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OK, I HAVE AN IDEA hear me out yandere!quackity and yandere! Wilbur fighting over Enderman!Reader

As you sat in the corner, you watched as your two beloved friends started fighting over you; "THEYRE MINE!" Quackity yelled as he pushed Wilbur back, "What makes you say that?" Wilbur laughed sadistically, which made Quackity Angrier.

You got up and tried to separate the two, not wanting them to fight anymore you said "Guys..we shouldn't fight.." Quackity turned his glare to you, "Shut the hell up Y/N" you flinched noticeably; "Dont Fucking Yell at them!" Wilbur threw the first punch, hitting Quackity's nose; you gasped as you saw blood drip down onto his shirt, "You fucking Bitch!" Quackity yelled as he jumped onto Wilbur, choking him until Wilbur started to go limp, "GUYS STOP IT!" You yelled, both of them looked at you in shock, your eyes turned dark purple, it showed that you were angry.

Both of them glared at each other as they got up from the floor; "I...I dont want you guys fighting anymore, if I am the problem here, I'll just leave.." You then turned to leave, but Wilbur grabbed your wrist softly, you gasped quietly, "You can't leave.." he said as he guided you to the couch, he sat you down as he started into your eyes.

Quackity sighed out of frustration; "Can you stop touching them?" He looked at Wilbur with an annoyed look, Wilbur scoffed.

"Guys...I know that you both love me...but we shouldn't let that be the reason why you guys fight!" You said, they then sat on either side of you, "Were sorry...Well IM sorry" Wilbur then laid his head on your shoulder, and Quackity placed his head on your lap, "Me to, but you're still mine"

Wilbur then looked at Quackity with an angry look, "Shut the hell up" Wiackity wanted to say something but he didnt.

#Yandere Quackity and Wilbur x elderman reader

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Hot For Teacher

Summary: He never forgot the teacher that had the most impact on him.

Prompt: Dean Winchester, in class, crushing on the teacher

Pairing: Dean Winchester x older!female!teacher!reader

Word Count: 5643 words

Warnings: fluff, crushes, slight angst, some mentions of John’s stellar parenting (don’t @ me, I love him, but I can be character critical), smut (nothing underage), flashbacks, reader is approaching forty, some humor about sex in later life.

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“I’m telling you, man, this isn’t our thing,” Sam dismissed, following Dean through the doors into the high school reception. His brother grunted, flashing his badge at the security guard, who directed him to the desk where a gentleman was quietly reading.

“And I’m telling you, it might be.” Dean retorted, fixing a professionally fake smile onto his face, leaning on the desk with one elbow. “Agents Townsend and Daltry, we’ve got an appointment?”

The man peered at him over his glasses, pursing his lips for a split second as he glanced at the identification Dean was holding. After a second or two, he looked down, checking the clipboard wedged underneath his arm, before he smiled back at them. “Principal Matthews is in her office, I’ll let her know you’re here.”

Dean nodded, turning to move a little further away out of earshot. “We got five kids, swearing they saw a monster.”

“Yeah, highschoolers, seniors in their final year, acting out an urban legend,” Sam replied. “We’ve got bigger fish to fry right now.”

“Yeah? Got any leads?” the older man challenged. “Because last I checked, we had bupkis to go on.”

Sam sighed, but the argument was cut short as a door opened, and a tall lady with grey hair looked at them. “Agents?”

The office they stepped into was large, decorated sparsely with modern furniture, and a large flag behind her desk read “Gellar Gators, Go, Go, Go!” with a cartoon alligator in a football helmet. As Principal Matthews took her seat, both men turned to face her, though Dean was still inspecting everything.

“I assume this is about the recent attacks,” she started, folding her hands in front of her on the desk. “I’m not sure what I can tell you that I haven’t already told the police. They took all our security camera footage and -”

“Nothing to be seen,” Dean interjected with a nod, pulling out a notepad and a pen. “We’re just following up, seeing if anyone remembered anything different. Maybe something they didn’t want to tell the police?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” the principal asked, obviously confused. “I know some of the other children were saying it was a monster, but we all know how children can be.”

“We’re just trying to make sure no one else gets hurt,” Dean continued, keeping his tone gentle. “You’re aware that there was another victim last night?”

“Danny Elderman, yes, I’ve been told,” she murmured, shaking her head sadly. “His mother said he would make a full recovery though.”

Sam dragged his hand out of his pocket, gesticulating slightly. “All the attacks took place on school grounds, Principal Matthews.”

“And the police searched the whole place,” she defended. “I can assure you, Agents, we are taking this seriously. The students have all been instructed to report anything strange and there’s a curfew in effect.”

The brothers shared a look, realizing that this wasn’t going to get them anywhere. Dean cleared his throat, stepping a little closer. “We’re gonna stick around, speak to some of the students, if that’s okay.”

Principal Matthews nodded, gesturing to the door. “Of course, anything to help.”

Turning on his heel to head for the door, Dean’s gaze caught sight of a board, showcasing the faculty members with photographs and a brief description of their position. A single face jumped out at him, and for a moment, he was seventeen again. He froze, staring at it, before Sam’s fist jammed into his back and forced him to keep going.

Once outside, he stopped entirely, spinning around to face his brother. “Did you see her?” he asked, feeling a little breathless.

Sam’s face scrunched up. “Who?”

“On the faculty board. Miss. Y/L/N -” He laughed, shaking his head. “Outta all of the schools in the country -”

“Wait a minute,” Sam mumbled, remembering the name. “The math teacher from Luther High? That Miss. Y/L/N?”

“Yeah,” Dean replied excitedly. “Wonder if she remembers me?”

Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. “She’s probably married with kids by now, Dean, it’s been nearly twenty years. It might not even be her.”

“It was.”

“Fine, say it is. What are you gonna do? Go tell her you had a crush on her when you were a kid?”

Dean pulled a face, irritated by his brother’s attitude. “Not hurting anyone if I just say hi,” he muttered bitterly, “and I didn’t say you had to come with me.”

Sam seemed glad of that, at least, and decided to leave Dean to make an ass of himself alone. The gentleman at the desk was more than happy to provide the “agent” with the classroom he needed, and as Dean strolled down the corridor towards her class, his mind began to wander back to 1996, and his three months in Dawney, Montana.

It wasn’t that he hated school, he just didn’t see the point of it, not when there were more important things in the world, like hunting. His dad had left them in this crummy mountain town while he tracked something through the forest, and Dean didn’t know how long they were going to be there. Attending high school was at least a way to pass the time, and it kept social services off their backs, as well as providing a useful tool for keeping an eye on his troublesome younger brother.

Sam was happy to be starting school again. Summer had dragged, and they’d been at loggerheads in their small rented room, with little to do to occupy the time. Luther High School wasn’t a huge campus, and it had barely four hundred students, so Dean was relieved of the pressure of trying to make friends when he didn’t want to.

The first day back, and he’d already managed to irritate the science teacher and the coach. His third period was math, and when the teacher walked in, Dean wasn’t sure she was a teacher at all. She was young, maybe a few years older than him, and she looked nervous as hell as she addressed her only senior class of thirty.

“Okay, good afternoon, everyone,” she greeted, dropping her stacks of paper onto the desk. “Hope you’re not too bored of learning after the summer break already.”

A kid in the middle raised his hand, and she pointed at him, waiting for his question. “Are you really our teacher?” he snorted. “You don’t look much older than us.”

She chuckled, tugging her blouse back down where it had ridden up. “I am definitely your teacher. Well, I’m a student intern. I’ve got a degree, I’m just working towards certification now.” Picking up a piece of chalk, she turned to the board and wrote her name out in neat cursive before turning back. “I’m Miss. Y/L/N.”

Another hand went up but this kid didn’t wait for permission. “How old are you?”

