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water-you-doing-bro · 10 months

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Breathing

Requesting by a sweet anon for poly jercy + their oc Isãbella, the daughter of Thanatos! Fair warning, this is my first time writing jercy and I haven’t read it in a while so idk how well this is gonna work out [sweat drop] I hope you like it, nonnie! <33 Characters: Percy, Jason, OFC Pairings: Percy/Jason/OFC Warnings: none that I can think of but please don't hesitate to let me know if I should add anything! Word Count: 2,867

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Things had been quiet lately. That should have been the first sign that things were about to go to shit.

But after everything, everyone just wanted to relax and take the time to heal. They let the drop in monster attacks and the lack of prophecies lull them into a false sense of security and now they were paying for it.

It started off as a normal enough day. Isãbella got up, showered, and met her boys outside so they could walk to the pavilion for breakfast together.

“Good morning, boys,” she said, smiling and biting back a laugh. Jason was dressed, bright-eyed and bushy tailed as ever. Percy, however, was leaning heavily into Jason’s side, head dropped on the blonde’s shoulder as he drooled. His hair was a mess, as always, and he was still wearing his pajamas.

Isã pecked his cheek and giggled when he mumbled something that could have been anything from ‘good morning’ to ‘fuck off.’ He really wasn’t a morning person.

Together, she and Jason dragged Percy to the pavilion and sat him down at the Poseidon table. Isã ignored the rules, as usual, and sat with him, while Jason had to go sit alone at the Zeus table. But he was only alone until Leo skipped over and plopped down beside him, also as usual, with a complete and utter disregard for the rules.

After breakfast, with Percy now fully awake and fit to bursting with energy, they went to the arena to spar together, training in each other’s weapons.

Percy and Isã were both quick to pick up the spear from Jason. Percy because he was, infuriatingly enough, a natural with just about any weapon he got his hands on, and Isã because it was close enough to her scythe that she made the adjustments easily. Jason already had experience with a sword, so he had a leg to stand on, but Isã struggled a bit with the difference in reach and weight distribution. Both of her boys were absolutely terrible with a scythe, though, and Isã had a field day watching them swing the top-heavy weapon around with no finesse.

Once they’d had enough of that for the day, and after they’d cleaned up, Percy bundled them into his car and drove them back to the city to visit his mom, Paul, and little baby Estelle. They had to stop to fill up on gas a few miles from the city. Percy pulled into a little run-down gas station and Jason went inside to buy them drinks.

Isã chatted absently with Percy while he pumped gas, her leaning against the side of the car and Percy against the gas pump. Only a few minutes had passed before there was a loud crash from inside the building and they heard Jason yell.

Isã and Percy were both moving in an instant. Riptide sprung to life in Percy’s hand and Isã summoned her scythe Theristí̱s, Reaper, into her hand and the world seemed to darken as they barreled into the little shop.

“Jason!” She snarled when she saw the cyclops towering over Jason and lunged without a second thought. She swung Reaper with a guttural cry. The monster whirled around and caught her blade on his club with a laugh.

“Little spawn of Death, huh?” he chuckled and dodged her next swing. “I haven’t met one of you before.” he smirked. “Not often that dear old Thanatos meets a mortal and leaves them alive long enough to get pregnant, let alone actually give birth to the monstrosity. Though I guess he came back for her soon enough, huh?” He leered at her, and Isãbella saw red.

Her mom was a bit of a sore spot, and apparently this random cyclops had managed to figure that out. She’d met her dad, learned about the demigod world, and lost her mom all in one terrible, horrible night. Amanda Rivera was the most wonderful, kind-hearted woman and she had been the best mother to someone as weird as Isãbella had been growing up. And then one night, when she was eight years old, Isã had woken up in the middle of the night to a loud crash coming from the living room.

She’d crawled out of bed and snuck down the hall. She peeked around the corner and saw a giant, monstrous black dog snarling at her mom. Her mom was waving a weird, glowing stick at it and yelling. There was a weird twisting in her tummy and it was scaring her. Then the big dog had lunged at her mom and they both screamed. Something dark and scary burst inside her belly and suddenly the dog was looking right at her with glowing red eyes. Isãbella lunged for the weird glowing stick her mom had dropped and in a blind panic, swung it at the dog. It exploded into a weird golden dust and Isã just stood there for a moment, panting. She was confused and scared and she wanted her mom. But when she turned to find her, she saw red soaking into their carpet and a strange man cradling a second, sorta see-through copy of her mom in his arms. He had long black hair, ghostly pale skin, and huge, dark wings sprouting from his back. He promised to be right back after he took her mom ‘home’ and when he returned, he explained that he was her father and she was a demigod. She got brought into the world of gods and monsters the hard way, like most demigods did unfortunately. After explaining everything to her, Thanatos had scooped her up and carried her to Camp Half-Blood where she lived in the Hermes Cabin as just one more unclaimed little girl with no family and no home.

