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Okay okay okay have a looong list babe! 💚 (Going with literally everything that gives me vibes lol) (There's also ones that we already talked about but not explored that much... ops?! But they have a *) (Will also use # you'll know why lol) Also, there are some ocs that are in the same universe, but decided just about specific relationships so kept them separated! (Also, tried to follow you "don't do crossover with this oc" list, know that you alredy did some exceptions with me but we always talked about it first and I don't want to make you uncomfortable! If you think you could feel comfortable with some of that ocs or have some other ideas you know I'm always here 👀)

Sure that I forgot someone, but!

Harry Potter

Ara Black & Bianca Black-Lupin

Ara Black & Viss Potter

Emerald Evans & Viss Potter

Gemini Black & Eden Rosier *

Gemini Black & Rosalind Potter

Gemini Black & Gunnie Newton

Eurydice Crouch & Eden Rosier *

Eurydice Crouch & Rosalind Potter

Venus Malfoy & Viss Potter

PJO

Andromeda Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Ashley Wilson & Mike Lore

Ashley Wilson & Ashley McCoy

Ashley Wilson & Reggie Warwick

Atalanta Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Blossom Talbot & Mike Lore

Blossom Talbot & Ashley McCoy

Blossom Talbot & Catarine Johnson

Calliope & Catarine Johnson

Cassandra Aelius & Reggie Warwick

Cassandra Aelius & Gilbert Summers & Lucas Alderidge

Crystal Solace & Mike Lore

Crystal Solace & Reggie Warwick

Crystal Solace & Gilbert Summers

Delia & Catarine Johnson

Desdemona Gaumond & Mike Lore

Desdemona Gaumond & Reggie Warwick

Elyana Chase & Evelyn Chase

Esmerelda Wilde & Mike Lore

Esmerelda Wilde & Ashley McCoy

Esmerelda Wilde & Reggie Warwick

Lila & Iris Hardcastle

Mila Bellamy & Reggie Warwick

Pandora Jackson & Lilith Reeves

Pandora Jackson & Mike Lore

Stella Beauregard & Mike Lore

Stella Beauregard & Reggie Warwick

Summer Sol & Gilbert Summers

Viola Di Angelo & Reggie Warwick

Shadowhunters

Adina Lightwood & Elys Herondale * (and the kids ofc)

Adina Lightwood & Vienna Lightwood

Adina Lightwood & Pepper Orla #

Ariadne Blackthorn & Cassandra Blackthorn

Ariadne Blackthorn & Pepper Orla #

Ariella Lightwood & Elys Herondale

Calla Frey & Elys Herondale

Cassiel Fell & Elys Herondale

Clem Wayland & Elys Herondale

Evanna Garroway & Brian White

Josephine Garroway & Brian White

Mikaela Fairchild & Elys Herondale

Minerva Bane & Elys Herondale

Minerva Bane & Alice Knight

Minerva Bane & Lydia Knight

Minerva Bane & Pepper Orla #

Rebecca Wayland & Elys Herondale

Supernatural

Ainsley Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Deborah Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Elle Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Esther Colt & Kayla Winchester

Isla George & Kayla Winchester

Jude Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Marmaroth & Kayla Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy & Kayla Winchester

Rachel Winchester & Kayla Winchester

Teen Wolf

Abigayle Whittermore & Freya Ringold

Adrien Argent & Raphael Blackwell (& Diana & Angeline Blackwell)

Adrienne Argent & Ginevra Stilinski

Adrienne Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Adrienne Argent & Angeline Blackwell

Alexis Argent & Ginevra Stilinski

Alexis Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Arianne Martin & Ginevra Stilinski

Arianne Martin & Candace McCall

Arianne Martin & Samantha Ellis

Avril Argent & Raphael Blackwell

Avril Argent & Alastair Henwick

Belle Serpico & Addie Lewis

Bridget Finstock & Addie Lewis

Brooke Parrish & Diana Blackwell

Carmen Rivera & Candace McCall

Eden Dunbar & Ginevra Stilinski

Eden Dunbar & Stan Benson

Elsa Lahey & Candace McCall

Elsa Lahey & Samantha Ellis

Natasha Reyes & Linette Reyes

Natasha Reyes & Stan Benson

Raegan Stilinski & Ginevra Stilinski

Scout Stilinski & Ginevra Stilinski

Scout Stilinski & Candace McCall

Scout Stilinski & Addie Lewis

Scout Stilinski & Stan Benson

Sylvia Hale & Raphael Blackwell

Sylvia Hale & Alastair Henwick

Stranger Things

Abigail Layton & Olivia Marlow

Abigail Layton & Sunny Henderson

Angelica Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Angelica Hopper & Sunny Henderson

Angelica Hopper & Effie Munson

Beth Munson & Effie Munson

Beth Munson & Olivia Marlow

Beth Munson & Nora Wheeler #

Camila Nelson & Miles Henderson *

Camila Nelson & Olivia Marlow

Camila Nelson & Autumn Hopper

Cara Henderson & Miles Henderson

Cara Henderson & Sunny Henderson

Cara Henderson & Ethan Clifford

Ness Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Jacob Hopper & Miles Henderson

Jacob Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Jessica Wheeler & Alex Byers

Jessica Wheeler & Dolly Harrington

Jessica Wheeler & Nora Wheeler #

Kaylie Hopper & Miles Henderson

Kaylie Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Kimberly Harrington & Miles Henderson

Kimberly Harrington & Autumn Hopper

Kimberly Harrington & Dolly Harrington

Kimberly Harrington & Sunny Henderson

Laura Hyde & Olivia Marlow

Laura Hyde & Effie Munson

Laura Hyde & Ethan Clifford

Laura Hyde & Nora Wheeler

Lori Hill & Olivia Marlow

Olivia Wheeler & Sunny Henderson

Olivia Wheeler & Olivia Marlow

Olivia Wheeler & Nora Wheeler

Rhiannon Ballard & Miles Henderson

Rhiannon Ballard & Effie Munson

Samantha Mayfield & Dolly Harrington *

Samantha Mayfield & Ethan Clifford

Sidney Hopper & Autumn Hopper

Sidney Hopper & Alex Byers

Spencer Hargrove & Dolly Harrington

Stacey Byers & Alex Byers

Stacey Byers & Miles Henderson *

Descendants (Everyone & Jax lmao)

