liquid. Sure, it had the reputation of being healthy but so were vegetables. If he made sure to always add some veggies to his meals, he’d be fine.

Not wanting the other to go without his daily dose of vitamins, Seonghwa had resorted to measuring some of the ginger shots into little bottles, which he carried around with him. That way, he could give them to Wooyoung one per day, though he knew the younger wasn’t too enthusiastic about them. “Hyung, seriously, I have a good immune system and I eat all my veggies. I don’t need some weird potion to stay healthy. I can do that on my own”, the dancer argued when Seonghwa approached him during one of their practice sessions. He knew his hyung was only trying to watch out for him but he sure was a bit pushy.

Though annoyed, Wooyoung eventually accepted the small bottle but when the oldest wasn’t looking, he simply slipped it into his bag before continuing with their practice. The dancer wouldn’t have thought it that easy to fool Seonghwa but somehow it worked, so he continued accepting the ginger shots when his hyung handed them to him only to make them disappear. It was only when Yeosang glanced at his friend’s open bag one evening when they returned to their room that someone noticed. “Hang on”, the older chuckled, “You’re not taking those ginger shots?” Though the tips of his ears turned pink at being caught, Wooyoung shook his head. When Yeosang raised an eyebrow at him, he explained: “I absolutely can’t stand the taste nor can I stand the way it makes my throat burn. My immune system is good already, so the discomfort isn’t worth it.” – “You’re not wrong”, Yeosang hummed, his lips twitching into a smile, “It does taste gross. I always drink lots of water after to rinse it down. It’s good for me and if it eases hyung’s mind a little, why not….” He wouldn’t tell his friend what to do though as he figured everyone should choose how to take care of themselves.

Seonghwa was proud to say that so far, none of the members had caught as much as a little cold. All of them seemed to be on top of their health. Well, the members he saw anyway. He hadn’t seen Wooyoung in quite sometime and only for short durations. They had alternating schedules and the younger was barely around the dorm, so Seonghwa couldn’t be sure but figuring his dongsaeng was drinking his ginger shots like everyone else there was no reason he shouldn’t be well. Wooyoung however hadn’t been feeling too great for the past two days. Having woken up to a sore throat, he had decided to skip his early morning workout and instead stop by a small café before meeting up with the others for their schedule. He ordered himself some tea along with a small breakfast, so he’d hopefully have the energy to get through a full day of work.

When they met up for dance practice, Yeosang greeted him quietly. They were stretching next to each other, so the older hummed: “You got enough sleep last night, Woo? Those circles under your eyes look rather dark.” – “I’m kinda tired but it’s alright”, Wooyoung whispered, afraid his friend would notice his voice sounding a little rough if he tried to speak up. Plus, he didn’t want any of the members catching on to him not being on top of his game. It wasn’t hard to catch on though. San too did so pretty fast. Of course, he’d notice Wooyoung being quiet, even more so when the younger wasn’t fooling around with him during the breaks at all. Since Wooyoung obviously wasn’t in the mood for their usual bickering, San took a seat next to him during one of the breaks. Without a word, Wooyoung downed a few sips of water before dropping his head onto his hyung’s shoulder. “You okay?”, San asked softly as he linked their fingers. Not thinking himself able to lie to the older, Wooyoung admitted: “My head hurts a bit.”

He startled when cold fingers grazed his cheek. “I mean, we’re all warm from dancing but I don’t know. You do feel like you might be running a fever”, San whispered, making sure Wooyoung was the only one able to hear him. The younger gave the tiniest of nods. It was pretty likely that he had a fever with the way his body ached and how weak his muscles felt. He had gotten lightheaded a bunch of times too, so he was pretty sure San’s guess was on. Gently squeezing his friend’s hand, San hummed: “You shouldn’t be practicing then. Do you want me to tell hyungs, so you can go home and rest?” Wooyoung tiredly shook his head, closing his eyes to give them a break from the bright ceiling light. “I’d get scolded for refusing to take precautions”, he breathed, rubbing his temples. When San looked at him confused, he added: “I didn’t listen to Seonghwa-hyung and don’t wanna hear his ‘I told you so’.”

Yeosang was no fool either. He knew Wooyoung was feeling worse than he would let on and the glossy look in his eyes clearly indicated a fever. Not wanting to call him out in front of the group, all Yeosang could do was make sure the younger drank enough water. By the time their practice session was over, Wooyoung was certain he had sweat out all the water he had drunk. His shirt clung to his body and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He couldn’t help but shiver as the aircon blew cold air down on him. Sweaty as he was, there was no way he could attend the rest of their schedule without taking a shower first, so while the rest of the group went to eat lunch, he rushed back to the dorm to take a quick shower.

Cringing as he peeled off his sweaty shirt, Wooyoung glanced at the mirror and was shocked at how awful he looked. Yeosang had put it lightly when talking about the bags under his eyes. Wooyoung quickly took his temperature and sighed at the reading before stepping into the shower. He set the water temperature lower than he would’ve liked, hoping to bring his fever down a bit. Maybe if he wasn’t burning up, his head wouldn’t hurt as badly. His plan backfired badly and Wooyoung found himself trembling with chills as he stepped out of the shower. No matter how tightly he wrapped the towel around himself, it just wouldn’t warm him in the slightest. Desperate to get warm again, he hurried to dry off and get dressed. His head pounded as he coughed into his towel trying to get rid of the itch in his throat. There’d barely be any time for him to eat before he’d have to attend the next part of his schedule but he really should get something into his stomach, just for the sake of taking medicine.

Exiting the bathroom, Wooyoung put his hood up to cover his damp hair when he almost had a heart attack. There at the dining table stood Seonghwa unpacking a takeout bag. “Holy shit! Hyung, you scared me”, Wooyoung gasped, touching his chest. He himself was shocked at how scratchy his voice had come out, avoiding eye contact as he feared the other’s reaction. Snorting at the comment, Seonghwa asked: “Well, I did bring you lunch, though I’m kinda curious…. What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” Utterly speechless, Wooyoung could only stare at the older. “I’m not dumb, you know”, Seonghwa sighed, stepping forward to feel his dongsaeng’s forehead, “Hongjoong cleared your schedule for the rest of today and tomorrow. We’ll see how you feel by then but for now, the best you can do is get some rest.” Wooyoung still avoided eye contact, feeling ashamed of himself. The fever might have played a role too but he couldn’t help the tears spilling down his flushed cheeks.