When she turned twelve, however, Thanatos had appeared in the middle of the night and taken her away from Camp. He explained that there was a war coming and he did not want to lose her to it. So he trained her and kept her hidden away from the other gods. Took her with him to collect souls and disguised her as a nymph so no one would question it. She learned to harness her powers and how to defend herself.

After Kronos was defeated, Thanatos sent her to another camp, Camp Jupiter, to help Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, as an ambassador of the Underworld to the Romans because apparently there were Romans now. She and Nico grew close pretty fast, and she helped him resurrect his sister Hazel, even though she knew it meant something had happened to her dad.

When Percy Jackson suddenly showed up at Camp Jupiter with no memories except for his best friends’ names, she had tried to stay away. But Percy was magnetic. He drew you in without even trying and before you knew it, he’d dragged you down into the undertow and there was no escaping it even if you’d wanted to. She hadn’t had the chance to get to know him when he first arrived at Camp Half-Blood since her father had snatched her away barely a year after he arrived. But now, she could see why everyone was so drawn to him, why Nico loved him.

Then she’d met Jason Grace and he was almost Percy’s polar opposite. Where Percy was dark and wild, almost blurry around the edges like a glitching video game, Jason was bright and rigid, all sharp edges with fraying seams like a paper that had been folded and unfolded too many times until it was on the cusp of falling apart. Where Percy wore his heart on his sleeve and put love and friends and family and loyalty above all else, Jason was hard to read, keeping his emotions close to his chest and putting duty and honor before all.

But they were also so terribly similar. They both exuded a warmth and calm that made you feel safe and loved and protected. They both fought with a vicious fury for what they believed it. Neither of them knew when to quit or how to say no. They both gave all of themselves when asked, put everything they had into everything they did. They were both stubborn and gentle and unwaveringly kind. They both had a terrible habit of self-sacrifice and were prone to aggressive overprotectiveness.

Really it was no wonder they fell for each other. And it was no wonder that Isãbella fell for both of them.

When Percy fell into Tartarus with Annabeth, unwilling to let his best friend suffer alone, Jason had just about fallen apart. All of them had. When they got Percy and Annabeth back, as soon as Percy woke up, Jason had pulled him into a desperate kiss and begged him to never do that again.

Isã had been okay, at first, watching from afar. She was content to just be their friend, even if she wished they could be more. But then Cupid had to go and fuck with them, forcing Nico to out himself and forcing her to admit her crushes on both Jason and Percy. It was rough, and it hurt, but they would have managed. Except Jason had been there, had heard and seen and witnessed it all and Isã knew that she was going to lose them forever.

Except then Jason had hugged her and told her he loved her and Percy loved her too but they had both been too scared that she would find it weird to date both of them while they were also dating each other but he was so happy she felt the same but he also assured her that he wouldn’t say anything to Percy until she was ready and he promised Nico that he wouldn’t tell anyone about his secret without his permission.

For a few weeks, everything had been perfect and Isãbella could almost forget that they were facing the end of the world. Nico had taken off with Reyna, Coach Hedge, and the Athena Parthenos to shadow travel them back to Camp Half-Blood and hopefully stop the two camps from going to war while the rest of them sailed off towards Greece to face down the Giants.

Sometimes, Isã felt like she shouldn’t be there. She wasn’t a part of the prophecy, she wasn’t one of the Seven, but the others assured her that with an extra pair of hands and her rather terrifying weapon, well, the more the merrier, right? And she quickly found that she could talk to Nico in their dreams.

Death and Dreaming were closely related after all, and her father had told her that she might have some control over dreams. So she was able to keep her friends updated on Nico’s progress and keep Nico updated on how everyone else was doing as well. She played messenger between her friends on the Argo II and people back at the camps, trying to stall the battle long enough for Nico to arrive with the Athena Parthenos and for the Argo II to arrive at the Parthenon in Greece and put an end to the Giants.

When Gaea woke, and Jason and Leo and Percy had faced off against her (to storm or fire the world must fall) she had been terrified. The dark, twisting sensation she felt in her gut whenever someone died and their soul was ready to be passed on to the Afterlife was omnipresent that whole fight. She couldn’t rely on it to tell her if one of her boys was dying because so many demigods and monsters were dying all around her, her senses were overwhelmed with deathdeathdeath and it was all she could do to stay grounded in her body enough to be aware of her surroundings.

She felt her wings explode into the physical plane, so dark they seemed to suck the light out of the air surrounding her. With a mighty flap, she had launched herself into the air and sent shadows rippling across the battlefield. She cut through monsters and pulled their essences into her shadowy wings, calling them into Death and holding them there.

She tried not to focus on the hurricane and the firestorm and the raging winds behind her, couldn’t afford to split her attention like that. Still, she prayed to her father that they would be safe. She knew the prophecy, knew that one of them was going to die (an oath to keep with a final breath) and she didn’t want to lose any of her new friends. But selfishly, so gods damned selfishly, she couldn’t help but pray that it was anyone but Jason or Percy.