Ace Hearts & Gavin

Ace Hearts & Brielle

Ace Hearts & Rowan Cheshire

Princess Addie & Prince Baz #

Anissa Radcliffe & Jess Hearts

Anissa Radcliffe & Esme Balthazar

Beatrice & Juniper White

Beatrice & Celestine

Beatrice & Prince Baz #

Blossom & Celestine

Chessy & Jax Hearts

Chessy & Jess Hearts

Chessy & Juniper White

Chessy & Rowan Cheshire

Chiara Potts & Jax Hearts

Chiara Potts & Jess Hearts

Chiara Potts & Prince Bax #

Cian Hearts & Gavin

Cian Hearts & Brielle

Cian Hearts & Rowan Cheshire

Eliane & Jax Hearts

Eliane & Celestine

Elise Charming & Crystal Charming #

Elise Charming & Prince Baz #

Evander Grimhilde & Jax Hearts

Evander Grimhilde & Esme Balthazar

Finley Rider & Jax Hearts

Finley Rider & Primrose Rider #

Fitz Rider & Primrose Rider #

Fitz Rider & Jax Hearts

Gloria Gothel & Primrose Rider #

Harley Hook & Jess Hearts *

Princess Isabelle & Primrose Rider #

Princess Isabelle & Prince Baz #

Princess Kyra & Jess Hearts

Mae & Celestine

Queenie Hearts & Brielle

Robin Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider #

Rylan Fitzherbert & Primrose Rider #

Rosabelle Legume & Jax Hearts

Rosabelle Legume & Prince Baz #

Sloane White & Juniper White

Sloane White & Jess Hearts

Sloane White & Prince Baz #

Taryn Porter & Jax Hearts

Topher Charming & Prince Baz #

Topher Charming & Jax Hearts *

Topher Charming & Crystal Charming #

Topher Charming & Armie & Bernie Poppins

Violet Kingsleigh & Gavin

Violet Kingsleigh & Brielle

Violet Kingsleigh & Rowan Cheshire

Violet Kingsleigh & Prince Baz #

Winnie Pan & Jax Hearts

Winnie Pan & Jess Hearts

Sherlock

Effie Cox & CJ Holmes

Kit Holmes & CJ Holmes

Elaine Watson & CJ Holmes

MCU (Should have a list just for them ngl)

Achilles & Aimee

Adelaide Stark & Eleanor Stark

Adelaide Stark & Rebecca Stark

Adelaide Stark & Victoria Vill

Alvina Strange & Victoria Vill

Alvina Strange & Melissa Parker #

Alvina Strange & Aimee

Anya Barton & Kit Barton

Aphrodite & Aimee

Aria Parker & Melissa Parker #

Ava Potts & Victoria Vill

Ava Potts & Kit Barton

Ava Potts & Mia Barnes

Bianca Davis & Mia Barnes

Bianca Davis & Kit Barton *

Bianca Davis & Eleanor Stark

Brigid & Rebecca Stark

Brigid & Trixie Kingsleigh

Calypso Lokidottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Calypso Lokidottir & Aimee

Cora Royce & Kit Barton *

Courtney Lang & Helena Watson

Eir Odinsdottir & Aimee

Eir Odinsdottir & Sol & Mani #

Eir Odinsdottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Elena Barnes & Kit Barton

Elena Barnes & Mia Barnes

Elizabeth Barton & Kit Barton

Ellie Coulson & Victoria Vill

Ellie Coulson & Melissa Parker #

Elsie Carter & Mia Barnes

Erna Bragidottir & Sol & Mani #

Evelyn Rogers & Mia Barnes

Ezra Barton & Kit Barton

Freya Thorsdottir & Eisa Lokidottir #

Freya Thorsdottir & Aimee

Ilya Romanova & Kit Barton

Ilya Romanova & Mia Barnes

Jameson Barrett & Mia Barnes

Justine Barnes & Mia Barnes *

Kassandra Maximoff & Victoria Vill

Kassandra Maximoff & Kit Barton

Mia Pierce & Kit Barton

Mia Pierce & Mia Barnes

Nicholas Barton & Kit Barton

Peyton Parker & Victoria Vill

Peyton Parker & Melissa Parker

Saga Thorsdottir & Aimee

Sammy Barton & Kit Barton

Tyler Barton & Kit Barton

Wendy Parker & Trixie Kingsleigh

Wendy Parker & Victoria Vill

Wendy Parker & Melissa Parker #

Will Parker & Kit Barton *

Will Parker & Melissa Parker

Will Parker & Victoria Vill

Will Parker & Eleanor Stark

Will Parker & Rebecca Stark

Zora Wright & Kit Barton

TASM (Trust me on this, especially when you read one specific name lol)

Constance Osborn & Victoria Vill

Constance Osborn & MJ Watson #

Jill Stacy & MJ Watson #

Posie Parker & Victoria Vill

Posie Parker & MJ Watson #

Merlin

Princess Aelia & Maeve *

Allyria Pendragon & Elissa Pendragon

Aurelia Devlyn & Mabel

Aurelia Devlyn & Delfine

Elsine Pendragon & Elissa Pendragon

Lynette Starfall & Maeve

Glee

Abbie Hudson & Nate Simmons *

Abbie Hudson & Kaylee Hummel *

Abbie Hudson & Maya Puckerman

Abbie Hudson & Mirabelle Ryder

Amelie Kline & Cosette Chamberlain #

Ash Astor & Cosette Chamberlain #

Barbie Corcoran & Linda Berry #

Barbie Corcoran & Maya Puckerman

Betty Fabray & Nate Simmons *

Betty Fabray & Elliott Walker *

Betty Fabray & Kaylee Hummel

Mac Hudson & Connie Sanchez #

(The Band & The Band? 👀)