Wooyoung expected his hyung to be mad at him, so he tensed when he was pulled into a hug. “I picked up some soup, so please eat something and take medicine, yeah?”, Seonghwa whispered, rubbing the dancer’s back, “I hate seeing any of you in pain and I know I can be overbearing at times but please take care of yourself.” Afraid his voice would crack if he spoke, Wooyoung only nodded against the other’s shoulder. Sadly, Seonghwa couldn’t stay much longer as his lunchbreak was almost over. The younger couldn’t help but let a few more tears fall as he was alone again. He hated to be alone when he wasn’t feeling well but to be fair, it was partly his own fault that he wasn’t feeling well. This time, Wooyoung would listen to his hyung though. Sniffling back his tears, he slowly ate his soup before downing some medicine. He wasn’t sure, he’d be able to sleep though. Shuffling to their room, Wooyoung opened Yeosang’s closet and pulled out one of his friend’s sweaters. If the older couldn’t cuddle him right now, he’d have to cuddle something that smelled like him.

Seonghwa was deep in thought as he went about his schedule, so he startled when a hand appeared on his shoulder. “What’s on your mind, hyung?”, Yeosang asked quietly as he took a seat next to the oldest. Furrowing his brows, Seonghwa muttered: “How did Woo manage to get sick while nobody else is?” – “Haven’t you guessed?”, the younger chuckled, “Did you ever see him drink his ginger shots?” It finally dawned on Seonghwa and the oldest rested his head in his hands, realizing he should’ve watched instead of trusting the dancer to drink it. “You know how some children have a strong hatred for brushing their teeth, especially with adult toothpaste?”, Yeosang hummed, “It’s not necessarily the act of doing so, that’s the problem but rather the intense taste of the toothpaste. Give them some strawberry-flavored kids toothpaste and suddenly it isn’t so bad….” – “You mean he always argued about it because of the taste and not because he truly believed his immune system to be that great”, Seonghwa asked, finally putting the pieces together. The younger nodded. He knew his friend quite well after all those years, so he could tell: “He tolerates ginger tea with lemon but only if you put lots of honey in it. Without the sweetness, he can’t stand the taste.”

That was exactly what Yeosang prepared as soon as they got back to the dorm. Steaming cup in hand, he went to the room he shared with Wooyoung and Jongho. “Woo?”, Yeosang hummed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. He smiled when he realized what the younger was cuddling with. Placing the cup onto the nightstand, Yeosang felt his friend’s forehead, displeased to find it still hot to the touch. Wooyoung groaned as he stretched his sore body, rasping: “You’re back.” – “Mhm, you’re not doing much better, hm?”, the older cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of the other’s face. Still sleepy, Wooyoung shook his head, giving a hoarse whine when Yeosang teasingly tugged on the sweater he was holding. “How about I give you some real cuddles once I’ve taken a shower?”, he offered, getting to his feet, so he could pick out some fresh clothes. Sniffling into his sleeve, Wooyoung pouted: “Please, I’ve been lonely all afternoon.” – “Aigoo, I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”, Yeosang cooed, giving the younger a short wave before disappearing to the bathroom.

As Wooyoung waited for his friend to return, the bedroom door opened and Seonghwa quietly slipped into the room. “Hey, how are you feeling, Woo?”, the oldest asked, feeling Wooyoung’s forehead. The dancer only gave an uncertain shrug but relaxed into the cool touch. Carefully combing the younger’s hair back with his fingers, Seonghwa draped a cool washcloth over the boy’s forehead and hummed: “Might help bring your fever down a bit or at least soothe the headache.” – “Thanks, hyung. ‘m sorry for being difficult”, Wooyoung breathed, avoiding the other’s eyes. “You’re not being difficult”, Seonghwa disagreed in a soft tone, “Why didn’t you tell me you struggle with the ginger taste so much?” – “’s embarrassing”, the younger slurred, avoiding eye contact. Pulling something from his pocket, Seonghwa smiled: “A little childish maybe but so are you. I picked up some vitamin gummies on the way home. They’re supposed to taste like candy, so they might be easier for you to take.” Wooyoung thanked him quietly, relaxing as his hyung played with his hair till Yeosang arrived to give the cuddles he had promised.

[cheemken]

Oh that mental image of him breaking down and his Dragonite gently holding him until he's ready to hug back--crying in the club fr I wanna write this scene so much

Another personal hc that I have is definitely one that has a lot of self-projecting onto it. Mostly from the throw away line of 'my knees are creaking' and how the other E4s run to the end of the arena while he takes his sweet time. Couple that with lines on how he fell asleep and is always just resting at the club, a part of me likes to think that he's got some health issues. Maybe joint pain or something that causes chronic exhaustion.

Drayton isn't all too bad with his classes schoolwork wise but he fails primarily on his lack of attendance. Maybe it's partially from days where getting out of bed is hard, or when he can't pretend that everything's all fine and dandy. Sitting down often because standing or walking too long causes his knees to act up. Napping when he can cause he's just low-key tired all the time.

Perhaps he wouldn't have gotten the reputation of being lazy and a slacker if he just spoke up about it but no. He gives me the vibes of someone who dislikes pity, having a level of pride where he prefers to handle stuff on his own. He's got a system with his Pokemon where they help him on bad days. Shame that's how people saw him but it's not like he's making an effort to dispel it anyway. He'd hate it if those displeased looks turned to pity instead

But I'm also a sucker for days where he just can't summon up the energy to pretend around people, and while most just chalk it up to him being lazy again, maybe his friends can tell and help make things a little easier.

(Again, that's just my personal hc with a healthy dose of self projection. I just love putting him through situations haha)

Omf cndmcndm yeah yeah I get that I understand that that hit me right at home lmfaooo

No but, imagine if the reason behind that too is bc how grueling the training of Drayden was. Cause I also have this small hc that Iris really tried to keep up w Drayden's 10k push ups, sit ups, and squats during their training too (so she's a bit built thanks to that lmfao), but Drayton couldn't keep up w that, he tries but he couldn't, his body wasn't frail to say the least, but he wasn't built like Drayden or Iris, his body was a bit weaker compared to theirs, so when he tries, even when he did warm ups beforehand, it'd still leave his body quite sore

That plus the lil hc I have that he always waits for Iris to come back home most nights, so he stays up late most of the time too, making him tired the next day