Miss. Y/L/N smiled. “Now didn’t your mama tell you it’s rude to ask a lady her age?” she chided. “If you really need to know, I’m twenty-two. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll hate me as much as if I was fifty,” she joked, picking up a sheet. “Anyway, we’re here to learn math, so why don’t you open your books to page thirty-three and we’ll crack on with some calculus. You’re gonna have to bear with me - they told me I was teaching ninth and tenth, so I wasn’t exactly prepared.”

In any other situation, Dean was sure he would have gone out of his way to make this poor woman’s life hell. He wasn’t a model student, and never had any intention of being one, but for some reason, as he watched Miss. Y/L/N fluster over her notes, apologizing repeatedly for the slightest thing, he didn’t feel the urge to be his usual irritating self. Instead, he kept his head down - when he wasn’t looking at her - and worked quietly, though he was certain he was getting every answer wrong.

The class ended, and the other students rushed to get out and onto their last lesson of the day, but as Dean went for the door, Miss. Y/L/N stopped him. He froze when she called his name, suddenly panicked that she had caught him staring, but the gentle smile on her face didn’t scream “trouble”.

“Dean,” she said softly, “sorry, I didn’t want to pick on you in front of everyone.”

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked carefully, the ever present concern of social services in the back of his mind.

“No!” she insisted, laughing lightly. “I was told you were new here, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t have trouble following. These guys can pick up where they left off last year, but sometimes high schools don’t always follow the same plan, y’know?”

“Oh, uh,” he scratched his head nervously, “I’m fine, y’know. It’s math.”

A bright smile lit up her face, and his heart did a funny fluttering thing that left him slightly breathless. “That’s great,” she enthused. “If you have any problems, feel free to come to me, okay?”

He smiled back, struggling to contain the boyish crow that wanted to burst out of him at her attention. “Sure,” he replied through gritted teeth, “thanks.”

It didn’t feel like he could get out of there quick enough. His last period was a blur, passing by him as he sat at the back, unnoticed by the graying gentleman trying to teach them about ancient Europe. Miss. Y/L/N’s smile haunted his thoughts, and he couldn’t focus on anything, even when he met Sam at the school gate.

“Dean?”

His brother’s voice snapped him out of his stupor as they walked home. “What?” he mumbled, staring over at him cluelessly.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

“You weren’t paying attention to anything I just said.”

Another shrug. “Was it important?”

Sam scowled. “No, but -”

He groaned, picking up speed a little. “C’mon, man, I’m tired.”

There was a small hope that his newfound level of infatuation with the opposite sex was only a fleeting thing, but when Miss. Y/L/N walked into class the next day wearing tight fitting pants with a red blouse, he knew it wasn’t. He’d had plenty of experience with girls his age, and though she wasn’t much older, he wasn’t sure his experience would lend him any favors.

The worst part was wanting to please her. He actually paid attention, making an effort to understand the numbers instead of half-assing it like he’d done his entire life.

Confiding in Sam after school didn’t leave him with any more hope either.

“Dean, she’s a teacher.”

“She’s a student teacher.”

“I don’t think that matters much,” his brother denied. “Besides, aren’t we supposed to stay out of trouble? Social services aren’t gonna look the other way if you seduce a teacher.”

Dean grumbled unhappily. “I’m eighteen in a few months,” he complained.

“You really think we’ll be here then?” Sam asked, sadness in his voice. “We’ll be lucky if we’re still here for Halloween, Dean.”

“Guess I have to hope Dad comes to get us soon then,” he sighed.

John didn’t come back for them soon. He checked in every week, promising it wouldn’t be long, but weeks rolled into months, and Dean’s crush grew, developing into something his teenage heart wasn’t sure what to do with. Channeling his nervous energy into actually doing his work was landing him with good grades, and two months in, he brought home his first report card that didn’t include an “F”. Of course, only Sam was there to celebrate it, but he was a little proud of himself.

Two months into their tenure at Luther High, and one Wednesday after class, Miss. Y/L/N asked him to wait after class again. This period was the last of the day, so he didn’t rush, waiting until she’d cleared everyone out.

“I wanted to catch up,” she began, leaning against her desk and bracing her weight on her hands. “See how you were getting on.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, giving her an awkward smile. “Good, I guess,” he mumbled, the same nerves from their last chat reaching up into his throat to strangle him. He coughed lightly, shrugging. “It’s nice here.”

“Hmm,” she agreed, glancing out of the window. “It is. Not somewhere I’d wanna live forever though. What about you?” He shrugged, and she smiled gently. “I’ve read your file, Dean. Are you an army kid or -”

“My dad travels for work,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Can I ask what he does?”

He tensed, keeping his mouth shut, retreating to the safe behavior of brick walling it. Despite that instinct, there was an urge, something inside him telling him that she wouldn’t laugh at him or call child services, and it was getting harder to ignore as she eyeballed him for an answer.

She stood straight, folding her arms across her chest. “You’re a smart kid, Dean. You’ve shown that in your grades, that even with all the disruption, you’ve got a brain in there. Have you… have you considered what happens after school?”

He shrugged again. “The family business.”

“What does that mean?”

His heart thudded in his chest. “My dad, he…” Don’t do it, his father’s voice instructed sternly in his head. It never ends well. He swallowed again, trying to turn his voice to steel, to put her off like he had so many others. “He’ll be coming to get us soon. You’re wasting your time.”

“I don’t think I am,” she replied, ignoring the warning in his voice. “I don’t consider trying to help anyone to be a waste of time. And I feel like you might need some help. Even just - even just to talk to someone. Without judgment.”

An unattractive snort escaped him. “They all say that, sweetheart,” he advised her, the cockiness seeping out of him, “but that disappears when they hear what I gotta say.”

“Try me.”

The solidity of her challenge gave him pause, and he finally met her gaze, holding it for a few seconds. Even though he was significantly taller, she made him feel small, like she was seeing through him, and he shuddered, letting the guard drop.

“I can’t,” he whispered. “You’ll call some social worker. I’ve been through this before, and I’m not putting Sammy through that again.”

Miss. Y/L/N frowned, dropping her hands to her sides. “Your brother is Sammy, right?” He nodded. “I’ve had him for a couple classes. He’s a smart kid,” she paused, smiling, “just like his brother.” 

Dean watched her warily, feeling like prey on its back, belly exposed and vulnerable.

“The bonus of being a student teacher,” she continued, slowly walking to the door and closing it, “is I’m very good at missing things.” The lock clicked as she slid it into place, and she turned back to him. “Safe space, Dean. Whatever you need to get off your chest, I promise I won’t say a word to anyone.”

He stared at her, too terrified to move for a second. It wasn’t like his father was going to break the habit of a lifetime and build a life here, so telling her might not have many consequences, but then again, it was ingrained into him not to tell anyone about the family business.

Miss. Y/L/N waited, patiently, moving herself away from the door and back to her desk, giving him the space, and the exit, if he needed it.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” he finally asked softly, unwilling to meet her gaze just yet.

She shrugged. “I don’t not believe in them,” she replied. “I’ve never seen one myself.”

“And if I told you they are real? Like really real, and my dad kinda hunts them.” He rushed it out, still unable to look at her for fear of her reaction. “Other things too,” he whispered. “I’ve… I’ve seen things that… that give me nightmares.”

Her silence felt judgmental but when he eventually managed to look her in the eye, she was only staring at him with compassion. “That sounds terrifying,” she said quietly. “I can’t imagine anyone would sleep well with that knowledge.”

“Which is why I shouldn’t be telling you anything,” he growled, frustrated with himself. “Rule number one, don’t tell anyone what we do. And I went and broke it because -”

The abrupt end of his outburst made her frown. “Because?” she prompted, and he grunted, running a hand through his short hair. “Because?” she asked again, stepping closer.