When the dust settled and the battle was over and she could finally, finally shift her focus, she was met with the sight of Jason and Percy stumbling to shore, their arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders for support. She launched herself into the air once more and flew over as fast as she could. At the sight of their grief-stricken faces, she knew Leo was gone, that he had given his life to bring Gaea down. She pulled her boys close to her and wrapped them safely in her arms and cocooned them within her shadowy wings even as they flickered and began to disappear back into their plane of existence as her emotions dropped.

Things had been hard, afterword, with funerals and rebuilding and trying to make amends and create a relationship between the two camps. Then Leo came back, Calypso in tow. Then the camps were rebuilt, Greeks making friends with Romans and Romans making friends with Greeks.

Things were finally getting better.

But then a monster attacked Jason in a little run-down gas station just outside NYC and suddenly Isãbella felt all of eight years old again, watching her mom get attacked by a beast she had no name for.

She screamed, something raw and primal exploding inside her as she lunged once more at the cyclops. At some point, she’d dropped her scythe, so she drew the knives she kept hidden in her sleeves. Her wings burst into existence, sending cheap shelves crashing to the floor and breaking through decaying wood. It was cramped and she had no room to use them but in her blinding rage she could not will them away so she simply pulled them in tight to her back and ignored them.

Somewhere, Isã could hear Percy yelling at her to stop, to calm down, but he was easy to ignore with the rushing in her ears and focus instead on the sound of the cyclops’ laugh. She snarled viciously and the lights in the small store exploded.

They were plunged into darkness.

No light streamed through the windows even though it was just past noon, and Isã knew that the only light the others could see in the room were her bright, silver eyes as they glowed and the glint of her teeth when she gave the monster a feral grin.

She could see in the dark perfectly well, but the cyclops couldn’t. Therefore, it never saw her coming when she snuck up behind it and slit its throat with her knife.

She watched as it choked, then crumbled to dust, mind blank.

Sunlight slowly seeped through the windows and illuminated the store once more and she felt her wings flicker out of the physical plane.

She kicked the pile of dust and spat on it for good measure before turning to finally check on her boyfriends.

Jason was sitting up now, leaning against Percy’s side and blinking at her dazedly. Percy watched her calmly, his arm wrapped around Jason’s shoulders.

“He’s alright, Isã,” Percy said softly, no doubt reading the lingering fear and worry in her tense muscles. “He’s probably got a small concussion but it’s nothing a little ambrosia won’t fix.”

Isãbella let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and walked over to them, dropping to her knees. She reached out to cradle Jason’s cheek and let out a shaky breath. He gave her a tired smile and leaned into her palm. She reassured herself that she could not sense Death lingering around them, couldn’t feel her father’s presence about to swallow the warmth surrounding them in that moment, and finally let herself relax.

She dropped her head on Jason’s shoulder and took a moment to just breathe. She hated seeing either of her boys hurt, it gutted her and twisted at something deep in her chest every time it happened.

Jason shifted and gently kissed her temple. She felt Percy start running his hands through her hair.

“Come on,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to her crown. “Let’s get outta here. Can’t keep Estelle waiting forever.”

She let out a watery laugh, not entirely sure when she’d started crying, and helped Percy pull Jason to his feet. There was ambrosia waiting in the car and once they’d broken off a corner for him to eat, Jason would be right as rain.

They made it to Sally’s apartment just in time for a late lunch while helping her bake blue chocolate chip cookies.

#eliot writes #fulfilling a request #percy jackson #jason grace #hoo #pjo #heroes of olympus #oc #jercy #its kinda light sorry #other characters mentioned #isabella rivera (oc)#I'm not quite sure what else to tag so let me know if I should add anything!!

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demons-i-get · 10 months

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Hello, hello, my darlings!

You can call me Spencer or Dean! Pronouns are They/He please!

I am a writer and would LOVE to take requests!

First things first tho, some Dos and Don'ts:

Look, I'm not gonna bite your head off if you're into wincest bc let's be real there's just no escaping it in this fandom and I actually don't care bc they're fictional characters. However, I personally prefer to avoid it so please don't send any requests for it pls and thx ❤️

Anything else I think should be okay, and I will amend this post if I find anything else that's a hard no <3

Gore and violence and blood are perfectly fine <3 however Dean is my blorbo and specialist little guy and comfort character and I tend to prefer to whump on him so while other characters are of course welcome and I will gladly whump or h/c or fluff or whatever them for you, I can't promise that I'll get them in character or that I won't accidentally end up making it all about Dean 😅

PLEASE DO NOT request anything ✨️spicey ✨️ I am sex-repulsed asexual and would really rather not read or write anything explicit. Occasionally, I might imply/reference off-screen sex but mostly I avoid it.

I am not a big fan of reading or writing x reader or 2nd person narration, so please don't request that because I will not do it and I will feel very bad about telling you no even though my boundaries are listed here 😅

Be as specific or as vague as you like! Ramble and rant and word vomit at me or just send in a short prompt and a character, I don't care! I just want us all to have fun here ❤️

If you're ever not sure about something you want to request, you can always send in an ask (on or off anon) or message me and I'll be happy to let you know further details/specifics of about what I'd be willing to write for you! ❤️

Other Things to Know!