But yeah, with his pride, he always refuse to get help, to the point he conditioned himself that there really is nothing wrong w him, but there is y'know, and sometimes he can't handle it anymore. There was once his body just needed rest that he didn't go to school at all, it resulted in his fam telling him if he's that lazy then he should just stop going to school and just help around the house, after all, he isn't trusted enough for the gym, wasn't motivated enough to do any kind of work, not even w school, so what's he gonna do

Anyways yeah, this I canon in my heart anon, just let the boy sleep in he deserves it

[billthedrake]

MY SON'S PORN LIFE (PART FOUR)

I had actually - somehow - lost my erection. Travis stood in his room, a towel wrapped around his waist, setting up some cameras and fixing a couple of lights to add to the natural light streaming in from his window. I could see why he was in demand both as a porn star and a personal trainer. Maybe I was biased, but no one compared to him. That combination of muscle, masculinity, and cute, youthful looks. Travis had taken some naturally thick muscle, inheriting my meaty build, and had fine tuned it. He weighed a solid 220 pounds, all of it rounded and well proportioned. It was made better by the effortless way he walked around, towel hanging low, the skin still damp from showering to get ready for me. For the camera. He'd freshly waxed for the occasion, so my son was as smooth as he was for those early SeanCody shoots, including the one I watched when I first discovered Trav did porn.

I slowly removed my clothes and felt the nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

MusclePup Mike had offered to help us with the shoot. Travis and I couldn't resist repeating out threesome chemistry a couple more times, and when I let it be known Trav and I were thinking of actually doing it, actually fucking on camera, Mike got wild-eyed excited. "Fuck yeah, you guys should do it," he urged. Mike wanted to be there when we did this, but Travis and I wanted to preserve the one-on-one intimacy, even on camera. It was the right call.

Travis finally took off his towel and hung it on a chair. That ass was meaty and round but it was the front view that took my breath away. Ripped abs, blocky pecs, strong arms, that boy-next-door face looking every bit of 26-years young. And rising from his trimmed blond crotch was that healthy-sized rockhard erection. "You doing OK, Dad?" he asked.

I nodded, trying to be OK with this. We'd talked about it so much, but it felt real all of a sudden. Up till this day, I thought this was something my dick was driving me to do, while my brain resisted. At that moment, it felt the other way around. I deflected that fear with a joke. "Jesus, you take viagra or something, Travis?"

He flashed a smile, looking down at his porn-worthy erection. "Nah, I mean sometimes I'll take a small dose if I'm topping, just to keep it revved up. But now, I'm just so turned on for this, you know?"

I gulped and Travis knew what my reaction was about. He looked at my dad dick, hanging soft and meaty from my hairier crotch. I couldn't remember the last time I had trouble getting it up.

"It happens to a lot of guys their first time on camera," Trav said reassuring me. He stepped up and gently felt me up.

"Yeah?" I asked. Not getting hard in his hand but enjoying his touch, a lot.

"Absolutely," he replied before leaning in for a kiss.

I leaned into it. Travis was my height and I loved kissing him standing up. Feeling the similarity between our bodies, but also the contrast in age and hardness. His hands now traveled up my torso to feel up my chest and arms. My workouts had paid dividends, and even if I wasn't in Travis's league, I had the "daddy" body that could hold its own with some of the other OnlyFans models.

Travis pulled back and reached down again to cup my genitals. My dick wasn't hard yet, but it was plumper than before. I loved the way Travis explored my prick and nut sac and even massaged his fingers through my crotch hair.

"I love touching your dick, Dad," he said in his bro-ish masculine voice. "Just knowing it made me... fuck!"

It turns I wouldn't need viagra. As soon as he said that my dick shot out and filled up to its oversized fullness. Travis laughed at my reaction, and I laughed too.

"You're into this too, huh?" Trav asked, almost as much as a statement as a question.

I nodded, grinning lewdly. "Fuck yes I'm into it. Fucking around with my own son." Travis had gotten me into verbalizing our incest, relaxing into that part of our connection. More than I expected talking about it turned me on like crazy.

"I love every minute of it, Dad," Travis said as he felt up my dad spike with a gentle stroke. Then he licked his lips and crouched down in front of me.

"Aren't we gonna save that for the camera?" I asked.

Trav winked at me. "I gotta be the fluffer, too, Dad," he said before taking me into his mouth.

"Holy shit," I exclaimed. My son's oral skills were gonna get all the way to full hardness. I could have easily done an oral scene for this video but Travis and I both craved that deep physicality of a dad-son fuck.

"Easy, buddy," I urged as I gripped Travis's meaty shoulders and pulled him off me.

My son's smile melted my heart and turned me on at the same time. He was good at this, real good, but more over he was proud of how accomplished he was sexually, how effortlessly he turned me on.

"Let's do this," I practically growled.

My son gave one last kiss of my cock and bounded up. He stepped into the range of the cameras and lay back on his bed, dick rock hard and lying on his ripped abs. I realized the thrill of seeing his bedroom transformed into a familiar setting. I watched Travis's OnlyFans videos pretty much daily, and now there was this weird interplay between the crazy-hot real-life incest we had going on and the porn fantasy version of Travis I enjoyed watching voyeuristically. One fed into another.

I was now ready for this, physically and psychologically. I slipped on a mask that disguised my identity. There was still a risk that people would figure it out. Someone, anyone. But we figured no one would actually expect a real father to fuck his real son on camera. The brazenness of our act would be our best disguise.

The risk turned me on, too. I strutted into the camera's view. Travis reminded me this wasn't live. We could edit anything out, or even not post this if we both weren't comfortable with it. That knowledge made this easier, but deep down I knew this was for real. I was making my first appearance in a gay porn video.

The jitters were still there, but they somehow got channeled into an exhibitionist energy. I understood what excited Travis about being a performer, that adrenaline rush and sexual thrill of being seen. Especially as I got on the bed and saw Travis's smile. Turned on but also happy I was into this too.

I don't know if anything compares with the first time you have sex with your son, but this was like reliving that moment, all over again. Travis's hands on my flank, feeling me and pulling me in for a kiss. It was soft and sensual. Almost romantic, if it weren't for the perversion of our act. The brazen incestuousness was like a current of electricity between us. Travis's OnlyFans subscribers were gonna get sexual chemistry in spades.

We made out, father and son, humping against one another on the mattress, hands clutching at each other's muscular bodies. We moaned excitedly into our kiss, but that was the extent of our vocalization. Trav and I had decided this shoot would be silent, to keep us from giving anything away.