“Because I like you,” he murmured, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Because you don’t look at me like I’m some kind of freak.” He turned away, embarrassed and ashamed, and ready to throw the towel in on the whole school thing.

Her hand touched his shoulder and he jumped, alert green eyes meeting hers in surprise. “I’m flattered,” she whispered, smiling gently. “And you’re not a freak. You’re a kid with a hell of a weight on his shoulders.”

It would have been lying to say he didn’t appreciate the validation. “I’m eighteen in January,” he muttered.

“Still illegal,” she chuckled. “Position of authority and all that.”

“I can assure you, I have no respect for authority,” he tried, turning on the charm, but it only made her giggle. The laughter didn’t hurt him, which was surprising, but he already knew he had no shot at her, legal or not.

“I’m not gonna pretend the thought of things being real isn’t terrifying,” she said slowly. “Obviously, I can’t relate. But I was seventeen not so long ago, and I remember how scary just regular life can be. You’re Sam's primary caregiver, right?”

“Uh-huh. When my dad’s not around, and -” He shrugged, trailing off, leaving the implication that his father wasn’t around much in the air.

“That’s a lot of responsibility at a young age. And Sam’s such a good kid, you should be proud.”

“I am.”

Miss. Y/L/N smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder again. “You’re a good person, Dean Winchester. Whatever you decide to do with your life, just don’t forget that, and I’ve got faith you’ll be okay.”

Two weeks later, Luther High School was in the rearview, and they were moving on.

She was every bit as beautiful as he remembered her. Standing outside her classroom, staring at her through the square window in the door, he felt seventeen again. Of course she’d aged, so had he, but for a woman pushing forty, she looked great.

Her class seemed focused on everything she was saying, and she seemed to be in her element at the front of the room, running through a mathematical problem on the board. Dean stepped closer, and the movement made her gaze dart to the door, her whole body freezing as she saw his face. Her lips stopped moving, eyes wide; the bell rang, saving her from her class noticing her sudden distraction, and she quickly dismissed them.

He waited outside the door until the room was empty, then stepped in, closing the door behind him. Miss. Y/L/N - he noted her name on the board, internally crowing that she was not married - smiled, folding her arms across her chest as she watched him approach.

“Dean Winchester,” she breathed. “That smart kid I always wondered about.”

“Miss. Y/L/N,” he greeted. “Best teacher I ever had. Can’t believe you recognized me.”

Her smile widened. “How could I forget a face that handsome?” she chuckled. “And it’s Y/N, please, we’re both grown ups now.” She looked him up and down, not even bothering to conceal her appreciation. “Never thought I’d see you again.”

“You’re still teaching,” he commented, looking around.

“I am. What about you?”

“Family business,” he murmured hesitantly, unsure if she’d remember. “Guess I never found another path I liked enough.”

She hummed. “Are you happy though?” she asked curiously.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “for the most part. Yeah.” His awkwardness was showing like twenty years had never passed, and he smiled, shoving one hand into his pocket. “What about you? Husband, kids?”

“Hmmm,” she mused. “Two cats and a ridiculous amount of books about monsters,” she confessed after a second or two, and he blinked at her in confusion. “Guess I couldn’t quite drop the questions after what you told me. Only reading though, I don’t ever want to meet one in person.” Her face contorted in horror. “Oh, god, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? The attacks - is it a monster?”

He pulled a face. “Not sure yet. My brother and I are looking into it -”

“Wait, your brother, Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“You weren’t kidding about family business,” she muttered.

“I take it you didn’t see or hear anything?”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid not. I don’t stay past dark, and I only teach the juniors now. You’d be better off talking to Mr. Harrison, several of his students were involved.” A knock at the door made them both turn, and Dean waved at Sam on the other side. “Is that Sam?” she asked, sounding a little shocked. “Wow. He got tall.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, he did.” He looked back at her, a smirk on his lips. “Listen, when we’ve dealt with this,” he began slowly, “I’d really like to buy you dinner. I don’t think I gotta worry about getting you in trouble now we’re both graying adults.”

Her laughter was music to his ears, and she turned to her desk, bending to scribble her number on a scrap of paper. Dean took the opportunity to admire her ass in the tight-fitting black pants, and his cock reacted at the thought of finally getting what his teenage fantasies had been made of.

She straightened and slipped the scrap of paper into his hand, closing his fingers around it. “I’m certain we can still find plenty of trouble to get into,” she purred, the sudden seduction making him flustered as Sam knocked on the door again.

“I bet we can,” he stuttered out, backing up towards the door. “I’ll call you, Miss….” He laughed nervously as he corrected himself. “Y/N.”

It hadn’t taken more than another few hours to figure out the case was vampires, and Mr. Harrison was actually the creature in question. He’d been turned on a wild weekend and had decided to attempt sustainable feeding, using his young students as walking blood bags. Unfortunately, the light snacks weren’t enough to keep him going, and it was only by the grace of Sam and Dean’s presence that the final victim wasn’t a casualty.

Dean was nervous to call her when they were finally done hunting the vamp down and when he finally dialed the number, he was half-expecting it to be fake. She answered after four rings, and he stumbled over his words as he asked her if she was still interested in dinner. Her answer was a resounding yes, and he let her take the lead on a place and time.

“You’re going on a date?” Sam asked, disbelief in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m going on a date,” Dean snapped, buttoning up his nicest shirt, one of his newer red plaid button downs. “One, I haven’t had sex in months, and two, she’s literally my teenage fantasy.” He paused, tossing his brother a dirty look. “Three, maybe you should consider getting laid.”

Sam sneered at him, then threw himself on the bed, switching the tv on. “I guess I’ll stay here then.”

“You do that,” Dean grinned, grabbing his jacket. “Don’t wait up.”

She was waiting for him in a little Italian place downtown, and it was all he could do not to grin like an idiot when he walked in and saw her. Her smile was bright as he sat down opposite her, both of them remaining silent as the server handed them each a menu.

“Hi,” she whispered, leaning in. “You look really good.”

Dean let his gaze drop, admiring the view of her cleavage in the little black dress she’d paired with leggings. “Hi yourself,” he murmured, smirking lightly. “That’s a very distracting dress.”

“Would you have preferred I wore a pantsuit?” she teased, giggling when his cheeks turned red. “This place is great, any of their pasta is amazing.”

“You eat here often?”

She nodded, smiling at him again. “It’s my favorite place.”

He didn’t know what it had been about her all those years ago, but she was the same now, coaxing him into an easy conversation. They talked about everything from her life to snippets of his, though she avoided asking about anything too intense, and he avoided sharing anything too disturbing. It was nice for once to just be a regular person, without the need to be incredibly guarded about his secrets.

Dinner moved onto dessert, and they kept talking, flirting with each other as the restaurant emptied around them. By the time their meal was finished, Dean had begun to envision what happened after, but when it came to propositioning it, he found himself unusually nervous.

She called for the check and insisted on paying, so he didn’t argue, sitting nervously as she thanked and tipped the server. When they disappeared again, leaving them alone, she turned her attention to him, smiling almost coyly.

“I’m not gonna pretend this is anything more than what it is,” she said suddenly, keeping her voice even and quiet. “One night between two adults, who they’ll probably never see again, right?”

He sighed with a tiny laugh, leaning his arm on the table. “I’m not the type to settle down,” he replied calmly. “And this life…”

“I get it,” she whispered, taking his hand. “I’m not looking for long haul. But I wouldn’t mind making a happy memory or two.” Her lips twitched into a smile. “Besides, I don’t wanna have gotten all dressed up for nothing.”

“I can assure you,” he replied firmly, “you did not.”

She grinned. “My place is about four blocks away.”

“My car’s outside.”