Cece Cartwright & Nate Simmons *

Cece Cartwright & Elliott Walker *

Cece Cartwright & Melanie Jay

Charlie Sylvester & Nate Simmons

Christie Hummel & Nate Simmons

Christie Hummel & Kaylee Hummel

Daphne Carter & Susan Cole

Daphne Carter & Morgan Smith

Delilah Puckerman & Susan Cole

Demi July & Dulcie Klempt

Demi July & Nate Simmons

Demi July & Ronnie Nell

Dolly Corcoran & Linda Berry #

Dolly Corcoran & Jean St James

Gilbert Hummel & Kaylee Hummel

Haruki Knox & Nate Simmons *

Hillary Holliday & Nate Simmons

Holden Pierre & Chrissy Chamberlain

Holden Pierre & Nate Simmons

Jeremy St James & Nate Simmons

Jeremy St James & Elliott Walker

Jeremy St James & Jean St James

Johanna Berry & Linda Berry #

Joy Shuester & Morgan Smith

Joy Shuester & Nate Simmons

Joy Shuester & Elliott Walker

June Harris & May Taylor & Melanie Jay

June Harris & May Taylor & Lyra Wells & Melody Wells

Kendall Pierce & Nate Simmons *

Kendall Pierce & Elliott Walker

Kendall Pierce & Lula Delaney

Lilibeth Anderson & Jean St James

Lilibeth Anderson & Chrissy Chamberlain

Lindsay Wright & Zeke Wright

Lindsay Wright & Dulcie Klempt

Roman Kline & Cosette Chamberlain

Roxie Flores & Nate Simmons

Roxie Flores & Jennifer Glynn #

Sadie Berry & Linda Berry

RWRB

Abigail Claremont-Diaz & Emma Spring

Abigail Claremont-Diaz & Romeo Dunn

Caroline FMW & Princess Valentina (& Emma Spring)

Caroline FMW & Eliza Halley

Caroline FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Cate FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Eileen Eisner & Eliza Halley

Isabel Luna & Lenora Richards

Kennedy Quinlan & Romeo Dunn

London Carter & Emma Spring

London Carter & Ken Morrison

London Carter & Lenora Richards

Lucy Kent & Ken Morrison

Lucy Kent & Emma Spring

Madison Richards & Lenora Richards

Margaret FMW & Princess Valentina

Margaret FMW & Rosalie Harlow #

Gotham

Allison Queen & Virginia Falcone

Allison Queen & Jericho Valeska

Bellatrix Bullock & Lila Hart

Bellatrix Bullock & Jeneva Valeska

Bellatrix Bullock & Jericho Valeska

Chrissa Wayne & Jeneva Valeska

Chrissa Wayne & Annalise Pennyworth

Chrissa Wayne & Karina Wayne

Chrissa Wayne & Jericho Valeska

Dakota Dent & Margaret Gordon

Dakota Dent & Jericho Valeska

Felicity Nygma & Lila Hart

Felicity Nygma & Jericho Valeska

Isolde Kean & Margaret Gordon

Isolde Kean & Hel Mooney

Isolde Kean & Ade Kean

Isolde Kean & Larissa Thompkins

Isolde Kean & Jericho Valeska

Josette Cobblepot & Lila Hart

Josette Cobblepot & Hel Mooney

Josette Cobblepot & Jericho Valeska

Leander Zane Hayes & Elijah Crow

Leonie Murphy & Margaret Gordon

Leonie Murphy & Penelope Fisher

Leonie Murphy & Jericho Valeska

Lorena Falcone & Margaret Gordon

Lorena Falcone & Virginia Falcone

Lorena Falcone & Hel Mooney

Lorena Falcone & Jericho Valeska

Ophelia Wayne & Margaret Gordon

Ophelia Wayne & Virginia Falcone

Ophelia Wayne & Karina Wayne

Ophelia Wayne & Jericho Valeska

Piper Gordon & Margaret Gordon

Piper Gordon & Mireille Lacroix

Piper Gordon & Larissa Thompkins

Piper Gordon & Jericho Valeska

Sarina Strange & Jeneva Valeska

Sarina Strange & Jericho Valeska

DC Comics/Batman (Coming soon I swear, working on some of them 👀)

#answered #oc related ask #crossover ship #randomestfandoms #maddie tag

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xrvmoved · 6 years

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experimenting

#this was really fun though #but i never wnna draw again #im so tired #ive been sick for 4 days #and i still have to do work on weekends #and #okay #jude marlow #my ocs #my art

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 years

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Supernatural OC Masterlist

Name: Ainsley Winchester

Story: Angel Born In Hell

Face claim: Shelley Hennig

Love Interest: possible Jo Harvelle

Summary: The middle child, Ainsley Winchester was often overlooked. She spent half of her time arguing with her older brother, and the other half protecting her younger brother, and all of her time being tired of her dad’s pointless crusade. But when her dad goes missing, she’s right there sitting shotgun on the way to get Sam from Stanford. The Winchester siblings had always had a complicated relationship, but when push came to shove, Ainsley would do anything for her family. Anything.

Name: Anna Winchester

Story: Memory

Face claim: Kaylee Bryant

Name: Asher Milligan

Story: Don’t You Cry (No More)

Love Interest: Briony Harvelle

Face claim: Dylan Sprayberry

Name: Belladonna

Story: Every Night Has Its Dawn

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Name: Briony Harvelle

Story: Don’t You Cry (No More)

Love Interest: Asher Milligan

Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell

Summary: The first time Briony Harvelle met the Winchesters was only a week before she turned fourteen. It was a meeting she’d never forget - it was both her first hunt and her first near death experience - but she never expected to see them again. Until a few years later, when she comes from to see the Winchesters in the diner, this time with a boy her age, an apocalypse to stop, and strict orders for Briony and Asher to stay put. And though Briony may have just met him, it’s clear that Asher Milligan is about as willing to sit out the apocalypse as she is.