My son's body shook a little before me. I pulled off the kiss and examined his face, maybe a little nervous but mostly turned on. That's what made me feel comfortable, actually, knowing my very hot and very confident son felt a little of what I felt. And that trusting way he looked at me, made me wish I didn't have to wear the mask.

I patted his chest then playfully bumped the hard pectoral muscle with both fists before I started kissing his washboard stomach, easing my way down.

Before Travis, I wasn't experienced sucking dick. I still wasn't skilled at it, though my son had coached me in the act some. Part of the issue is that Travis is pretty fucking hung - thick as he is long.

I felt that girth now as I bobbed up and down those first few inches. That's about all I could reasonably handle, and once that dick head nudged the back of my throat, I had to be careful.

But something was different now. The exhibitionist in me loved that I was showing off this act. Sucking my own son's dick. Appreciating the tool I'd passed down to him, even if Travis was hung a little more than me, even. I took a deep breath and went for it. That porn dick pressed deeper into my gullet. Rather than kick off a gag reflex, Travis's tool coaxed me to open up. It was magnificent, that feeling of taking him in like that. Slowly, I worked my mouth and throat over him in regular strokes.

"Fuck!" Travis exclaimed, breaking the plan of silence. He spread his legs and softly ran his fingers along my neck, coaxing me but letting me do what I was willing to do. So I sucked my son and my fingers played with his shaved smooth balls. Which were drawing up now in a telltale sign.

I didn't want my son to cum yet, so I pulled off. We hadn't scripted the sex we'd do, deciding we'd go with the flow of what felt right. And what felt right was eating Travis's ass. I nudged up his legs, and it took him a second to realize what was after. I don't think he expected me to rim him on camera. But he now pulled those meaty thighs up and back, showing off the dusting of blond hair in that crack, framing his perfect, pink pucker.

I dove in. My son let out a gasp and a grunt as I licked his most private place. I could feel his body relax but also get more turned on. I held onto those perfect ass cheeks and drilled my tongue into his hole more eagerly. He was squeaky clean, well prepped for me, and that just drove me to munch harder. It would have been easier without the mask, which was getting wet from my saliva now, but I pulled it up over the tip of my nose so I could eat him more easily.

It wasn't until I watched the video later that I realized I'd rimmed my son for a solid five minutes. We considered editing that down, but ultimately left the whole thing in.

When I finally relented, Travis's hole was fluttering in excitement. I was now well practiced in the next steps. Too practiced. Lubing up Travis's ass, fingering him before slicking up my own cock. My son wasn't virgin snug by a long shot, but he'd been bottoming less lately. Even his kinda boyfriend Steve - CornFed Daddy of the videos - preferred to bottom for Travis off camera, Trav told me.

But this was like riding a bike. My son's guts clenched and unclenched around my fingers. And once I pressed into him, the thrill of doing this in a video got the best of us. I penetrated my son, for the world to see. I actually had to think of whatever unsexy thoughts came to mind to keep from cumming too soon. Travis actually smirked as he realized what was going on.

Every part of his insides were alive and snug against my cock, and felt even more so as I started thrusting. I couldn't resist kissing Trav as I started fucking him. It was a hot, sexy kiss, different from our first ones. My son held my hips and urged me to a faster, harder pace.

So I pushed my upper body up over him and started really thrusting. Not hard or brutal or crazy fast. But a real, steady drilling. Trav was rock hard through it all, looking up at me, and running his hands along my chest.

I could have pounded us both to a nut right then and there, but I became conscious that I was performing for the camera. There was the sexual intimacy between me and Trav and there was the fact we were two men having sex for the camera and thousands of unseen viewers. The dynamic between those two was intense. I slowly withdrew and flipped my son on his stomach. I don't know if you've ever fucked a porn star, but they're really good at knowing what to do, how to get in position. Travis stretched his body on the bed and placed a pillow under his hips to raise that meaty ass to just the right position. I mounted him, my full body on top of his.

This was getting raw and animalistic. Me boning Travis and doing my best to imitate CornFed Daddy and all the other dudes who's nailed my son on video. Scratch that, I wanted to out do those fuckers. I put more power into my hips, pouring my athleticism into fucking Trav. He took it, too. Maybe not power bottom slutty like Mike, but eager receptive. Needing his daddy.

Fuck! My hips were a blur and I let out a deep grunt as I fired off into Travis's raw guts. One, two, three, eight blasts of dad sperm into him. Soaking him from the inside.

"Yes!" my son hissed.

I slowed my humping to a halt, kissing Travis's sweaty, salt neck, then withdrew, my prick still hard and slimy with cum. Instinctively I pulled my son up to a kneeling position and entered him again. I probably couldn't get off twice in a row, but I didn't want to stop fucking.

Travis went fucking wild as I held him close and rutted his used, cum-filled hole. He leaned back into me, face turning red and stroked out a massive cum. I gently patted his belly as he came, giving him that nonverbal encouragement.

I kissed his neck again and when my dong slipped out, finally retreating from its fuck hard, Trav craned his neck back to kiss me deeply. Tongue and all. I gently pushed my son down to the bed again, letting out a growl that I disguised with as deep a voice I could affect. "Hold it there," I ordered and got off the bed to get a camera.

Trav knew immediately what I was doing and he pressed his face into the mattress and reached back to spread his meaty buns. There it was, my son's fucked open hole, a reminder that I had some real girth to work with myself. I brought the camera closer, tighter in on a wet pucker. Then like magic, the cum oozed out. Then more. It was more than a creampie, it was a cascading river of semen. My semen. I'd been crazy worked up fucking my son just then and I was seeing the visual evidence of my load, and documenting it, too.

I finally set the camera down and playfully swatted Travis's rump. He giggled almost and flipped half over and leaned up to kiss me. After a minute of that, my son got up and turned off the cameras. I knew we could edit anything out, but I knew Trav wanted me to feel comfortable. Meanwhile, I pulled off my mask and tossed it aside.

His body felt almost clammy cool as we reconnected. "God, Dad, that was incredible," he said. His hands massaged my ass. Travis had been making overtures toward it, rimming me a couple of times, but never outright asking to fuck me. I still didn't know if I'd ever let him.

"It was, Trav," I hissed. "Jesus... at first I didn't think I was going to be able to get into it, then I didn't think I was gonna be able to stop."

My son smirked. "You're a natural," he said.

I flopped back on the bed, enjoying my nakedness and the half-hard state of my dong resting on my thigh. "My heart's still beating... adrenaline rush," I said. I turned to Travis. "Is it always like this?"