His inner seventeen year old, if such a thing existed, was jumping for joy as she led him out of the restaurant. She admired his car openly, prompting him to act out just a little, showing off his baby with pride before driving them back to her apartment. The aforementioned cats were meowing loudly when they entered, and he followed her into the kitchen, shedding his jacket as she fed the whining felines.

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly, returning to him once she’d washed her hands.

He smirked, bypassing conversation as he slid his fingers along her jaw and into her hair, pulling her into a passionate kiss that made her sigh when he pulled away a few seconds later. “Wow,” he murmured, staying close, noses tip to tip. “You know how many times I dreamed about doing that?”

“Did you ever dream about being in my bedroom?” she teased, twisting her finger in the collar of his shirt.

“Actually, most of the time, I was thinking about bending you over your desk,” he grinned, sliding his other hand over her hip. “I’m guessing you don’t have one in here?”

“No,” she giggled. “Will the bed do?”

“Lead the way.”

Her shoes were abandoned by the time they reached the bedroom door, with his shoes following just inside. Pants, shirt, and dress landed in another pile, and as they hit the bed, her leggings disappeared, his t-shirt following in rapid succession. His hands were everywhere he could put them, lips kissing every patch of skin revealed unless he was preoccupied by her mouth, and she whimpered when his fingers deftly unhooked and discarded her bra.

If only seventeen-year-old him had known this would happen one day.

Finally, he broke away to catch his breath, chuckling when he noticed her breathing heavily too. “If this had been ten years ago,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“Tell me about it,” she agreed, reaching for the drawer beside her bed, opening it and pulling out a box of condoms. He happily took one but didn’t open it, flashing a grin at her. “What?” she asked.

“You’re rushing me,” he chided softly. “I have no intention of doing anything but savoring this moment.”

Any reply she had to that disappeared as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, finding her already wet. Her moan drowned out his, and she clutched his shoulder as he eased a single finger into her, thrusting it back and forth to coax more wetness out of her.

“Oh, fuck,” she whined, arching a little, hips canting toward him in an effort to get more friction. “Oh, fuck, Dean -”

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, “can’t wait to have this pussy wrapped around me.” Her fingers tightened on his shoulder as he added a second, opening her up. “But I want you to cum first.”

It was pointless trying to quiet her own noises, giving up when biting her lip didn’t cut it. Dean worked her higher and higher, watching her facial expression crumble as she reached her peak, her cries turning silent when he twisted his hand and grazed his thumb against her clit.

“I really wanna eat you out,” he murmured, lowering his voice to a rumble, and she quickly nodded, giving him the permission he was seeking. Withdrawing his hand, he left her teetering on the precipice of an orgasm as he removed her panties and slotted himself between her thighs.

His tongue was warm against her sensitive sex and she cried out again as he explored her, figuring out what made her tremble. She was drowning in a haze of arousal, unable to think about anything beyond his mouth on her cunt, and when he sank two fingers into her again, she had to fight the urge to close her thighs against the pleasure.

Dean was in heaven, working her into a frenzy with his tongue and fingers. He’d had a lot of time to think about this particular fantasy, and having her here, wet and warm and inviting, writhing underneath him, he was certain he’d peaked. He knew he would be replaying this one on repeat forever.

“Deeean,” Y/N whimpered, fingers tugging on his short hair. “Fuck, I’m so close -”

He broke away, working his fingers into her harder as she spread herself open a little more. “Don’t worry,” he growled, “just let go, baby.”

Her cries echoed off the walls when he sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing the bud and crooking his fingers inside her to find that extra sweet spot. It didn’t take long; she wailed as her pussy clenched around him, her pleasure ringing in his ears, but he didn’t stop, working her through the climax until she went limp.

He couldn’t keep the filthy smirk off of his face as he got onto his knees and retrieved the condom from where he’d dropped it. “You doing okay there, Miss. Y/L/N.”

“Don’t,” she panted with a giggle. “You’ll make it awkward when people call me that.”

“Spoilsport,” he chuckled, opening the foil packet and tugging the condom free. “You still want this?”

She pushed herself up on shaking arms. “Uh-huh.”

A few seconds later and the condom was on. He stroked himself a few times before leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss, guiding the tip of his cock through her folds until she whimpered into his mouth. Her pussy was dripping, eagerly accepting every inch as he sank inside her, drawing back a couple of times when he met resistance, but not stopping until he was buried deep.

He had to stop then, feeling how hard his heart was racing. She caught his jaw with her hand, kissing him softly, lifting her right leg to press her knee against his side, allowing him to slip a tiny bit deeper. “Dreams do come true,” he murmured, brushing his nose against hers.

“You always were hot for teacher,” she joked, and he chuckled, kissing her hard again before starting to rock against her. He didn’t rush, enjoying every thrust, relishing the way her body drew him back in, keeping him close. She didn’t seem to mind that he wasn’t in a hurry, letting him push her into an easy orgasm. His hands wandered, toying with her tits when he was going slower, grabbing her hips when he got faster, a little more urgent.

“Want you to cum again,” he growled, holding her leg in place as he fucked into her, “Wanna feel it right around my dick.”

“Uh-huh,” she managed, clinging to his neck. “Wanna feel y-you too.”

He nodded then kissed her, focusing on nothing but how good she felt in his arms, underneath, around him. So soft and wet, warm, inviting, his literal dream come true. Even if this was only one night, he knew he’d never forget her.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Dean -”

Her whole body quivered, thighs clenching around him as her pussy tightened, and he couldn’t hold it off, reacting with his own climax. His vision swam, and he couldn’t think beyond her warmth, her taste, her moans as she came for him. She clung to him until they were both done, collapsing with him onto the bed. Breathlessly, he kissed her one last time, withdrawing reluctantly to lay beside her.

“Holy shit,” she groaned, flinging an arm over her eyes. “I’m not gonna lie… the bar was low. You obliterated it.”

Dean chuckled, folding his hands behind his head, allowing the swell of pride in his chest. “That - that was awesome,” he agreed. “A dream come true. Literally.”

Y/N yawned, reaching over to place a hand against his chest. “I hope you’re not expecting a round two.”

He grinned. “Maybe in the morning.”

Thanks for reading! Please consider reblogging, maybe even leaving a comment? 😘

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[discount-limeade]

Slipknot: A Review

This is a JOKE. That being Said.....

Conrad's Ratings On How much "Pull Game" The Knot Members Had. (And if they use Spray or Stick Deodorant)

This is 100 Percent Biased. This isn't a News source, welcome to My Hyperfixation.

Pull Game: We're gonna Loosely Define this as, If they could Hypothetically get bitches.

0. Sid Wilson

9/10

Starting Strong, Sid's got it on Lock. Docking One Point Because The Hyperfixations can Be DETRIMENTAL to getting bitches and Some people might not think Transformers are Cool.

Spray: Old Spice

1. Joey Jordison

8/10

Joey was For SURE getting Hoes in the Book. No questions. But this Specific picture (because I chose it), What in the 'Just Crawled out from under the Sink' is he doing.

-1 For Posture, tighten up man. Your neck is about to be at a Permanent Right angle. -1 for, idk I feel like he'd Say some strange shit.

Stick: He puts it on by going through the bottom of his shirt.

2. Paul Gray

7/10

Personally, LARGE fan of Paul. But we gotta think about this Logically alright. It's 2000, you're approached by this Man, he offers you a Cigarette. You take it OBVIOUSLY, he's just a being Nice.

-1 for possible Off puttingness. -1 Approachability (??). -1 When he lets you hit the bong he tells you it's not that bad and you end up coughing your eye out.

Stick: He looks like he has a Cool Sock Collection.

3. Chris Fehn

9/10

In our Hearts we all Know this man was a Ten. The eyebrows on His Mask Here are Very Good, which May Cancel out this lost Point.

-1 For Public Masturbation.