Name: Cybil

Story: Heavy Is The Head (That Wears The Crown)

Face claim: Danielle Campbell

Name: Deborah Winchester

Story: Heaven Waits For You

Face claim: Phoebe Tonkin

Love Interest: [REDACTED], Isaac Cabot

Summary: Once upon a time, the three Winchester siblings had been inseparable. Deborah, the oldest, was three when Dean was born, six when Sam was born, and seven when their mom burned to death in her childhood home. When she was eight, her dad put a gun in her hand and told her about the monsters under the bed. By the time she was nine, she could hold her own against the best hunters she knew.

And that was her life for fifteen years; endless training with her dad, taking care of her brothers while her dad went on hunts, leaving her brothers while she went on hunts with her dad; going on hunts with her brothers; leaving her brothers while she went on solo hunts, and, eventually, leaving her brothers.

When Deborah was twenty four, she grabbed her duffle - always packed for the next hunt - and left. The only sign that there had ever been a third Winchester was the paper - two identical pieces of paper with a phone number and an LA address that she left under her brothers’ pillows. And she never heard from them again.

When Dean turned twenty one, which they always promised to celebrate together, nothing. When Sam started at Stanford, only a short drive away, nothing. When she was twenty nine and gave birth to her wonderful daughter, Ruth Mary Winchester, nothing.

And then she turns thirty, John goes missing, Sam’s girlfriend dies just like their mom, and suddenly, after six years of nothing, her baby brothers show up on her doorstep.

Name: Dinah Novak

Story: State Of Grace

Face claim: Eliza Taylor

Love Interest: Dean Winchester

Name: Elizabeth “Elle” Winchester

Story: The World Upon Your Shoulders

Face claim: Chloe Grace Moretz

Summary: Jerk, bitch, punk; Dean, Sam, Elle. It was just the Winchester siblings against the world. Ever since Elle was dumped on John’s motel door yearly two decades ago, it had always just been the three of them against the world — right up until Sam ran away after a fight with their father and never came back. Years later and Elle and Dean have started to get used to just being a duo. Then John disappears and the two realize that they’ll have to drag Sammy out of his idyllic collage life and back into the nightmare he tried so desperately to leave behind. But, while the search for their missing father unravels many mysteries of their past, there’s one mystery they just can’t solve. What the Hell is happening to Elle Winchester?

Name: Esther Colt

Story: Living On A Prayer

Love Interest: Dean Winchester

Face claim: Crystal Reed

Summary: When John Winchester started hunting, Bobby introduced him to Ruth Colt. The single mother of a three year old daughter, Ruth was reknown as one of the best active hunters around and was more than willing to partner with a novice. Over the years, the two partnered up more and more until, just before Esther turned ten, Ruth died on a hunt. Honouring a promise he’d made years before, John took Esther in and continued to train her alongside Sam and Dean. But Esther never stopped blaming John for her mother’s death, and on her sixteenth birthday, she was gone. They never saw or heard from her again, until John disappears and the brothers go to investigate a crashed plane.

Name: Evelyn “Eve” Jacobs

Story: If We Can’t Find Heaven

Face claim: Vanessa Hudgens

Love interest: Dean Winchester

Summary: Jessica Moore had been her best friend, through infancy, middle school, high school, and four years at Stanford, and Evelyn Jacobs knew that something was wrong about her death. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. So she packed a bag and hopped on a bus, determined to find out the truth. And if her path kept crossing with that of Sam Winchester and his unfairly attractive older brother then, well, Eve knew that there was no such thing as a coincidence. She didn’t know if they would tell her the truth, or if she would have to do some digging of her own, but Eve would find out exactly what had happened to her, God help anyone who tried to stop her.

Name: Genesis

Story: Heaven Won’t Take Me Back

Face claim: Jenny Boyd

Summary: It had been a long time since Genesis had set foot in heaven. As Lucifer’s right hand, she had been cast away with the archangel aeons ago. But Genesis didn’t believe in Hell, just like she hadn’t believed in Heaven. No, Genesis had always supported mankind. So for millennia, the angel had roamed the earth, befriending humans along the way. She couldn’t interfere, not really, so when a four-year-old Dean Winchester started praying to anyone who would listen, begging for his mom back, there was nothing that she could do. But twenty two years later, when Dean Winchester starts praying again — for protection for his baby brother — Genesis decides that she’s done playing the observer. The Winchester brothers are facing an army from Hell, and who better than the former queen of Hell to fight beside them?

Name: Isaac Cabot

Story: Heaven Waits For You

Face claim: Joseph Morgan

Love Interest: Deborah Winchester

Name: Isla George

Story: No Grave Can Hold (My Body Down)

Love Interest: Dean Winchester

Face claim: Nina Dobrev

Summary: The first time that Isla George met Dean Winchester, she thought it would be a one time thing. They finished the hunt together, got drunk, hooked up, and parted ways. And that was supposed to be the end of it. But their paths kept crossing, time and time again, until eventually she found herself hoping to run into him. Every time was the same. Share a motel, finish the hunt, get drunk, hook up, and leave while he slept. But when she runs into him while hunting a Wendigo, and finds out that his dad is missing, she can’t help but offer to help. She never thought about what secrets might come to light if she was still there in the morning.

Name: Jude Winchester

Story: Hey Jude

Face claim: Trinity Rose Likins & Britt Robertson

Summary: Grandpa Bobby always told her that family don’t end in blood. And he was right, but Jude knew that there was still something to be said for the importance of blood. After all, blood was the reason that she was Jude Winchester; blood was the reason that Dean had begged his ex girlfriend to give him their daughter instead of putting her up for adoption, blood was the reason that he’d gone against John Winchester’s orders and kept her, blood was the reason that he’d named her after his mom’s favourite song. But family wasn’t just blood; family was living with Uncle Bobby when hunts were too dangerous for the ten year old, family was trying pumpkin pie with her dad in every diner they’d ever stopped in, family was driver picking the music and shotgun shutting his cakehole. Family was joining dad and Uncle Sam in looking for her grandfather, even though he’d never made a secret of how much he wanted her gone. Family don’t end in blood; it don’t start there either, and Jude Winchester will do anything for her family.