I'm a Dean simp first and a human being second 😘

I have seen every episode of Supernatural 💪

Destiel shipper!!!

I am not afraid of the block button and I will not answer hate, it will be deleted. If I can't tell if you're being rude or mean, I will answer merely expressing my confusion (privately if you're off anon for asks) and I will do my best not to jump to conclusions!

I like to think I'm a pretty chill person, so please don't be afraid to talk to me! I would love to interact with y'all ^-^

I do have a nasty potty mouth, but I'm pretty sure most of us in this fandom are the same way lmao

THIS IS A SIDE BLOG!!!!! My main is @invalid-author and you can check that out for non-spn related stuff! I also have Percy Jackson (@water-you-doing-bro) and Criminal Minds (@pretty-boy-baby-girl) specific side-blogs as well so feel free to check them out!

All my writing (including hcs) can be found under the tag #dean writes

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Can't think of anything else at the moment, but if I do I'll update this post!

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#supernatural #pinned post #dean writes #dean answers #fulfilling a request #dean talks #writing info #writing requests #lol can you tell i switched from writing this on my phone to writing it on my computer lmao

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sweatermuppet · 1 year

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[Image ID: a black and white typography edit that reads "chivalry is not dead... chivalry is transsexual." in an old western-style font. there are a pair of work gloves, a pair of boots, a pair of pruning shears, and a single rose on the stem. the entire image is textured to look aged and photocopied. /End ID]

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#finally fulfilled a request. unheard of #silas denver melvin #sweatermuppet #trans #trans artist #graphic design #typography #lgbt #queer #pride #transsexual #butch #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #queer art #queer artist

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nelkcats · 8 months

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Help is just a click away

Danny was bored, it's not something new, the Infinite Realms were not the epitome of fun and the portals had been closed after the fight he had with his parents. It was safer that way, no one could get hurt, humans or ghosts.

That didn't mean the halfa couldn't miss them: his family, his friends, or the life he had before. All he had left were the ghosts, which was fine, but it wasn't enough. He felt unbalanced, unwell.

Clockwork told him it was because of his obsession, his obsession to help and protect was being fulfilled but only halfway. He had enough ectoplasm to last a lifetime but Danny was a human too, he needed to see the stars, to help people. He needed it desperately.

Clockwork noticed this and seeing that the boy could not return to his original dimension, he gave him permission to travel to the DC universe as long as he was careful. It was unlikely that they would attack the halfa there, they were all "special" and Danny would go unnoticed. But the boy still wanted to help.

So he formed a small business. He created a simple app and granted help to anyone who made a request. From saving a kitten from the trees to transporting very heavy packages.

It worked wonders and lowered his stress levels greatly. Danny thought he could get used to it, until people started making stranger requests and before he knew it, the so-called "Justice League" was at his door. Of course, he escaped, although that probably didn't help sell his innocence.

#dpxdc #immortal danny #he was bored #and missed his dimension too much #and felt incomplete #He missed his dimension too much #even if everything had ended terribly #Clockwork became his guardian #and tried to encourage him as best as possible #but it was obvious that Danny needed to satisfy his human side #so he allowed him to go to the DC dimension as long as he returned to the Realms frequently #Danny started his business almost for free and in a short time he felt better #until he was asked to save the world and stop a couple of military ships #He fulfilled the request without much problem #but apparently it caught the attention of the League #Danny escaped because he didn't want to be found out #Clockwork warned him that he would not let him enter another dimension if he drew attention and put himself in danger #dp x dc #dc x dp #The League is very worried #a supposedly harmless app became popular #simple requests were made most of the time #but someone desperate asked for something much more complicated #and the person in charge of the app managed to fulfill it #Jason wonders if he should ask for the Joker's death #Not all requests are accepted but maybe if he ask insistently

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superhaught · 9 days

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Sweetest Girl

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): slight reference to bad home life for reader?

Word Count: 1700, Part 1/?

Anonymous Asked: hello! I was wondering if I could request a regina x fem!reader fic where the the reader is known as the sweetest girl in school that everyone loves and regina is like “what’s so great about her” and just ends up falling in love with her

Enjoy! I intend to keep this one going :D

Regina knew that she wasn’t excelling in her chemistry course this year but she certainly didn’t think she was failing. But the teacher asked her to stay behind after class and gave her a solemn look as she explained that with Regina’s most recent test score (which was, admittedly, abysmal), her overall grade in the class would drop from barely passing to failing.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I’m a senior, it’s not like I can retake this class!” Regina griped, beginning to feel her stomach turn over in panic.

“Calm down, Miss George. You still have time to improve your grade. I’d recommend that you start working with a tutor. One of your classmates is available for such an arrangement as it turns out. She’s a very gifted student who is doing quite well in this class. She will likely tutor you not expecting anything at all in return. Are you willing to reach out to her?”

Regina crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

Regina’s teacher formed a thin-lipped smile, “No, Miss George. You don’t.”

Regina took the slip of paper with the tutor’s contact info scribbled on it from the teacher and left the classroom for her locker in a huff.