Stick: There's a Bite Missing

4. James Root

7/10

Now, if this was Blonde Jim, 10. I'd Find no reason to criticize, but it's not and this One picture will dictate his Entire Rating.

-1 Gay. Self Explanatory. -1 touched his balls and Wiped his hand on your neck. -1 pissed and didn't wash hands.

Does NOT wear deodorant and if he does it's that Paste organic kind.

5. 133

6/10

Once Again We All know he's Ten. Love a Strong Silent Guy. You know how this goes though, the picture selected Has Sealed his Fate.

-1 for, is this a school photo??. Update your portfolio. -1 I don't have my shots and those definitely have something. -1 he looks like a Train Guy. -1 beer cooler says 'for the boys'.

Stick. Looks like he tried to finger it.

6. Clown

5/10

Yo look how Whimsical he is. We got Elderman Shawn here. Physically, jumping this man's bones. Personality wise, he makes me MAD AS FUCK.

-1 if you pulled his hair it would come out in CLUMPS. -1 smells like fish. -1 definitely has a Foot Fetish. But I'm not talking NORMAL foot fetish I mean this man wants to put HIS feet on YOU. -1 says 'Honk Honk' when he grabs your Tits. Fucking YIKES. -1 keeps Muttering to Himself about The Circus, You should probably go...

Stick? It's Somewhere amongst his Things.

7. Mick Thomson

10/10

Any Day of the Week. He's just Got everything Going Right. Possible only downfall would be How strange his Wrist is Bent up in this pic but I will not Dock him for that.

Stick. He gets the Twin Packs to Share With Crew.

8. Corey Taylor

4/10.

Before you Say it, Yes, I would. But this isn't about That. This is about the fact that He gets NO BITCHES. And I'm not Talking about the Occasional, I mean this guy has never doesn't even know what Sex IS.

-2 he's COMING UP THE STAIRS FROM HIS DWELLING. -1 eats His own Ear wax. -1 how do you have lice and you only have Maybe 13 Pieces of Hair. -1 there Are Juice Stains around his mouth. -1 ate a mouse.

Spray. He likes to Stab The Cans So they Explode.

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In conclusion, I started Writing this at 4 am. It is now almost Seven. Have a Wonderful rest of your day.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Grandmaster’s Favourite [Part 2] [Dom!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

This is part TWO - part ONE is here :)  A link to my Masterlist is HERE  Summary: When Grandmaster and your self-appointed 'new' daddy meet after your intimate encounter, what could the consequences possibly be? (Spoiler: Smut.) (w/c 2.4k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Heavy smut. Coercive behaviour. Language. Daddy kink. Praise kink. Oral sex. Public sex. Grandmaster being a creepy weirdo.

You stepped on to the elevated walkway of The Commodore with a deep breath. A worn red carpet was underfoot, the one he always rolled out at these things, the sound of polite laughter, clinking glasses and the buzz of conversation meeting your ears from above.

Loki (if that was his real name) had made good on his promise. A slave had appeared ten minutes after his departure holding a voluminous skirted dress of satin, strapless with hard boning at the chest, a rich sinful emerald green.

It was like nothing you had ever seen, not on Sakkar anyway, but it fit perfectly. Suspiciously perfectly. A bit like how his insatiable cock had fit perfectly inside your ravenous slit not an hour before.

You reached the top of the ramp and Topaz ushered you roughly inside, brandishing the melt stick as she was known to do, ‘they’re all waiting for you, slag’ she muttered as you boarded the familiar vessel, the orange walls stinging your retinas.

‘There she is, my most beautiful one’, Grandmaster’s voice cut through the small crowd which squeezed tighter together on the craft, parting in his wake as he extended his draped arms with a flourish and descended on you like a gas, ‘we’ve all been…waiting… for you to arrive – haven’t we? - my my don’t you look splendid tonight, doesn’t she look splendid?’

He turned from his audience, who murmured in gratuitous agreement, as he kissed you firmly on the lips; his thin skin floating from the muscle underneath like tissue paper as he moved them against yours.

‘So let’s get this –uh- show on the road…shall we?’, he clapped twice and the driver obediently started the engine, soaring into the open vaults of the hanger as Sakkar rose behind you, towers illuminated in speckled lights and bathed in the glow of a dozen wormholes.

You sipped your drink as the guests’ began to intertwine around you, exquisite clothing being peeled off layer by layer under greedy hands as moans began to fill the air over Grandmaster’s tuneless music blasting from the sound system.

There was no pretence at his orgies, it was a case of board and fuck and everyone knew it. The crème of Sakkarian society desperate to let off steam, and earn some favour while they were at it.

‘Grandmaster’, a familiar voice made you snap your head around as your mysterious lover made his approach, your pussy clenched at the memory of his grip on your hips – the bruises still fresh.

‘Thank you, for the invitation. What an honour it is to-‘

His velvet overtures were interrupted as Grandmaster flapped his hands, brushing away his honeyed words like smoke.

‘Please, please...’ he started, ‘- it was the least I could do. A…a handsome man like you? You are a man? …yes, I thought so, well- all the entertainment you’ve uh, bestowed on me this last week…’ he trailed off, his concentration broken by a grunt as an elderman came loudly in the corner.

Loki’s eyes flickered towards you, running them across your body as he observed you shift awkwardly on your feet under the green satin, your mask slipping under his intense gaze as he listened to the ramblings of the madman in front of him.

‘Have you met my most beautiful one?’ Grandmaster’s hand flounced toward you, holding an invisible orb, ‘She is quite something, everybody says so. Everybody. Fell right out of that wormhole over there…the most beautiful in all Sakkar…’

You stared over Loki’s shoulder, trying not to meet his eyes as you saw his mouth twitching in a suppressed smile.

‘Yes, Grandmaster. We met earlier this evening, in fact...’ his words dripped with innuendo as realisation finally sparked for your benefactor.

‘Oh yes’, he clapped, ‘I gave you a little taste of my a-huhh-huh-huhh, so uh- …so, how did it go? Do you see why she is prized above all others – I told you; I told him - I said there was none finer. None finer in all the galaxy, and he challenged me didn’t you, didn’t you…mischievous handsome man person…’

His nobbled fingers waved towards Loki as he goaded his new toy, relishing the anticipation of the compliments of his prize whore that were sure to follow.

‘She was…compliant.’

‘Compliant?’ Grandmaster’s brow furrowed towards you as he processed Loki’s words, so far removed from the lavish praise he was expecting.

‘But my most beautiful one is uh… she’s prized for how she bestows her attention- her…affection…’,

He licked his lips as his lustful gaze burned into your cheek,‘although she is compliant I’ll give you that, but it’s not the first word I’d…not the first word I’d use…’ he chuckled without mirth as his eyes swung back to Loki, staring at him with questioningly as Loki’s eyes swung in turn to you.

‘I think she enjoyed it, pretty thing’, Loki’s casual observation rolled over you like the cold air when he had ripped your dress in two with his bare hands. You could feel yourself becoming wetter under his punishingly hot gaze as he talked down to you. Belittled you.

‘Enjoyed it? ’Grandmaster scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

‘I feel just awful…my beloved new friend…’ the old man turned to you, hands on his hips, his pathetic erection outlined through his silken tabard, ‘-most beautiful one…how could you let me down like this?’

You didn’t bother forming words. You wouldn’t need them.

‘Show him…I want you to show him why you’re the best. Now.’

Your eyes raised from the floor, trailing once again up the familiar god-like body of the man who called himself Loki. The tantalising blue leather wrapped invitingly around his thighs, his wide hips nestling his growing arousal as he stood with his arms folded, a devilish grin spread over his handsome face framed by those devastating dark curls.