Name: Katia McKinley

Story: Hallelujah

Face claim: Candice King

Name: Marmaroth

Story: Winds Of Fortune

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Name: Naomi Talbot

Story: Road To Hell

Face claim: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Name: Rachel Winchester

Story: Angel With A Shotgun

Face claim: Natalia Dyer

Summary: Rachel Winchester didn’t know all that much about herself. She knew that she was a mistake, that her dad didn’t - doesn’t - want her, and that her mother was named Lucy. She doesn’t know how her parents met, or how she ended up with her dad, or anything about the important things, and she doesn’t know why her dad won’t answer any of her questions. But she knows other things, things that aren’t to do with her past. She knows how to shoot a gun and perform an exorcism, she knows how to drive and hustle like a pro, and she knows how to keep her mouth shut and be a good soldier. But when John Winchester goes missing, Rachel knows one thing with more certainty than she’s ever had: if they don’t find their dad, she’ll never get the answers to the questions that matter.

Name: Roxanne Marlow

Story: Good Times, Bad Times

Face claim: Kaya Scodelario

Name: Ruth Winchester-Cabot

Story: Heaven Waits For You

Face claim: Summer Fontana

Name: Scarlett

Story: Beyond Your Command

Face claim: Kat McNamara

Name: Thomas Novak

Story: Of Angels And Apocalypse

Face claim: Finn Wolfhard

Summary: Thomas Novak never believed in god. Or in angels, or heaven or hell or anything that goes bump in the night. Or at least, he didn’t. Not until his dad was possessed by some self-righteous asshole angel named Castiel, who also possessed his sister Claire, and who tried to possess him. But asshole angels don’t think about the people they hurt with their actions, and didn’t think about the consequences of the Novak twins losing their father. So Thomas decides to tell him, and maybe get his father back. Only, apparently it isn’t that simple, and he finds himself travelling the country with the asshole wearing his father’s body and two equally asshole “hunters” named Sam and Dean. All he wanted was to get his dad back, but now it looks like Thomas is going to have to stop the apocalypse.

#masterlist #supernatural oc

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cryptidmellon · 7 years

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Ask an OC

I’ve made a list of all my oc’s so just pick one and ask them a few questions if you want. I’ll try to draw out a reply.

Sonas:

Anathema (persona)

Marlon (secondary persona)

True (secondary persona)

Toby (main fursona)

Tyler (secondary fursona)

Canines:

Bennett (aka Crook)

Soda Pop

Pumpkin

Mochi

Jude

Keith

Ethan

Scottie

Minty

Kotone

Hotaru

Anim

Houdini

Inaki

Rowan

Three/3

Gooey

Ailbe

Pilot

Champagne

Kanani

Dublin

Ava

Andromeda

T.J

Beckett

Gracie

Sandy

Feline:

Clayton

Reptile/Dragon:

Buttercream

Madeline

Tangakwunu (aka Tango)

Bears:

Nadia

Bats:

Pastel

Dinosaurs:

Tahoe

Hannibal

Willy

Humanoid:

Melloncholy

Jack

Earendil

Maggie

Keenan

Lancelot

Azizi

Capricorn

Vega

Elwyn

Artist

Zadkiel

Sal

Elijah

Teirney

Kellian

Torben

Moira

Lydia

Jarrod

Keiran/Hiturim

Elduin

Nagas:

Atlas

Kelby

Niall

Katsu

Denver

Cascade

Milo

Brody

Purple

Monochrome

Pine

Bellamy

Clay

Monty

Kristine

Pitch

Creme

Chevvie

Tavi

Taurs:

Ashton

Bruno

Roscoe

Finnian

Otto

Beau

Gabriel

Reed

Kaliko

Foglaidh

Ramsey

Keanu

Tate

Judge

Cedar

Lou

Mers:

Axel

Marlowe

Murray

Mako

Misc/Monsters:

Bellatrix

Opal

Varrolath

Kerem

Mortimer

Quinn

Momma Robin

Ranjani

Toothless

Arizona

Arty

Aza’Rael

Ivan aka Blink

Cheshire

Mogmi

Lupus

Species Things:

Butterfaes: Julian and Felix

Monstrodogs: Anubis

Galaxaraptors: Jericho

Malukiri: Corwin

Snoodles: Kiwi and Caesar

Fandom OC’s:

HTTYD: Ingvarr, Kettil, Folki, Gunnvor, and Hákon

Steven Universe: Peach Beryl and Hiddenite

Pokemon: Lobo

#oc list #oc's #ask an oc

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bosspigeon · 10 months

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some strange kind of euphoria

Rating: M Words: 6230 Pairing: Amir x MC Warnings: references to past homophobia, bullying, and emotional abuse, panic attacks, implications of kink, general horny content Ko-Fi <3

Amir answers the door wearing nothing more than his gauzy dressing gown and a smile, which drops as soon as he sees the look on Jude’s face.

In Jude’s defense, seeing Amir at all brightens him up a bit, but even offering his own smile doesn’t quite feel right. He’s tense, slouching, and he knows his sour mood is broadcasting loud and clear in more than just his expression and posture.

His face feels brittle, but so does the rest of him. “Can I come in?” he asks, wincing at the way his voice cracks.

He shouldn’t have come at all. He should have just… called Amir and asked for a rain check, but Amir penciled out this time for him, when he’s always so busy, he couldn’t just bail. He’s starting to think he should have anyway to save them both the discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps, swallowing and backing away from the door while Amir stares him down, quietly assessing. “I shouldn’t have–”

“Did the doorman give you trouble?” Amir snaps, eyes blazing. Heat prickles along Jude’s skin, the temperature in the hall rising abruptly.