Gretchen and Karen were waiting for her and immediately, Gretchen was hounding the blonde in concern, “is everything okay, Regina? What did the teacher want?”

Regina sighed, “I’m failing. I need a tutor, I guess.”

“Oh no!!!” Gretchen exclaimed.

Karen tapped into the conversation in a brief moment of focus and said, “don’t worry, Regina. I failed chemistry last year and had to be tutored, too.”

Regina rolled her eyes, “yes Karen, and you fucked your chemistry tutor instead of studying.”

Karen smiled, “oh yeah!”

Gretchen chimed in, “well, it’s going to be okay Regina. I bet you’ll do really well if someone can take their time to explain the concepts to you. Do you know who will tutor you?”

Regina nodded, “yeah, the teacher gave me this name. Someone in my class.” Regina passed the slip of paper to Gretchen.

When the small brunette read the name she made an excited sound, “oh! I know her, she’s the sweetest ever! You’ll like her Regina. She’s like, the nicest girl in the school.”

Regina narrowed her eyes and snatched the paper back, “why would I like the nicest girl in school? She sounds like a try-hard… What makes her so great?”

You were enjoying your lunch outside in the courtyard because it was a sunny day out. You scrolled through your phone and an email notification caught your eye so you opened it right away. The email read: Hey, I need a chemistry tutor. Teacher gave me your name. Can you? -Regina George

Oh, wow. You thought. Regina George wants me to tutor her?

You typed your response back and sent it off with a whoosh: Hi Regina, I’m happy to help! Do you want to meet to go over logistics today after school? I’ll be in the library if you want to swing by :) you can also feel free to text me if that’s easier

You sent Regina your phone number at the end of the email and in a few minutes, you got a text from, presumably, Regina. She said, “okay whatever” then another few seconds passed and she sent another text, “this is Regina, obviously.”

You responded, “haha yes, I figured!”

The little bubble that indicated she was typing popped up for a long moment and then disappeared. Then it popped back up and turned into a simple text, “k.”

Later that same day, you were sitting in the library doing your homework in the welcome peace and quiet. As you were working, you saw the blonde out of the corner of your eye.

Regina walked down the half staircase into the library and flipped her hair over her shoulder, her tote bag hung from the crook of her elbow, and her other hand held an iced latte notably not from the student-run cafe but instead from the Starbucks down the road from the school.

Regina approached your table and plopped her bag down on the floor and pulled out the chair across from you, “went to get a coffee before meeting you, hope you don’t mind. You didn’t want anything did you?”

You smiled and shook your head, “I don’t mind, and no thank you, I’m okay. I don’t drink coffee.”

Regina raised an eyebrow as she sat down, “you don’t drink coffee? How do you survive?”

You laugh lightly, “I guess I’ve never really needed it, and I prefer tea anyway.”

“Huh…” Regina didn’t seem satisfied with your answer but she dropped it, “so, do you just stay here to do homework after school?”

“Usually, yeah! I like to get as much done as I can before the library closes.”

“Why would you want to spend more time in this godforsaken school?”

You swallowed hard, “Oh, um… just ‘cause.”

“Kay…”

“So, do you want to talk about tutoring for chemistry?”

“Sure.”

“Okay great, do you know how often you want to meet or how many hours you want to do per week?”

“Christ, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay!” You assured her, “let’s just start with two hours a week for now. We can meet twice a week for one hour each and see if that feels good or if we need to work more or drop down to just an hour.”

“Alright.”

“Does this time work for you?”

“Yeah.”

“And what about another day in the week?” You asked.

Regina shrugged, “Thursdays?”

“Perfect!” You jotted down a note of the schedule in your planner.

“Do you tutor a lot?” Regina asked, then sipped her coffee.

“Not super often. When I do, it’s usually because a teacher recommended me.”

“Are you like a teachers pet or something?”

“I don’t know, I just like helping.”

Regina was silent for a moment. She was considering you. Examining you.

“So for chemis-“ you began.

“You know, it’s like weird how nice you are. Like, it’s off putting.”

“Oh… off putting?”

“Yeah, ya know. Like you don’t have to be nice all the time, or for free. Not everyone deserves kindness.”

“I mean, I disagree, but-“

“I can pay you, you know. For tutoring me, I mean.”

“You don’t have to, though. I don’t need you to.”

Regina scoffed, “you’re just gonna give me your time and energy for nothing?”

“Yes. I just want to help. It’s not transactional.”

“Oh, you sweet thing. Everything is transactional. Maybe you don’t want my money but you expect to get something out of this, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t.”

You were frustrated, “how do you know that? You don’t know me or what I’d do!”

“No one does anything for free. No one performs a service for free. No one is that nice.” Regina took another drink of her coffee.

“Are you trying to ruin this?”

Regina raised an eyebrow again but was quick to respond, “am I making you mad?”

“You’re frustrating me. I’m just trying to do a nice thing.”

“So you don’t want me to question your motives?”

“No! I mean…” you huffed angrily, you felt your cheeks grow increasingly red and hot, “there is no motive.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Look, do you want my help or not?”