‘Come over here, my friend...my dear friend, sit..’ Grandmaster ushered Loki towards him as Topaz slid a cushioned stool across the smooth floor, ‘Topaz, stay close – I may need you...’,

Grandmaster’s gaze fell on you as his cock again twitched under the fabric. Nothing turned him on more than the threat of a melting. Sick fuck.

You sank to your knees in front of Loki, your dress puffing out around bended legs, your breasts rising as the pressure of the thick bodice lifted them skyward towards your charge. A finger brushed under your chin, lifting it gently – it belonged to Grandmaster.

‘Don’t let me down, most beautiful one.’

You shifted your gaze to the man between whose legs you knelt, your bare calves pressed against the cool floor as the cacophony of lustful moans and slapping of skin from other guests boomed around your ears.

He flexed his hand, a strange green shimmer falling over his lower body as his leather trousers disappeared before your eyes, audible gasps of amazement from temporarily distracted onlookers accompanying the display.

‘Just a little party trick’ he drawled, as Grandmaster clapped deliriously beside him with excitement as the man’s thick cock appeared through the opaque haze, standing proudly as though he hadn’t fucked you senseless the hour before.

‘Now, pretty whore, show me this party trick of yours I keep hearing so much about...’ he leant down to you as you shifted on your knees, your pussy swollen and slick between your thighs, his voice like lightening in your veins as he whispered seductively in your ear, ‘show daddy how much you’ve missed his big cock while we’ve been apart…’

He straightened, widening his legs as you raised your palms to his muscular thighs, sliding them over the bulging muscles that had propelled his delicious cock into your pussy as he made you cum harder than you ever had in your life, harder than you probably ever would again.

You stopped to inhale the heavy scent of his base, a thatch of fine dark curls surrounding the stalk of his beautiful manhood – thick, long, pale – the velvet skin graced along your lips as you drank it in, feeling him shudder minutely beneath you as you wound your hand around him, bending him towards you.

Your tongue reached out to meet his tip, your eyes never leaving his as you sucked him slowly between your lips, watching his brow crinkle in pleasure as he felt your wet, hot mouth consume him, wanting to close his eyes but not being able to look away.

You broke eye contact, focusing on the job at hand as you slid him further into your throat, his hand finding its way to your hair in a move that was almost familiar as he pressed down on you, more gently than before. You began to suck. His soft moan vibrated against your shoulders as it filled him, growing louder and more ravenous as he squeezed his thighs together against you.  Your tongue began swirling at his tip, a figure eight of fluid motion hitting all the right spots which, luck permitting, had Grandmaster cumming down your throat in seconds.

The man above you growled wantonly, you felt a judder as he slammed his shoulders against the wall of the ship in a primal show of pleasure. Your drenched pussy throbbed with pride as you returned to sliding up and down his wide girth, bearing down with all the pressure your already bruised lips could muster against his straining length, your fingers tightening around his base as he squirmed underneath you – all pretence of control gone as he relished whatever...this was.

‘Yes –that’s it, that’s my girl...that’s why she’s the best – that’s what I always say, I do – I say...-’ Grandmaster’s voice chirped over your shoulder before he was cut off with a deep growl;

‘will you please desist…’, Loki’s voice strained to conceal anger under politeness as his grip on your hair tightened in a fist, letting out a broken moan, his head resting on the wall behind him, black curls scattered across his regal brow as he began panting under the ministrations of your tongue.

‘Yes darling, that’s it...right there’, he keened loudly as you moaned around his desperate cock, ‘show daddy how much you want his hot cum dripping down your throat my most beautiful one…’

‘ Huh, what? No. Daddy? No..my...most beautiful, no she’s my beautiful one just so that’s clear...’

Grandmaster’s feeble protestations melted in the white noise of orgasmic din around you as Loki thrust his hips upward into your ready mouth, fucking your face as you took everything he had, sucking relentlessly as your strong fingers controlled his movements, making him work for it – making him last.

‘Norns,you are incredible –fuckk...yes...you’re being such a good girl for me, daddy’s good girl my sweet fuhh-’, you flicked your tongue against the underside of his tip and he bucked upwards, his thoughts scattered as his climax raced towards him under your control.

‘Norns? Norn? What’s a Norn is that a- is that a – what a, a some kind of a musical instrument…?’

Loki was incandescent with pleasure. The rambling commentary of the Grandmaster a dimension away. You pictured his beautiful face contorted with need, his cheekbones hollowed as he panted with the effort of controlling his lust, you wondered if he wanted to slide you on his lap and fuck you. You hoped he did. You could feel the wetness of your pussy sliding across your inner thighs, begging for attention, begging for the man writhing under your tongue to be inside you.

‘Do you want it, darling – do you want daddy’s seed inside you again? Do you want me to claim you for good? Inside your pretty mouth this time hmm?’

Somewhere, somehow, he had regained control of that smooth voice of his...it penetrated you straight to your core. You could cum from his voice alone, you thought. Maybe you would.

You nodded enthusiastically. The ache in your jaw starting to throb as your lips stretched around him, ready for the final flourish as you lapped at his cock wantonly, being everything he needed. His slut.

You slid him down your throat, the suction against your cheeks causing his thighs to shake as his hands gripped the stool underneath him, knuckles white as he anticipated his release. You pressed down with your lips hard against his tip, falling immediately downwards on his saliva-soaked cock and repeated the motion – words that could be nothing but curses dripping from his lips like acid rain as he fought against it – and lost.

You felt his thighs tense, one of his hands shooting to wind in your hair – his bodily tells pre-empting a thunderous moan that accompanied his thick juices enveloping your greedy tongue, hitting the back of your throat as you devoured him. You wanted to savour every inch of his manhood while you could as he shook underneath you, his strong thighs crushing into your bare shoulders as he rode out his climax inside you, a moaning mess before you as you ensured that you licked every drop of cum from his tip.

You slid backwards, raising your eyes to his face. His chin was tipped upwards to the ceiling, his initially perfect hair mussed against the wall, his chest heaving, dark lashes defined against his pale skin as his eyes closed, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss. They fluttered open, and he looked down at you with something that may have passed for kindness. He extended his slim fingers that you wanted to plunge into your aching pussy, brushing them against your lips as his thumb gathered a thick trail of his cum which escaped from your grasp. He held it in front of you.

‘Suck, darling’, he smirked.

You obliged, your pupils blown wide with lustful anticipation as you lowered your lips on to his thumb, sucking it gently, running your tongue languishingly around the tip.  

‘Hey..-hey!’

You rolled your eyes as Grandmaster prodded your shoulder and Loki’s smirk grew to a smile of recognition of your infuriation. He pulled his thumb from your resisting mouth slowly, tugging it gently from your lips.

‘I have to say...I’m upset. I’m upset with the whole daddy, beautiful one, daddy talk. And now the thumb? That was not...you know... not very polite...especially to your host- not polite at all- and for gods sakes will someone tell me what a Norn is-’

Loki flexed his fingers and the delicious leather trousers reappeared disappointingly across the expanse of his skin as he regained his composure, ‘Grandmaster...you were right. She is the finest the galaxy has to offer. I concede defeat in our wager.’

He flashed a dazzling smile as he looked expectantly at his host, his gaze flickering to the melt stick wielded by his number two.

The old man’s features softened, as he bathed in the compliment, ‘well...I told you, what did I tell you? – she is the best..’ -

‘...the best.’ Loki echoed, jumping expertly back into his good graces.

A woman draped herself over Grandmaster’s shoulders wantonly, allowing Loki a moment to dip down – a stolen whisper hot in your ear delivered in dark tones, fanning over your skin like static as you knelt before him.  A threat or a promise...you weren’t sure which, and at this point you didn’t care.  

‘Good show, darling. But daddy isn’t done with you yet.’

__

A/N: I feel like this now needs a part 3. It does, doesn’t it? Is it me? Am I the problem? 