“Wh– No, he– Well–” He didn’t give him any trouble, per se, he knows Jude well enough by now as Amir’s guest that he didn’t say anything– just gave him the usual quietly critical once-over he does whenever Jude shows up on his own without Amir to shield him. It usually doesn’t bother him overmuch, but he’s… a bit more of a raw nerve than he usually is. Maybe more of an open wound.

“No,” Amir says slowly, calming down quickly as he examines the human. “Something happened.”

“Nothing serious,” Jude assures him, and he doesn’t resist as Amir tugs him inside. The hand curling around his wrist is soft and too-warm, and something in his body eases at the simple touch. “I just… had dinner with my family, is all.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and the silence that follows is tense and weighted.

“...It didn’t go well, I take it?” Amir offers, his voice carefully neutral, his fingers tightening briefly around Jude’s wrist and then relaxing.

Jude can’t help but laugh, a single sharp bark that he stifles as quickly as he can. “‘Bout as well as could be expected,” he mumbles. He’s not sure what else to say beyond that, there’s so much tangled up in his head, in his chest, his whole body is tense and heavy with it.

He wishes he’d thought to change before he showed up. The crisp button-down and pressed slacks are uncomfortably formal, fitting too closely around his shoulders, at his waist. He feels stiff and stifled and… not like himself.

He’s sure Amir notices. Amir notices everything.

He leads Jude to the sofa and urges him to sit. He sinks into it with a grateful sigh, releasing as much of the tension in his body he's able to without medical or chemical assistance. Amir settles in next to him, curling close, and immediately starts plucking at the buttons of his shirt.

Jude huffs out another weak little laugh, lolling his head back against the cushions and watching those long, graceful fingers work.

“Talk to me, darling,” Amir says, slipping his hand under the fabric to rest against Jude's chest. The heat of his hand is comforting in its familiarity, lighting up his skin and settling his nerves. There’s a silky weight pressing at the edge of his thoughts, a presence that he’s grown used to at this point, warm like a physical touch. He’s not sure Amir’s even doing it on purpose, but it doesn't really matter.

"Mom asked if I was seeing anyone." It hangs between them for a long moment, before he manages to eke out, "She… didn't mean to."

She's never asked. Not him, at least. She's asked his brothers, his cousins, the kids of friends of hers or Dad's, but never Jude. She knows better than to ask questions she doesn't want the answer to.

He tries to elaborate, but when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out, like the words are stuck behind a barrier, like there’s a big blinking roadblock between his brain and his mouth. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry.

He’s so tired of talking, and even if he doesn't really need to say much of anything out loud with Amir, he's just so frustrated, like he wasted all his words on people who didn’t even care to listen. He groans and covers his face with his hands.

Amir's slide over them, tugging them away so Jude can't hide from him. "That’s fine. You don’t need to talk." He smiles a sly little smile that always makes Jude's pulse race, kisses his knuckles, and slips off the couch, taking his warmth with him. "I'll make tea, you get comfortable."

It takes a few seconds for Jude to catch on, his head is such a mess, but he feels the familiar whisper of Amir's power twining through his thoughts. Oh.

They've done this before, more than once, when Amir's asked about fantasies of his and he was too embarrassed to say them aloud. It took some practice, but Amir has always been careful, never probed too deeply, and never without Jude's express permission.

He focuses on the pleasant background noise of Amir moving around his kitchen, the gentle thrum of his presence at the edge of his thoughts, and tries to put them in order.

Dinner was… awkward, to say the least, from the start. Jude isn't a talker, never really has been, so it was mostly him listening to his brothers ramble. Seth's youngest is starting middle school. Gabe got a promotion.

Seth asked what he’d been up to, not that he cared. Gabe snorted when he asked, which only proved the point. Jude just mumbled something about work and avoided eye contact. Played with his food. Wondered if his hometown had anything like the things he’d found out living in the city miles away. The conversation moved on without him, like it always did.

His brothers stopped picking on him about the same time he hit a growth spurt and outstripped both of them in height and not just weight. Well, they hadn’t stopped, exactly, just… didn’t push their luck like they used to. Like they did when they caught him sitting happily while their cousin, Lacey, put makeup on him as "practice" for cosmetology school. Like they did whenever his hair got long enough for them to to pull, before Dad got sick of him “looking like a girl” and shaved it off.

"I've got three boys, not two boys and whatever the hell you're tryin' to be."

And then Jude got bigger than him too, and he left him mostly to his own devices. Not without those snide comments here and there, but he was well used to it at that point.

His family is good at ignoring things that upset them–once they've stifled the offending party into silence, of course.

Jude came out when he was a teenager. His mother wept like someone had died. His father looked furious, but bit his tongue–though he spent the next few years making little digs about how lucky Jude was he didn't just kick him out to fend for himself. His brothers weren’t there, but they found out ;ater, and though they couldn't do anything to him physically at that point (head and shoulders taller and nearly twice as broad–and the Marlowe boys all took after their father in stature, Jude just took it further than that) they made sure he knew he was still their punching bag one way or another.

So when his mother asked him innocently, not thinking, hardly looking at him so much as smiling glibly at her family, and they both froze… well, it said more than if Jude had just out and told them he was getting railed by a demon on the regular.

At least he's not like those fairy boys. At least it's not in our faces. At least, at least, at least–

He hates that he still feels guilty. Guilty for ruining his mother's picture-perfect family. Guilty for being a consummate disappointment to his red-blooded American father. For taking his brothers' "friendly teasing" too personally. For missing the way he felt when Lacey put makeup on him and styled his hair and just let him want the things he could never admit to out loud.

For feeling bitter that she left him behind to pursue her own dreams while he was stuck cowering in the shadow cast by everything he was supposed to be.

He doesn't realize he's hyperventilating until Amir's hands, almost scalding hot against his clammy skin, are pressing against his cheeks, tipping his face upwards. He can’t figure out why the demon is so blurry, swimming before his eyes, when he’s too busy trying to remember how to get air into his lungs.