“I want to be tutored. What I don’t want is to owe you anything.”

“You don’t owe me anything!”

Regina’s expression turned into the slightest smirk as she stood up from the table and grabbed her tote bag off the floor, “I’ll meet you again on Thursday to review this week’s course materials. When I see you again, I expect an answer about what exactly it is you hope to get out of doing this for me.”

With that, Regina turned and left the library, her hair swishing behind her.

You hadn’t noticed until then, but you had crumpled up a piece of paper in your hand during that conversation.

Thursday came around too soon for your liking. You had no answer for Regina’s demand, other than the truth, which you didn’t want to tell her.

At 4:05 pm sharp, Regina waltzed down the stairs into the library once again, tote bag in hand, removing her sunglasses in an elegant motion, a drink carrier from Starbucks with two drinks in her other hand.

You watched as Regina gracefully spit her chewing gum into a trash can on her way while walking up to your table.

She took one of the cups out of the drink carrier and set it down in front of you, “chai latte. Is that okay?”

Your jaw dropped open a bit as you stared stupidly at the drink and then back up at her, “y-yeah… that’s really nice, thank you.”

Regina didn’t sit down, “do you have an answer for me?”

You sighed, “you really won’t accept that I just want to help you out?”

Regina wordlessly shook her head.

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were shaking slightly, so you hid them under the table in your lap and kept your eyes averted from Regina as you whispered, “I do what I can to avoid spending time at home.”

Regina remained silent.

You looked back up at her. Her jaw was set and she had a severe expression. You watched her exhale a heavy breath through her nose, nostrils flaring, then she sat down across from you and dropped her bag onto the floor.

“Okay,” she said simply. “Let’s get started then.”

You spent the next hour reviewing that week's chemistry lessons with Regina.

When you decided to stop for that evening, Regina reached across the table and wrote something into your notebook.

“There, that’s my address. You don’t have to check in with me, or anything, you can just come over whenever you want to.”

“Regina, are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. My mom loves having company to entertain, and there’s plenty of space in my room for you to be comfortable and do work.”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about, ‘thank you?’”

You laughed and nodded, “thank you, Regina. Really.”

The blonde stood up and returned her notes to her bag, “‘course. See ya tomorrow in class.”

“See you then…”

#regina george x reader #regina george fanfiction #regina george renee rapp #mean girls 2024 #regina george fluff #mean regina george #my fanfiction #my writing #original writing #fem reader #anonymous request #request fulfilled

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habken · 2 months

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i would like to see shouto eating various cleaning supplies

#this fulfills my monthly quota of drawing requests I won’t be doing any more unless you give me fifty dollars #ask

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itsphantasmagoria · 10 months

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Scorpius is a tiny bean and I love him 😭😭😭

I asked @ladderofyears what I should draw (I've been swamped with fest things and wanted to draw for fun! SO MANY FEST THINGS) and she asked for Drarry dads napping with their lil peanut Scorpius, and I will take any excuse to draw him 🥰

#Scorpius obviously gets his sleep habits from Harry #his lil mushed face 😭#its kinda hidden but Harrys face probably looks just as mushed #and hes probably drooling on Draco #but its ok because thats Harry's sweater anyway because Draco steals his things #drarry #drarry art #drarry fanart #draco x harry #request fulfilled #itsphantasmagoria

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ninjapaste · 6 days

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Draw Pearl with 7 eleven big gulp

this is why I make art

#also the other requests will be fulfilled dw! its just taking ages #i have a lot of school work right now #art #splatoon #digital art #artwork #fanart #clip studio paint #digital drawing #pearl #pearl splatoon #marina ida #pearl houzuki #ask #art request

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joyfuladorable · 9 months

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Mikey and Raph being besties and rassling (From the book Lean, Green Smackdown Machine!)

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt 2003 book scans #they're soooooooo <3 <3 <3 #message me if you want the link to the gdrive folder!#I'll be adding more over the next week or so #however long it takes for my requests to be fulfilled #again y'all #libraries fucking ROCK #says I who is biased cuz I work at one lol #also everyone thank battle-nexus for inspiring me and go look at their own scans

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yuki-mii · 8 months

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"Aren't you going to dance with Claude?"

#fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #fe3h #dimiclaude #dmcl #they're always dancing in my heart #sorry i draw super slow #i am still going thru the requests n suggestions from before #thank u for all the dmcl requests im more than happy to fulfill

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sphyrne · 7 months

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art of the vimes family really makes me feel like

#discworld #samuel vimes #young sam #sam vimes #sybil ramkin #traditional art #this is fulfilling 2 requests #and i did sybil as well bc. well. she. need i say more

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mamayan · 8 months

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i’m here for my reward

can shiggy please piss in my mouth 🙏🏼

thank you yannie ♡

Are you sure you don’t want the kidney too? One incel depraved Shiggy comin’ up♡ Tbh I’ve had this fantasy for a while in my keep for later box. Might expand upon later for all his kinks!