He shook his head. "The first couple of times. It goes away," he said. Pausing as he realized that he was implying it might be more than a one-time thing for me. "I'm pretty amped up myself right now. That was wild."

"It was," I agreed.

Travis and I talked some more, processing what we'd just done. Talking about whether we'd actually post it. Then after an hour, my hardon returned and we had sex again. Slowly, gently, more lovingly. No cameras, just me and Trav.

***

I was just getting home when the phone rang. It was my son. "Hey Big Guy," I greeted. Travis had gotten into me using nick names with him.

"Hey Dad. Who's it going?"

"Good," I said. "Just getting home from the office."

"You able to talk?" he asked.

Kate wasn't home yet and the coast seemed clear, "Yeah, I'm good."

"Well," Trav started, "I was about to post our video and wanted to double check that you're still cool with it."

It was do or die time. But I wanted this, even more than Travis. "Post it, son. It's a fucking masterpiece."

I heard a chuckle from the other end. "Yeah, it turned out better than I expected even." Travis had done the editing himself, combining the multiple camera angles to build the sexual action. I'd watched the secure video a half dozen times. So far, I'd been unable to get past the rim scene before cumming.

"Just tell me how it does."

"Absolutely, Dad. I'm gonna go put it online now."

"All right, love ya, kiddo."

"Love ya, too, Dad."

I went to get out of my work clothes and double checked the time. I had a good half hour before my wife got home. I pulled up JakeTheJock's OnlyFan page - Travis'a page. There it was, already, for the world to see. "MaskedDaddy's first porn shoot," the title read. I clicked play.

It opened with Travis on the bed, and me stepping into frame. A back shot of my ass, then a side view which showed my erection. I knew what was going to happen of course, and I practically had this memorized. It didn't make it any less hot as I lubed up and started stroking.

This time, I got all the way to the penetration shot before I spewed.

"Fuck!" I grunted feeling the aftershocks of orgasm wash over me.

***

"Dad you're a fucking hit," came the DM message from my son. "I've gotten so much fan mail from our shoot. They want a repeat."

I felt my heart pound. There was something strange about porn. It was exhibitionist, but that thrill of being watched often came well after the sex act itself, as men watched you have sex. And then more men. I smiled as I typed back a reply.

"We gonna give them one?"

"I dunno," Trav wrote. "Are we?"

"We'll talk ;)"

I set down my phone and went back to my work. Then the phone notification came again. "Dad... you're officially a porn star now."

Holy fuck, I was.

[mythica0]

Operation: cheer up dad

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Donnie

🍫: Shelldon

Summary: Donnie is getting frustrated with a project. Shelldon notices and comes up with a plan to cheer up his dad.

A/N: this fic switches seamlessly(hopefully) between Donnie’s and Shelldon’s POV, no dashes or anything, for warning.

TW: swearing

Operation: cheer up dad

“God dammit” Came Donnie’s whispered voice from the working table in his lab. He had been working on this same fucking circuitry all day.

He was getting frustrated and angry.

Sensing this(and hearing his dad’s mutters) Shelldon was getting upset.

His dad was angry. His dad needed a break. His dad needed cheering up.

So, He formulated a plan.

‘Phase one, get him to take a break and calm down a bit’ The Mechanical turtle thought.

He flew up to Donnie and spoke softly “Hey, dad, why don’t you take a break?”

“No. I’m so close to figuring this out.(he wasn’t) , I need to focus. Go play with the others.”

Luckily, Shelldon had anticipated this response, and knew just what to say.

“Can you read to me?” Instantly, The Purple-clad Softshell’s stern expression softened.

“Fine bud, let’s go lay down.”

‘Strange. Shelldon only asks me to read to him if he’s tired. He dosent seem sleepy… what a conundrum.’ Donnie’s thoughts rang in his head as he grabbed a book and laid on his back, expecting Shelldon to curl up next to him.

He was slightly surprised when the robot laid on top of Donnie’s plastron instead. Donnie grew a small fond smile for a moment, before starting to read aloud.

Shelldon looked back and saw Donnie’s smile, ‘Awesome. Phase one completed.’ He thought, before continuing the train,

‘Now onto phase two. Slowly wane away at his frustration with a healthy dose of ticklish laughter,’

He looked at his dad reading and added in his head, ‘maybe I should wait a minute first.’

💜💜💜💜(time skip)

After some time had passed, Shelldon had started to churr.

Donnie started at the sudden vibrations all across his plastron. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell Shelldon to move, he seemed so comfortable and happy, hence the churring.(or so he thought)

So, he read through muffled giggles, having to pause every couple of seconds to muffle his voice with his free hand.

Shelldon, in a successful attempt to seem innocent, just asked “what’s wrong, dad?”

Donnie, oh the fool he was, just brushed it off, “ihits nohothing shehelldon, don’t wohorry about it” he cursed himself for letting some giggles slip, slightly fiddling with his fingers in a form of repression stimming.

‘Nice. It’s working. Now let’s see if I can turn those into happy stims.’

Wanting to seem nonchalant, Shelldon waited until Donnie had started reading again before increasing the intensity of his churrs.

A small , unintelligible noise escaped Donnie, before he slammed it down.

‘Did it just get worse? What is going on here?’

He was really struggling to stifle his snickers at this point. He was certain Shelldon was picking up on his shaking chest and shoulders, he was vibrating with the force of his pent-up laughter, but he didn’t want to ruin this for Shelldon.

The aforementioned robot , on the other hand, saw Donnie was nearing his breaking point. He just had to up the ante a liiitlle bit to get his dad giggling.

And that’s what he did. He increased the speed and intensity of his Churrs.

And oh, ‘he was doing this on purpose’ Donnie thought, before the laughter pent up in his chest burst forth in the form of high-pitched manic giggles.

“Oh? this scene isn’t funny. Why are you laughing dad? Something tickling your funny bone?” Spoke the robot with fake curiosity

‘That little shit’

Donnie called out “Shehehlldohhon! Whyhihiy!”

“Oh don’t be like that. We both know that if you were truly uncomfortable by this you would’ve asked me to stop a long time ago.

‘He’s right’ Donnie’s traitorous thoughts sang, refusing to deny it while distracted via the amazing horrible sensation across his plastron.

Those tingly vibrations felt like they were everywhere. Leaving a giddy smile across his face and euphoric feelings spreading all throughout his body.

Donnie was a laughing mess at this point, tears of joy collecting in his eyes as he kicked happily and flapped his hands, dropping the book by his side in the process.