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[giantologist]

Hello, Professor! Have you ever been in a giant's mouth?

Good morning!

Ah, yes, I've been waiting for this question. The innate fear of consumption by larger beings that dwells within us all is often the first thing that surfaces when first meeting a giant, i.e. the stereotypical pleading not to be eaten, despite it not being mentioned beforehand. Your question, therefore, is one I've anticipated for a while!

My first encounter with a giant's mouth was when I was visiting a village tucked away in the mountains, as they had a village giant. His name was Ochre, a gentleman of 85ft tall. I introduced myself and my profession to the elderman of the village, only for him to immediately lead me to their giant, who I was told had a very bad toothache. As it seemed I had been mistaken for a physician of giants, I resolved to utilise the opportunity.

Apparently none of the villagers trusted that they wouldn't come to harm, as most of them looked upon me with awe as I tethered a rope to my middle and was taken up into Ochre's hand with hopefully well-disguised anticipation. He assured my safety, to which I thanked him, though my reply may have trailed off as his jaws opened wide.

The problem was visible to me almost immediately, a large chunk of wood slotted between two molars and embedded in his gums, just out of reach of his tongue. There I paused in thought. A few moments more pain for my 'patient' while I studied his mouth seemed slightly unethical, but it was a spur of the moment decision.

[image taken from my journal]

I remember being unable to stop staring, my blood cold, my heart fluttering, my hair on end. It had been everything I had imagined, like peering into a cathedral dedicated to some lord of the aether realm. My emotions soon made way for scientific observation, my eyes immediately drawn to his teeth. The central incisors were between pre-canines rather than lateral incisors, indicating less of a need for shearing food, which I attributed to the fact that most food simply fit into his mouth without the need to be bitten. Most likely due to enormous bite strength, the molars were wide and flat, the surface seeming more like a rocky path than a deep mountainous cleft. Though the diets of giants now are known, seeing a complete set of teeth that I didn't have to dig for gave me many theories as to the food of ancient colossi. I did make a point, however, to advise him to get some better flossing habits.

Ochre's tongue, broad and flat, filled his lower jaw, and I attempted not to view it as a red carpet as my shoes sank into its give, saliva pooling around my ankles as I ducked into the scorching miasma of stale breath. I hoped that in my awed stupor I hadn't dawdled, but I was informed later that most assumed it to be hesitation.

I had a task, however, and the wood came away with only a few attempts to gain purchase on it. In his pain and relief, a loud groan rumbled around me, thundering my ribcage as the budded flesh beneath me lurched, and the halo of light filtering through his enamel was briefly cut off. It was in that fleeting moment of inky blackness that I felt a liminal stillness. The precipice before the fall. The foot poised to kick the hanging stool. A single movement is all it would take to seal my fate, and I clutched the wooden spike with a rushing sensation of pure thrill.

After clenching his teeth for a moment, light seared my eyes as Ochre opened his mouth, revealing the aghast faces of the villagers, and the comforting stretch of his waiting palm. I appreciated him not simply swilling and spitting me, as it left me with a moment more to appreciate my fleeting venture. I cast a last look at the archway of his throat, guarded by that fleshy hanging sentinel that swayed with his breath. I couldn't help imagining holding desperately to it as I dangled over infinity, the last hope one would have before endless nothingness. I then gazed at my exit, still amazed that the ruby red room in which I resided was nothing more than this gentleman's mouth. How I wanted to linger, to settle back against the pillowy flesh and write all I could see. Too soon the needs of convention gripped me, and I stepped into the relative cold of the summer air, my skin damp with condensation, my shoes squelching, my eyes wide and full of wonderment.

Ochre thanked me for my help, and the villagers were relieved that some poor visiting soul was able to do their terrifying work for them.

In payment, I only asked for an evening's interview with Ochre, who was more than happy to give me an abridged version of his life, from mountain whelp to protector of his village.

I left with a spring in my step, still riding the high of my first venture into a giant’s maw. Thankfully it was by no means the last!

Cordially,

Professor J. Finch

#No vore (just mouthplay kind of) #giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny

[mila-06]

Un vero atleta!

📷 Edward Elderman

[hederasgarden]

Vikings Valhalla Masterlist

Leif Eriksson

Heartbeat (Leif Eriksson x F!Reader l Explicit l 874) 

When your home is attacked, you see a different side of Leif.

Persistence (Leif Eriksson x F!Reader l Teen l 658)

Many men have come for your hand but Leif is the first you let into your heart.

The Rescue (Leif Eriksson x F!Reader l Gen l 431)

You hate frat parties but Harald's new friend might just change your mind. (Modern AU)

Harald Sigurdsson

New Beginnings (Harald Sigurdsson x F!Reader l Mature l Ongoing Series) 

You are chosen to wed King Harald in order to cement the alliance between King Canute’s growing kingdom and Norway.

King Canute

A Quiet Interlude (King Canute x F!Reader l Explicit l 1.2K)

After the death of Queen Ælfgifu, you become King Canute’s new wife.  

Godwin

Wicked Games (Godwin x OC l Explicit l 662)

The new Elderman of Wessex has met his match with Lady Aida.

♡Main Masterlist♡

Thank you @callsignhurricane for my beautiful headers!

#vikings valhalla #Leif Eriksson x reader #Leif Eriksson x you #Leif Eriksson x female reader #Leif Eriksson #Harald Sigurdsson x you #harald sigurdsson x reader #Harald Sigurdsson x female reader #King Canute x reader #King Canute x you #vikings netflix #vikings fanfiction #masterlist

[arcane-offerings]

Wilmar Tal. The Gnome Compendium: The Gnome Manuscript Part Three: Excerpts of the works of J.H.W. Eldermans. London: Troy Books, 2022. Paperback edition. 223 pages.

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[santoschristos]

In ancient Hebrew, Saturn is called 'Shabbathai'. Its angel is Cassiel. Its intelligence or beneficial spirit is Agiel (layga) and its spirit (darker aspect) is Zazel (lzaz).

Alpha-magical: Eldermans 1recurring Probably the circle is the same as the pendant. It has 4 names; ‘zazel’, ‘sorath’, ‘agiel’ and ‘nachiel’. The recurring original sigils in the middle.

[iclover]

( + ) NUEVA NOTIFICACIÓN: clover ha actualizado su perfil.

¿CONEXIONES RELEVANTES?

Anna, Benjamin, Marta. Hermanes. Hace un par de años que no vive con ninguno de ellos. Anna es enfermera, vive con su prometido y Marta (quien está por terminar su último año de secundaria). Benjamin vive en las residencias estudiantiles de la universidad donde estudia medicina. No se ven muy seguido por las ocupaciones que tienen todos.

¿LUGARES DE RECURRENCIA?

Wrigley Field (lugar de dispersión / ama el béisbol y va a cada partido posible). Two Olives Tattoo (lugar de trabajo entre semana). The Elderman (lugar de trabajo para los fines de semana).

¿MISCELANEOS REPRESENTATIVOS?

Animal: Zorro. Canción: Free - BROODS. Color: Terracota. Objeto: Las llaves de su Jeep Wrangler del 90.