☆彡Game Time★彡

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

CW: Incel Gamer Shiggy • NSFW • Piss Swallowing • Piss Kink • Oral (M) • Degradation (F) • Humiliation (F) • Sub! Reader • DubCon (¿) • Praise (F) • Masturbation (F) • Shiggy is a disgusting dirtbag whom I love ♡

The clicking of the controller was beginning to grate on your nerves.

Your eyes left the phone screen in your hand, tracking his form hunched over in his gaming chair. He hadn’t moved in nearly five hours, still in the same position as when you’d returned home.

Clicking your tongue, you decided it was up to you to save his spine. Only thing that could pull him from this new game was either sex or a blowjob. You still ached from last night, his handling ruthless as he fucked his frustration out on you.

Not that you minded.

Slipping from the bed and your warm cocoon, you padded over stained carpet and kicked aside a few leftover takeout containers to reach his perch in front of the Tv. The room dark without the bright HD flat screen illuminating the space with whatever zombie horror game he was playing. His dark hoodie pulled over his greasy locks, his sweat pants low on his hips with his feet glued to the chair. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but it hardly mattered as you dropped to your knees in front of his chair, not blocking the screen. Least you incur his rage for making him lose.

He’s already lost a multitude of times now, frustration mounting similarly to yesterday, but with a renewed vigor to beat this level.

Even with your pretty face trying to get between his legs, he hardly acknowledges you. When your soft hands reach for his waist band, he’s even helpful in allowing you to tug them down. Normally he’d have glanced down by now, taken in your sultry gaze and sneered. His eyes remain glued to the screen, hands deftly moving as he actually begins advancing.

You’re sold. Happily gripping his half hard cock in your hands, giving a few pumps as he begins to swell fully, girth and length growing under your touch. You know better than to tease him, not now at least. You don’t hesitate to lean into his lap, his torso straightening to allow you closer. Your wet hot mouth breathing over his twitching reddened cock head, the musk and sweat from gaming all day without moving not the most pleasant. It doesn’t matter, your tongue flicking out to lick from the base, over a thick vein which runs from under his shaft, and up to the soft head where you swirl over the slit. Drooling over his cock and slicking him up nicely, earning a low groan and grunt as you swallow half of him. He doesn’t buck or force you further, and you’re even more emboldened as you slowly begin to work him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and allowing your breathing to lengthen. Taking deeper breathes in and slowly letting it out as you finally feel a low burn in your throat as your lips touch wiry deep blue pubic hair. Your nose nuzzling in as you finally take him completely into your throat.

Normally he’d ruin it. Push your head or grind too deep and force you up to cough and suck in air while panicked.

He seems too focused and concentrated to bother with you though, and it’s a good opportunity to enjoy giving him head instead of fighting not to pass out while he face fucks you. Languidly letting your tongue move around his cock, you begin a rhythmic bobbing motion, finding a calmness to this sort of intimacy. It even has your cunt throbbing, thighs rubbing together as you greedily allow a hand to slip into your underwear. It’s enough to have you moaning as you collect your own arousal to slick your clit and softly roll around it. Building your own release as you did his, happy to really take him deep as he huffs and pants above you. The way he’s leaning doesn’t allow you to look up, and with his thighs spread on either side of your head, it’s hard to pay attention to anything but his dick in your throat.

Your moans and whimpers aren’t dismissed by Tomura though. He’s quite aware you’re getting yourself off like some sort of cam slut while taking his cock in your filthy mouth. He knows you’re shaking your dripping cunt and shoving your fingers inside, but he’s winning right now, shockingly able to focus better as he feels his cock twitch in your tight contracting throat.

“Fuck— don’t think of stopping slut, you better take my load straight into your stomach— hhsss,” he hisses in pleasure and irritation as his balls tighten, your free hand moving to fondle and roll his nuts between your little fingers. His shoulders hunch, but his dark tired red eyes don’t even close anymore as he nears the close of his level. He’s sweating, jerking a bit but trying his damndest not to lose this fucking game again even as his lower stomach burns painfully for release. You’re not stupid enough to slow down either, working his slobbery cock between your lips and in your mouth much like the slut he calls you. Messily squelching and noisily sucking, nearly an ASMR for blowjobs for any loser listening in.

Your eyes water, his orgasm prolonged due to your initial slowness to enjoy the sensations of his cock, but you aren’t deterred as your own orgasm nears, your cunt nearly as loud as your mouth from how wet you are. Moving your hips just right, you struggle to push your own fingers just deep enough to rub where you want them, to stretch yourself out enough to really feel it. If Tomura bothered to look down, he’s see a debauched and beautiful sight, your soaked face and watery eyes desperately trying to swallow his cock while you get yourself off.

“That’s it, ugh, dumb mouth is good for something huh? Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” his teeth are gritted, face nearly enraged as his eyes pop wide and lips tear a little at the corners, not realizing he’d been drooling while panting. His eyes don’t move from the screen even as you yelp, his thighs moving to wrap around your head and face as he shifts his hips up to push too deep down your throat. His feet act like a vice lock around your neck.

Gagging you as your tears leak like a broken fountain, trying to shake your head or pull away.