“Boom! Happy stimming accomplished!”

Knowing that his dad was truly having fun, Shelldon went on for just a little longer before stopping, and got Donnie some water .

“Thank you. I needed that.” Donnie spoke as he took the water gratefully and started to sip it.

Shelldon knew he hadn’t meant the water, he meant the distraction from his frustration , the break from his work. (The giggle high he was still riding) .

Shelldon cuddled up to his dad with one last thought,

‘Operation: cheer up dad, complete.’

———————THE END————————————

[capybaraonabicycle]

For the first kiss prompts - 12?

Thank you so much, hon! This was really fun!

Not a first kiss because I really felt like writing some wholesome, established relationship kiss. So they're already married here.

Ah, yes, btw, this is Osgate. I started with them because I gathered you would enjoy it more. But I will probably come back to Jace/Natalie tomorrow or smth. Let me know if you want me to tag you if I post it!

Until then, enjoy number 12:

12. A kiss to distract the other

[ID: gif of Osgood using her inhaler. end ID]

For the past three weeks, Kate had advised Osgood to use her inhaler on the daily. Most days more than once. The reason was obvious: It had started when it had been announced that Dr. Martha Jones would soon be joining them on a mission. They would be dealing with a bunch of escaped Carrionites wreaking havoc in New Orleans.

Dr Jones had met the Carrionites before; in Shakespeare's England, right after getting to know the bard himself. Furthermore, she was an incredibly skilled former UNIT operative - so Kate had been told by no other than Osgood - three times in a row that first afternoon and a few more times since - and hence was the perfect woman for the job. Since then, every mention of Dr Jones' name had had Osgood on the verge of a panic attack.

At first it had delighted Kate, like it usually did whenever Osgood was passionate about something or someone. But during their flight to the US the attacks had grown closer and closer together and slowly but surely she was getting worried. It couldn't be healthy to have Osgood's pulse be this high all the time, plus Kate was rather sure there was a maximum dose of the inhaler that was safe per day - and by her own judgement, Osgood was scraping close to that limit.

While the others ran ahead to get their luggage from the conveyor belt, she placed a firm hand on Osgood's arm, holding her back.

"Will you be okay?" she asked earnestly. "It's not too late to sit this one out."

"Yeah, no, sure, it's fine." The hand grasping the inhaler was trembling. "I promise I won't make any problems. Please don't bench me, Ma'am."

"I'm not talking to you as your boss" Kate lowered her voice. "I am not worried about the job, I am worried about you."

Osgood did a double take, looking down at her arm and finally registering the physical contact. A small smile grew on her face and she covered Kate's hand with her own.

"Thanks, Love" she said just as softly. "But really, I am fine. Or well, I should be."

She was sounding annoyed at herself and Kate pressed her arm reassuringly.

"I never had issues around Clara" Osgood complained. "And I even managed working with the Doctor for a full day. Why am I losing it now?"

"Because the Doctor is brilliant but has nothing on the Dr. Martha Jones?" Kate repeated her own words back at her. "Because she was the first UNIT operative to inspire you to follow in her footsteps? And maybe because contrarily to the Doctor, who you've only met when male-presenting, she is a very beautiful woman?"

"Hush your mouth" Osgood pulled a face. "You know it's not about the last point."

Kate shrugged and smirked. "It would be for me."

"Fine around Clara, remember?" Osgood sighed and shook her trembling fingers in frustration. "Oh god, I will so not manage to stay cool."

"Yes, you will" Kate pushed a strand, that had become lose during the flight, behind Osgood's ear. "You're always 'cool'. - wow, it still feels absolutely wrong to use that word - but you are. And you won't lose it now, okay?"

Osgood nodded weakly.

"Good" Kate said. "Because this is an order. By your superior officer. Keep your calm, use your inhaler if necessary, quit when it gets too much and enjoy this! You'll get to meet another one of your heroes!"

"Yeah" Osgood agreed softly. Her breath was still coming a bit short but her eyes looked steadily into Kate's.

"Feeling better?"

Osgood managed to take one long, deeper breath. "A bit."

"Fancy a distraction?" Kate offered, unable to keep the cheek out of her voice and her gaze from dropping down to Osgood's lips for any longer.

Who could blame her? They'd been standing close for well over a minute now and emotions were running high. She was only human and very much fancying her wife.

Osgood's eyes grew wide and Kate thought now she would be having a panic attack for entirely different reasons. "We're on the job!"

Kate shrugged and offered: "Desperate times?"

Now Osgood laughed weakly.

"You're merely using my situation for an excuse to snog!" she understood correctly.

Kate grinned and let her finger trail from Osgood's ear down her cheek, tipping up her chin.

"I'll call it medical treatment" she whispered. "I am sure Dr Jones will understand."

"You are so corny" Osgood said but it sounded rather breathy and she was already leaning towards Kate.

And when their lips finally met, oh so gently, Kate remarked that for the first time in three weeks, the mention of Dr Jones' name seemed to have no noticeable influence on Osgood's nerves whatsoever.

Never let it be said that her distractions weren't effective.

Hope you like it! Some consensual distraction here because Jace/Natalie will be angsty enough :)

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Janus: Patton... tell me again, what you've done?

Patton: I.. um... I gave Remus a carrot..?

Janus: Why did you give Remus a carrot?

Patton: Because Logan mentioned Remus needs to eat something healthy..?

Janus: Yes, yes, but why a carrot of all things possible?

Patton: ... I don't know, it was the first thing I could think of... Is it really that bad?

Janus *rubbing the bridge of his nose*: Patton, dear, honey. Carrots are to Remus what catnip are to cats!

Patton: Oh... that's bad...

Janus: In small doses it's fine, but you gave him 3 whole carrots... He haven't moved in 2 hours and his pupils are so big his eyes look black. *gestures to Remus*

Remus: *lost in the sauce, lost to the void, sprawled starfish on the floor staring up at the roof, 0 thoughts behind his eyes*

Patton: Should I give him some uh... *looks around* Dish soap as an apology?

Janus: No no! He's allergic, to be completely honest with you... I don't think he will hate you for this, but he will beg for more carrots in the future.

Patton: Ah... shit.

[occasional-drabbles]

Lady Elaine (Demon Lord Carrion x OC)

Elaine kept finding herself startled by how quickly everyone's perception of her in Eurazania has been changing. Not that the people had ever been terrible, of course! At worst, a healthy dose of skepticism, considering she was a complete unknown who looked like she belonged but didn't act like it. An alien attempting to blend in. 