“Breathe, darling,” Amir urges him, firm but so gentle. Jude tries, and at first he only manages a few pathetic wheezes, but a low hum picks up at the base of his skull, a prickle like static skittering down his spine. For a split second, he’s paralyzed by a foreign surge of guilt, but it doesn’t feel heavy the way his own guilt does.

He sucks in a breath, one that makes his lungs burn, and grabs for Amir’s wrist with trembling fingers. “Not you,” he manages to strangle out, listing forward until he can bury his face in the crook of Amir’s neck. “Happens sometimes,” he mumbles in an effort to explain. Amir’s relief settles over him like a blanket, and he clings to it, to him, desperately, until he’s breathing again mostly normally.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but Amir cuts him off before he can even form the words.“None of that." Firm, brooking no argument, but still kindly tempered.

Obediently, Jude stays quiet, and Amir strokes his hair until the kettle chimes.

Rather than parting from him for even the short time it takes to prepare two cups of tea, Jude follows Amir to the kitchen, arms wrapped loosely around his waist, cheek pressed to his silky hair. His thoughts are staticky and nonlinear, feel like they're coming from somewhere beyond the boundaries of his skull. It's strangely peaceful, feeling like he's floating outside his body, like he's barely tethered to himself by just a few fragile threads.

Amir always smells so nice…

He's not sure when they wind up back on the sofa but he's holding a warm, delicate little cup in both hands. They share tea in easy silence, and if Jude's fingers are still trembling against his cup Amir doesn't mention it. Muzzily, he notes how fancy the cup is, and now that he's adjusted a bit to the staggering opulence of Amir's world, he finds the little things like that so endearing.

Jude is sluggish and heavy when Amir guides him to bed, and it doesn't take long at all for him to doze off, their positions from earlier reversed, with Amir curled around his back.

He's just awake enough to feel a little bit of that fire humming along his spine, the banked coals of Amir's temper pulsing between them, and he mumbles a half-hearted, "Please don't fight my family," into the luxuriously soft pillow smushed against his cheek.

There's a bit of a huff against his hair, something close to a laugh, but sleep finally pulls him under and blessedly quiets his overworked mind.

His dreams are washed over with a filter of wispy pink, but he doesn’t really remember much of them beyond that. Honestly, it's a bit of a relief. He wakes in Amir’s huge, soft bed, buried in plush pillows and blankets feeling surprisingly well-rested. Of course Amir is gone already, but Jude doesn’t take it personally. There’s a hurried little note on the nightstand on a scrap of sketchbook paper apologizing for his absence and assuring Jude they’ll meet again in the evening once he’s free of his responsibilities.

Jude tucks the note into his pocket as he dresses and leaves, feeling much lighter than he did when he arrived the night before.

~*~

He tried to get as much of the grime off his hands as he could before he left work, but Jude knows he looks like even more of a greasy schlub than he usually does when he comes ambling into Amir’s building. He brought his car this time, so he doesn’t have to go through the main entrance and deal with anybody grimacing at the state of his clothes, but he’s got a bag of fresh ones over his shoulder and he’s looking forward to a long, hot soak in Amir’s shower.

“I know, I reek,” he says sheepishly when he makes it to the door to Amir’s apartment.

Amir smiles indulgently at him, and gives him a kiss on the cheek regardless (even if he has to rise onto his toes a bit to do it, dressed down like he is) and only scrunches his nose a little. “Just a bit. I wouldn’t mind the sweat so much, but…”

“Engine oil and cheap cigarettes,” Jude laughs sheepishly. “Sorry, my boss likes menthols.” He gestures to the bathroom with his bag. “Mind if I…?”

Amir doesn’t hesitate to usher him down the hall as soon as he’s tugged off his boots at the door, and Jude plods along after him.

“I’d offer to wash your back,” Amir teases, watching Jude intently as he undresses, making a show of biting at his knuckle just to see him blush from his ears to his chest, “but I’ve got a few more things to take care of. Shouldn't take long, I'll be right outside.”

"Y-yeah, of course," Jude stutters, hands fumbling at his belt. Amir leaves him with another peck on the cheek and a sly parting smile, and while he was hoping for a nice hot shower after work, he's debating whether or not a cold one might be a better idea.

In the end, hot wins out. Amir's shower is like everything else in his orbit—spacious and ridiculously opulent to a degree that Jude's almost nervous interacting with it—but he's starting to enjoy the perks that come with drifting into that irresistible orbit himself. The water is just the right temperature, the pressure pounds down on his tight shoulders and back until he can finally feel them starting to un-knot themselves, and while he makes sure to get himself clean, he also spends a long while just standing under the spray with his head down and his hair hanging around his face like a wet curtain.

At some point, he hears the door click, some quiet rustling, but he doesn't pay it much attention. It's Amir's home, after all, he can come and go as he pleases.

Besides, it's not as if he hasn't seen Jude naked before, even if the thought still has heat crawling up his neck.

The door shuts again, and his mind goes blessedly quiet. The water doesn't go cold at any point (another thing that makes showering in his own too-small bathroom even more of a downgrade) but he knows he can't spend the whole night in here, however much he'd like to. He came for Amir, not his shower, though a little part of his brain does offer the helpful suggestion of trying to entice the succubus into joining him.

He snorts to himself as he slides open the frosted glass door, wringing out his hair. As if any attempt of his to be enticing towards someone like Amir, who drips easy sensuality in every breath he takes, would result in anything more than Jude falling all over himself like an idiot.

At least Amir finds it cute.

He reaches for a towel and steps out onto the plush bath mat, and stops short when he looks around the bathroom and doesn't see his bag.

Instead, sitting on the vanity in place of his ratty canvas backpack, is a shopping bag. What he can only assume is the name of the store is embossed on the sturdy, matte black paper in looping gold that matches the designs etched along the trim, but it's not a name he recognizes. Definitely someplace far outside the realm of a scruffy mechanic, that's for sure.

But there's something niggling at him, tickling at the edges of his thoughts, that suggests it's—

No, don't be stupid. Of course it isn't.