#‘ 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 ✧ caja de pandora #cambié algunas cosas que llené en el form ? yes i did porque mi memoria apesta #y no ana no se parece a cassie shhhh

[manfrommars2049]

bis MK2 by Thomas Elderman via ImaginaryAirships

#ImaginaryAirships #YanniRotten

[faeseekerandy]

Full name: Nemesis Kida ( working name, it changes to Just Kida after the transformation)  

Alias: None

Gender: Whatever they’re in the mood for that day

Orientation: All over the place, Pan? Has no care about it

Age: Whatever she’s in the mood for that day ( shapeshifter )

Nationality/Species: She thinks she’s from the Greek pantheon but she was made in a test tube

Religion: Herself ( not a joke she’s like, if ima workship a god or goddess might as well be me )  

Western Zodiac: Lost to the ages

Eastern Zodiac: Lost to the ages

Element: Venom

Birth Stone: Coal

Blood-type: Poison

Personality Type: ESFP-T Entertainer 

Disabilities: Half a soul

Eye color: Black

Natural Hair Color: light blue almost white 

Natural Hair Type: moon shaped bangs in the center and three bangs on each side. It’s the only way to know its kida based on her hair as she shapeshifts but that hair style remains constant no matter what shape she takes, even things like fish or whales have that iconic hair to them.

Skin Color: Whatever she’s in the mood for that day, depends on the situation, she infiltrates and changes shape except for the hair

Height:  whatever she’s in the mood for

Weight: I dare not say

Appearance: shapeshifter, trickster, ext. can change not just herself but those around her like how Athena made Odysseus old.

Personality: Kida is a slug-like being created by the Powers (now rebranded as the Elderman ) for infiltration missions. The moment she comes in contact with the beings of the world she takes their essence and DNA becoming similar to beast boy. If she comes in contact with a God or Goddess she will take into herself all of their powers and make them her own. When the Furies purchased Kida from a traveling merchant she absorbed One ability from each of the furies, Alecto’s shapeshifting abilities, Megaera’s Divine sight, and Tysephone’s snake hair, hens why one of the furies is blind and the other one bald. She also absorbed the most dangerous and vicious aspects of the furie’s personality becoming extremely volatile, vengeful vindictive and toxic. She embodies the worst aspects of the furies. When Alecto Megaera and tysephone decided to become “the kindly ones”  they placed all of those aspects inside Kida and sealed her away in the mansion never to be seen again. Until Gil found her by accident and set her evil free into the world. The Name Kida is not her real name, its just the name given to her batch, stands for Kinetic Identity Devouring Ameba.  Its why she’s on a test tube in the cover of vol 1. When she is killed by the forth determining factor they are able to clone her thru her hair and the flipped off middle finger that were left after the fight. The KIDA Gil travels with is an enhanced clone after vol 5. She’s also extremely promiscuous and has over 190 children over 20,000 years of existing with 87 other partners and husbands that came and went, and a xenomorph too. She also has about 11 “adopted” children that she looks after. While being a horrible being that borders on the Lovecraftian she’s a devote mother and has never once neglected a single one of her extended family who have all survived to have children and grandchildren. There are entire villages of Kida descendants. She will do Everything in her Power to protect her children often doing amazing feats while doing so. The most important and pivotal event in the history of the universe, the defeat of the final abandon was done while Kida was protecting one of her babies.  

#the furies #furies #kida #gilgamesh #oc #oc art #character bio

[andypartridges]

Hello! im really really sorry to bother you! i dont mean to i just love the content you put out especially your xtc content!! you are truly doing gods work thank you so much!! i was just messaging to ask if you could write out what your English settlement zine says? I'm sorry some words i cant make out its okay if you cant or rather not! again super sorry for bothering you

omg hi yes anon of course i can !!! if i can improve accessibility then it's no bother to me at all. it's probably too long to transcribe all of it in this ask so i'll transcribe part 2 here.

i apologise in advance for any grammar issues or just general clunkiness with the writing - i just wrote everything down in the zine without any preplanning and just sort of brain dumped my thoughts onto the page :-)

transcript below the cut !

no need to look back at pictures of lost From the haunting opening notes of 'Runaways', it's evident that XTC's fifth studio album was telling a story with a darker tone. Now, in 2022, we mark the 40th anniversary since the release of 1982's English Settlement, a double LP that would not only become the band's highest charting album in the UK, but the favourite album for many XTC fans around the world. It's a commentary on many things: the ideals versus the reality of Britain, Thatcherism, loss, and at times, a cry for help. It was the band's first album to break the self imposed rule that all songs must be able to be replicated live, and as such, you can hear a sense of 'vastness' - a sense of colour in the music. It's XTC like never before.

England's Glory: a musical portrait of early 80s britain Britain in the late 70s became a country under the leadership of Conservative PM Margaret Thatcher. While she irrevocably fucked up the UK in many ways, one prime example was contributing to the rampant xenophobia that was only on the rise with her comments such as being 'swamped' by (nonwhite) immigrants. Comments such as these only fuelled the activities of far right groups such as the National Front, the organisation that our main character Graham joins in 'No Thugs In Our House'. Both this song and 'Knuckle Down' are a snapshot of 80s Britain: the former depicts the insidious nature of racism and the latter, a call to end such ways of thinking. Graham is an example of how groups like the NF target the impressionable with lies and imbue them with hatred. With no parental figures to rein him in, this bigotry only festers. It's an ugly side of England, but one that still exists and is very much real. We talk about the glory of this country, but these songs point out that for some, much glory is founded in the suffering of others.

Save Us From The Ball And Chain: a musical portrait of early 80s britain (pt. 2) In addition to the negative impacts Thatcher brought upon Britain, her economic policies have also gone down in infamy, namely the millions put out of work as a result. Yet, the most infamous was the Miners' Strike of 1984-85, a bitter battle between Thatcher and trade unions. Miners and their families relied on handouts, receiving no state benefits at all. The landscape of the events, combined with Thatcher's belief that people were unemployed because they simply didn't work hard enough, is brutally reflected in the English Settlement track 'Leisure'. The economic tensions and anxieties surrounding employment reverberate through the song - most notably in Andy's cries of "leiiii-LEISURE!" and the shrieking, discordant alto sax solo at the song's climax. The other clear response to Thatcherism on this album is the record's second track, 'Ball and Chain'. A song protesting the destruction of the Swindon town centre, it was, according to Colin, a statement about "when eldermans in council chambers were getting outrageously fatter on inner city clearances". In other words, textbook Tories.

It's More A Way You Have To Give: English Settlement on Love XTC have never shied away from writing love songs; in fact, they've written some of my favourite, if not all time favourite love songs. But English Settlement isn't really an album about love in the way that, say, Wasp Star is. In my opinion, there are only 2 songs about the subject of love on English Settlement, and only one of them is really a 'love song'. That song, 'Snowman', isn't even a happy love song - it's about a loveless relationship, one where the narrator feels spurned by his girlfriend's coldness. It's a song about the painful elements of love, about rejection and hurt. In fact, it contains one of my favourite XTC lyrics: "people will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it". It's just such a clever yet straightforward way of conveying the sentiment of being used, or being treated like you have no worth. Again, English Settlement isn't really an album about love at all, let alone an album that is sonically very joyful or celebratory - it is by far and away the opposite of that.

The other song I would argue is about love to an extent is 'All of a Sudden (It's Too Late)', a far more abstract composition - at least, lyrically - in comparison to 'Snowman', but a song that quite clearly touches upon the sentiment that we need love to survive and that we must realise this before there's nothing left to love and nothing left to give us love: "what can I say? why do we starve a thing that's near extinction? from day to day these weeds of fear are choking our conviction". Personally, I think it touches upon the idea that being sincere in regards to our emotions is always difficult - we're scared of making others feel uncomfortable, of being vulnerable and/or having that vulnerability exploited. So we hide our true feelings away, deep down inside of us - and then before we know it, the chance for honesty and truth is gone. The song is a reminder: tell someone you love them while you still can.

#thank you sm for your kind words too anon !! #i am just mentally unwell and overly reliant on xtc to make me feel like i have purpose in life <3 #again i apologise for this clunky ass writing LMAO u can tell i didn't think anyone would actually read it. although i think i actually #made some points abt all of a sudden it's too late #i'll also link to this transcription under the original zine post :-) #answered #xtc #english settlement #ship's log

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