She still remembers having to try and convince her boss at the inn to even take her in. She didn't have a reputation yet, no one could vouch for her. Fortunately though, she had experience from her past life, and it was enough to exceed expectations from day one. Juggling all of the customers who needed help, getting food to the right rooms and table, and even managing to keep a customer from being upset when an order wasn’t cooked right. Even now she's rather proud of how well she handled it. 

It hasn't even been a year since she first reincarnated into this world, and things have changed so drastically. She apparently managed to draw the attention of the ruler of this country, Demon Lord Carrion. He's checked in with her a few times, even encouraging her to learn how to fight. He asks about where she came from, and her interests, so it doesn't feel like he's just learning how she could be useful. 

Clearly, the rest of the country has taken note. It didn't take long after her first time interacting with the Demon Lord for people to start treating her better. To accept her more openly, and the strange looks when she asks questions to go away. It helped that she didn't have to ask as many ‘stupid’ questions, since she worked on taking notes on everything she's learned about the culture and the world. 

However, recently there was a very strange development that led to her tracking down the Demon Lord himself. Not that it was particularly difficult, just go near his palace then follow the sounds of fighting. 

Looking out over the courtyard-turned-training grounds from a covered walkway, she couldn't help but snicker at the sight of poor Phobio being pummeled by his king. Phobio was hardly a bad fighter, far from it. Elaine has yet to even come close to beating him, even if she's starting to understand how he fights. Carrion is just in a league all his own. 

Phobio came flying towards her, grunting as he skidded along the ground, coming to a stop just a few feet away from her. 

Elaine grinned as she walked over, putting her hands on her hips playfully as she bent over slightly to look down at him. “You two having fun~?”

Phobio groaned as he sat up, accepting her offered hand to stand, rubbing his shoulder. “If it looks so fun, you can try fighting him.” He grumbled, though there wasn't really any heat to his words. 

Snickering a little, she gently reached out to inspect the damages. “No thanks, I'd rather not get my ass kicked today, thank you very much.” She hummed, eyebrows furrowing a little at some of the scrapes. “You should get these taken care of soon, and get some ice on your shoulder.” 

“I'm fine, I'm fine.” Phobio insisted dismissively, standing straighter when Carrion called out to them. 

“Giving up already, Phobio~?” He taunted with a grin, his fists on his hips triumphantly. 

Elaine rolled her eyes, gently patting Phobio’s arm to encourage him to leave as she approached Carrion herself. “I'd say call it a draw, but there's hardly a scratch on you. Either way, I'm intervening. I want to steal you for a bit.” She called, her tone playful, mixing with laughter as Phobio groaned behind her at the lighthearted jabs, taking the chance to leave though. 

Carrion quirked a brow, amused by the interruption. “How bold you've gotten, Elaine, to interrupt our fight.” He commented, though seemingly rather proud of the fact. 

“Bold, foolish, either or.” She dismissed with a small hand wave and a smile. “I think you've tortured poor Phobio enough for the day, I think I saw the formings of a black eye already.” 

“That just means he needs to work even harder, then! His dodging game needs work, he's too sure he can brute force any opponent.” Carrion countered, shifting to a more relaxed pose and crossing his arms. 

Elaine huffed, getting on tip toe and poking his chest. “I wonder where he could have possibly learned that from.” She teased before shaking her head. “But I'm not here to critique your training methods… this time. I actually had some questions for you.” 

“Oh?” Carrion asked, not surprised by the mention of questions, but it has been a bit since she's had something to ask him. Perhaps she wants to know more about some history? Further clarification on what she called the ‘magic system' of the world? 

Elaine hummed and motioned for him to follow her before beginning to meander out of the courtyard. “I've recently noticed a change in how the people of Eurazania have been treating me. It's not bad, of course, everyone so far has been absolutely wonderful.” She reassured quickly, able to feel the moment of tension radiating from the demon lord at the possibility of someone mistreating her. How strange, that he would get so defensive for her. “While I appreciate them trusting me more, and being more willing to explain even the basics of this world, I think I've managed to somehow garner more respect than I've earned?” 

Carrion looked down at her curiously, tilting his head in a way that reminded her so much of a puppy. “How so?” 

Elaine sighed, her ears twitching back as she thought of how to tactfully explain it. 

“People have been calling me ‘Lady Elaine’, which is… strange.” 

“Do you dislike it?”

Puffing out her cheeks, she did a so-so hand motion. “I don't hate it, but like I said, it feels undeserved. I'm hardly of note, I don't think I've really done anything to earn such a title. Especially since it feels like I'm being put at the same level of respect as Suphia and Albis, as a result, and I'm just… me.” 

Carrion paused in his step to look down at her, watching her for a moment. 

Blink. 

Blink blink. 

Then, he burst out laughing, the hearty laughter of genuine amusement. 

“You don't feel you deserve that respect, when you have the courage to march into the palace of a Demon Lord, unannounced, interrupt a fight, and speak to me and the Beastketeers as equals? When you have the ability to bend others to your will with just your words, without the use of a Unique Skill? When you have been here not even a year and made yourself a place in this world through hard work and dedication?” 

When he put it like that, Elaine couldn't find a fault in his logic. That doesn't change the fact that it felt strange, however. 

Looking up at him, not realizing she still had a small pout from his outright laughter, she huffed. “That may be so, but I'm not as powerful as any of you. I'm still barely dodging Phobio’s attacks in training, let alone matching him in strength. I'm not even in a position of power, no special ranking or anything. I just work at an inn. It's barely different from what I used to do in my past life.” 

Carrion’s amusement softened, but his smile never left. “That's not true, though. Yes, you do work at an inn, and you may not have an official title of political importance. However, you are a fascinating person, and you never give up. You adapt and learn and keep fighting, in your own way. Despite not being from Eurazania, you manage to perfectly embody everything we value. Courage, honor, loyalty, drive. And you don't let it go to your head, you're humble too. Something that honestly Phobio and Suphia both need to learn from you.” He mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before shaking his head. A thought for another time. 

“You may not think so, but you have more than earned the title of ‘Lady’. If you can't take it from me as your friend, then take it from me as the Beast King of Eurazania. I didn't encourage them to start calling you Lady, but I have no plans of discouraging it unless it truly upsets you. You have done nothing but your best to serve our people, and they have seen that and acknowledge it. Going above and beyond to learn and adapt and help.” 