He cums harder than he ever has before, the burning in his cock making his own eyes water, but still his hands don’t stop until he finally enters through a save portal. He’s laughing now, his game saving as he finally beats this shitty level, finally allowing his eyes to look down as your hands pathetically try to push him off so you can breathe.

Your eyes are open and reddened, snot and tears running down your face and ruining your mascara. You’re a pitiful sight for sore eyes.

“Haha! What’s wrong whore? You wanted this! Who put my fucking cock in your mouth huh?!” He’s elated, moaning and humping your face while he sets his controller aside to dig his hands into the torn armrest cushion as he empties his balls into your stomach.

“Fuck I gotta piss, fuck fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!”

“Mngh!!” You can’t get away, not even mindful of biting down as you feel your throat beginning to throb in a burning pain, already having swallowed all of his cum.

“You wanna drink my piss slut? Fuck you do, don’t you? Haha! Okay Princess, anything for you~” He’s manic, so high from the harsh orgasm and delayed gratification of beating this level. It’s a bit odd at first, feeling your warm tight throat around him not his usual comfort as he unloads, but he relaxes quick enough as he moans, eyes rolling back as he begins to piss down your throat.

Like his hot cum, this wretched load goes straight into your stomach, and you’re unable to stop the cough which chokes his dick and yourself as Tomura finally unlocks his legs. His quick grip in your hair prevents you from escaping as he holds his semi-limp dick cackling, you’re helpless as you finally drag in air through your mouth, as his rancid piss hits your tongue and face. You’re forced to swallow more as you feel your lungs burning even now.

“Look at you Princess! Finally got ya that new moisturizer!” He only finds it hilarious, breathing heavily as he finishes all over your body. His eyes track down your sorry figure, landing on your hand still shoved down your pants and moving.

Your shudder and gargled noises finally stopping as you go limp against his thigh, resting as you pant and twitch.

“Dirty little slut, did my piss push you over? Fuck that’s hot, hey,” a tap against your face has your eyes wearily looking up.

He looks insane.

“Let’s do that again, this time I want you to piss on me while you cum.” His smile makes fear and anticipation blossom inside your stomach.

#not proof read!#tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki smut #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #tomura x reader smut #fem! reader #x reader #bnha #mha #incel Shiggy #incel shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader smut #request fulfilled #gamer shiggy x reader #shiggy fuckers come get y’all juice #Yan loves her mooties

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nelkcats · 1 year

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The Favor

When Youngblood became a ghost he actually didn't think he would be so lonely. It was stressful and annoying, being so young, watching the years go by but never being able to move on or change. He was a child who died, and the only way for him to feel like a child again was to play.

But even then he felt invisible. That made his powers listen to his wishes and cause no adult to see him. And maybe that was for the better, adults were scary, adults could hurt you. They wouldn't understand.

Meeting the other ghosts was both a blessing and a curse. Everyone saw him as a kid, some thought he was annoying and others played with him. He was grateful to Ember for spending so much of her time being a pirate, but he didn't want to take up so much of her time. It made him feel guilty.

When Danny became King and the ghost kid heard that he was destined to help the other ghosts, Youngblood plucked up his courage and asked him for a favor: Find him a friend. One alive that wanted to play and never get bored of it.

Danny took the task very seriously, looking for all possible candidates, avoiding ghosts. Until he found a more or less suitable friend: Klarion. He was older than Youngblood but seemed to be just as bored. Clockwork looked at him in dismay at his solution to the problem but didn't stop him.

This led to the Justice League being defeated by Klarion, who had taken over the Watchtower and seemed to be happily talking to air. He was seconds away from destroying the earth or something similar with death ray, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Everyone froze when a portal opened next to the boy and someone came out asking "How are the new friends?" Before realizing the situation, the creature sighed in disappointment and destroyed the death ray with a snap of his fingers. A girl just like him came out of the portal excited ignoring everyone and began to talk to the air. Klarion seemed to be following the conversation.

Danny watched Youngblood talking to Dani and Klarion, he knew that his cousin could be good company, but he hadn't contacted her before due to her travels and status as a halfa (the probability of destroying the world was there too); well, now Youngblood had two friends (that solved the problem) but- how did he prevent them from ending the world? Or worse, from terrorize innocent cosplayers?

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #He is taking his job seriously #Fulfilling the wishes and requests of all ghosts that asked #Youngblood was also an ally #or something similar #Danny thought that a friend would calm him down #and he will stop terrorizing people #It ended on the opposite way #now Youngblood and Klarion are best friends #the worst idea ever #but Clockwork is entertained #The League had no opportunity #Dani also joined them at the end #is a friend group #that will destroy the world #maybe Damian and Jon can join #Danny is not sure if the world's destruction is a surprise but #poor cosplayers #Danny didn't realize he was at space #dc x dp #dp x dc #Klarion and friends #Danny is not sure what he did wrong #He didn't contact Dani at first to prevent that exact situation #and the fact that she was just half alive and Youngblood wanted an alive friend #Youngblood want to be a kid again #youngblood

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