Elaine's cheeks felt hot by the time he was done, enough so she had to look away and rub at her cheeks in an attempt to will herself to calm down. “Since when do you go around making so much sense…?” She mumbled sheepishly. 

Carrion laughed again, moving one hand to give her a friendly pat on the back, nearly knocking her over with the force on accident. She managed to keep her ground, though, snorting as she straightened herself back up. “One of these days you're going to do that and I'm going to go flying like Phobio did earlier.” 

“You stand your ground much better than he does.” Carrion reassured with a grin. “Now then, I say we go grab a bite to eat! I'm starving! What do you say, Lady Elaine~?”

Flushing again at the teasing, she rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the side with a small laugh. “Well I certainly won't say no. But don't call me that! It's weird!” 

Carrion's laughter echoed off the walls as they continued down the hallway, conversation turning to more mundane topics than Eurazania’s new honorary noble. 

[somediyprojects]

DIY Coffee Filter Flowers

Project by Aunt Peaches:

turning humble materials into something beautiful is an admirable skill. whenever you think you’ve seen the prettiest thing, something else comes along and blows your mind! these gorgeous blossoms are similar to the ones sold in kits that are made with tissue paper, but even tissue paper can be kind of pricey, and it doesn’t always come in the full range of colors you want. enter these amazing coffee filter flowers by aunt peaches! a recycled art specialist who works with a healthy dose of wacky fun, peaches makes flowers from materials most people toss in the waste bin. if you’re planning any end of summer parties, consider making some of these colorful flowers to scatter on your table. 

Materials:

for 10 grapefruit size paper peony flowers

– 60 standard size coffee filters – 2 tubes of water based paint, similar in tone (yellow/orange or pink/red or blue/purple, etc.. – 3 cups of water in 3 separate containers – 10 plastic drinking straws – Masking tape (make it green tape if you want a covered stem, but any tape will work fine) cost: $6 total for 100 filters, 2 tubes of craft paint, 1 roll of masking tape, and 10 drinking straws (okay, those were free!). Add $6 to buy special green masking tape (totally optional).

time: 1 hour to dye and assemble + 3 hours drying time.

Instructions: 1. Prepare three dye baths; deep, medium, pale. Divide your filters into three separate groups; inside/deepest color/10 filters, middle/medium color/20 filters, outside/palest color/30 filters, and submerge in dye baths. Remove after one minute for pale color, or remove after 1 hour for more intense results.

2. Wring filters to remove excess water and dye. Separate filters and hang to dry. Once they are thoroughly dry, organize your filters by depth of color: deep/inside, medium/middle, pale/outside 3. Fold and snip. Cut one small hole in the middle of each filter and trim jagged edges around the rim. The deepest color filters should have the most ragged edges, while the palest filters should have mildly curvaceous edges. note: Keep filters in stacks at all times!

4. If you want leaves on your flower, trim from previously dyed green filters now (optional). note: The leftover trimming bits on this are GORGEOUS, consider saving them for fun projects in future!

5. Lay out components to make one flower: 1 deepest color filter (inside), 2 medium color filters (middle), 3 pale filters (outside), one drinking straw, masking tape.

6. Do yourself a favor and tear off four 2“ pieces of masking tape before you start to assemble. 7. Take the deepest color filter and twist in the center. Tape the twist to the tip of the drinking straw. Take the drinking straw and insert in the center hole you snipped into the two middle layer filters.

8. Pull the middle layer up around the inner layer, twist, and tape. Pull the outside layer up around the inside/middle layer, twist, and tape.

9. To add a stem, tear off 12” of green tape and attach leaves at random intervals. Wrap and twist tape down around the drink straw, snip at desired length. Gently pull back petals and behold your beautiful paper peony!

note: Expect the first flower to take ten minutes and come out looking poorly. The second will improve mildly, but not much. Stick with! Number three will be beautiful and take less than a minute. Get an assembly line going and you will have a paper garden in an afternoon!

[transgendertips]

Hi, I don't know if you're able to help me but I have top surgery in 2 months and I've heard that you should exercise before the surgery. I haven't really exercised because of my dysphoria and depression, and I'm now feeling very anxious about it... I'm scared my results will look bad because of not exercising and building muscle before the surgery. I am fairly healthy and thin but I definitely don't have much muscles - which doesn't really bother me. I'm just scared I have ruined my top surgery :(

So for exercise tips I’m prob not the best person to go to BUT—

Let’s look at a few things about this:

Post op, the things I have heard from MANY people is that it is incredibly important to do small stretches and massage the areas you’ve been operated on + the surrounding area in order to keep up/rebuild your range of movement. So it looks like some of the most important things are to rebuild range of movement in the arms/shoulders and to prevent muscular atrophy in the chest/shoulders/arms.

Pre op, depending on type of top surgery prep is going to look different, but since you mention muscles I’m going to assume it’s within the mastectomy category which can be varied in a lot of ways. Your insurance may require you to be on HRT for 18+ months without a single missed dose, your dr may or may not recommend HRT or exercise, and many drs have had many patients who didn’t have exceptional chest muscles, so you’re more than likely going to be FINE. More than fine. However many drs have said having SOME build up of muscle makes it EASIER for them to reconstruct the area in the later stages of surgery and many people who get mastectomies will say it’s easier to hide certain scars (if that’s what you wish to do) if there’s a build up of some muscle.

I also try doing the exercise thing and between time, fatigue, disability, it’s a pain in the ass, let me tell you.

Maybe the best thing is for you to combine something easy and simple with something else. For example, if you watch a lot of TV, you can add some simple stretches to that to increase mobility and to set a routine for yourself. I think the absolute hardest thing about exercise is the routine part.

You have most definitely not ruined your chances of top surgery, so try not to think too much about that.

I’m going to drop some links, as a disclaimer I haven’t gone through all of them but here they are:

TikTok Tony is a Top Surgery Dr he’s great:

This one is just about a book btw

And when I tried finding something about exercising with depression this was the only thing that fit what I was looking for

If top surgery is something you want/need, you’ve prob already done some research on it, so I say def go back to that as well and look to see what others have done. There’s plethora of guides and testimonials nowadays. Try not to be so hard on yourself too.

EDIT: totally missed the part where you said you had top surgery in two months 😭 omg that’s so great 😭 congrats!!!!🎈🍾🎉🎊 if your team has resources for therapy to deal with the stress of surgery etc I do recommend checking that out though. Follow your surgeons directions, do your stretches and massages, and do your best to take care of yourself and get plenty of rest 💕