"Amir?" he calls out, eyes still glued on the bag as he awkwardly towels himself dry. Of course, Amir has the perfect timing to come swanning in when Jude's scrubbing at his hair, leaving the rest of him bare.

Amir does not hesitate to ogle, because he never does, and his smirk as his eyes take a luxurious stroll over every damp, hairy inch of human is nothing short of salacious. Jude's hair is still wet, but he can't resist the urge to drop the towel to cover himself a bit, which only makes Amir smirk wider.

"Yes, pet?"

It takes a moment for Jude to remember what he was even going to ask, because the casual little endearment never ceases to scramble his brain a bit.

(He's heard more than one person refer to him as Amir's pet, and he knows it's supposed to be an insult, but… he doesn't exactly hate it.)

He shakes his head to get it back on the right track, and winds the towel around his waist, eyes lowered. "Um, did you move my bag?"

Amir's heaves a dramatic, put-upon sigh. "I am begging you to let me replace that thing.” He is pointedly not looking at the bag on the counter.

"It still works just fine," Jude protests, smiling to himself. It’s something they’ve argued about before, if it can even be called an argument. It’s sweet, how Amir likes to spoil him. He shrugs a bit, ducking his head and letting his damp hair hide his face. “It’s sturdy. Dependable.” He's had it so long, it's almost like an old friend.

“Ugly as sin," Amir adds helpfully, rolling his eyes. But there's a smile playing around the edges of his lips. "You're lucky I think that sentimentality of yours is cute."

Jude's ears burn and he stays hidden behind his hair, but he's smiling too. Cute. Nobody but Amir's ever called him that (not since he was a chubby kid, at least) and he does it so freely and so often, Jude's starting to believe he honestly means it, even if he doesn't see it himself.

He feels Amir slinking closer more than he sees or hears him, bare feet nearly silent on the glossy tile compared to those staggering heels of his, and his breath hitches. He peeks from underneath his hair and is met with those stunning golden eyes and that playful, slightly predatory smile. “I… My clothes were in there, Amir,” he protests weakly, shuddering when soft, warm hands slip around his hips, fingers wiggling under the edge of his loosely wrapped towel, sharp nails pricking at his skin.

“Mmhm,” Amir hums. “Don’t worry, I haven’t thrown them out. I just figured you wouldn’t need them for a while yet.”

A quick, shuddery breath rattles out of him, at the end of it, a tremulous, "O-oh? Oh."

Amir chuckles and pokes Jude’s nose playfully. “Mind out of the gutter, darling. Since you’re playing coy, I’ll just come out and say it–I’ve gotten you a little gift, and the suspense of waiting for you to try it on is killing me.”

“I’m not… playing coy,” Jude protests weakly, but his eyes flick away from Amir for a split second, over his shoulder to the bag on the vanity, and like an eagle spotting a blissfully unaware rabbit, Amir zeroes in on the shift and leers at him, teeth bared like he wants to sink them into Jude's skin to taste the blood rushing to its surface, like the sweetest of threats.

"You're a terrible liar, but it's so precious that you tried," he purrs, smooth and dangerous. With a flick of his nimble fingers, the towel still clinging desperately to Jude's waist drops to the floor, and sharp nails dig into the meat of his hips just hard enough to make him whimper. "I think you've kept me waiting long enough, pet. Don't you?"

Amir doesn’t wait for him to respond (not that he’d be capable of it in the first place, mouth suddenly dry and tongue like lead) and simply herds him towards the vanity, and the gift on top of it. He swallows hard as he reaches out, glancing back as if to ask for permission before he even touches it. It’s given in the form of a silky chuckle and a not-quite-gentle pat to his bare backside.

The bag feels just as unspeakably high-end as it looks, the paper heavy and textured, and he didn’t notice before that the handles are gold silk ribbons to match the embossed letters. The name on the bag still isn’t ringing any bells, and he can't even imagine what might be inside, but with the way Amir is watching him, those gold eyes so sharp and intense he can feel the heat of their stare pricking at his skin, he's clearly eager for Jude to find out.

He parts the shimmery metallic tissue paper as delicately as he can with his heavy, callused hands, and finds a long flat box lying underneath. His heart is in his throat as he lifts it out of the bag, turning it over carefully in an effort to guess what it might be without damaging its contents.

Amir sighs behind him, and if Jude’s entire body weren’t thrumming with nerves, he’d look back to see if he’s checking a watch he isn’t actually wearing to drive home the point that his patience is wearing thin.

He opens the box. He almost can't parse what's inside at first.

Lace. Lots of lace. Pale, dusky pink lace edged along sheer fabric and adorned with delicate ribbons and thin gold chains.

Jude's no stranger to fancy lingerie—Amir wears it often enough, and he likes to model it for Jude, even if he's just as clueless about luxury fashion as he is about fine art. Jude's never once complained—in fact, he's found he really likes it, the textures and colors and cuts, the way the airy fabrics cling to the striking angles of Amir's body, the way he always chooses colors that compliment him so well…

Jude's mouth is suddenly very dry, the weight of Amir's expectant gaze pressing down on him, because he's seen the succubus in enough lacy underthings, and removed them enough, to have a rough understanding of the sizes he wears.

The pretty pink garments in the box are much too big to be meant for Amir.

He looks up, and Amir meets his eyes with a sly curl to his mouth. "Well?" he asks, stepping closer, watching Jude’s face, picking apart his reactions with an almost surgical precision. "What do you think?"

He’s not sure he can think anything right now, all of his thoughts a messy jumble of confusion and curiosity and (a bit shamefully) desire. He knows he shouldn’t be ashamed for what he feels, what he wants, but there’s a lifetime’s worth of it built around everything he’s wanted that wasn’t in line with what he was supposed to be, and he’s still digging his way through that.

He wets his lips with his tongue and stares into the velvet-lined box, still trying to make sense of everything he’s feeling. "Is it… are they… for me?"

It’s a stupid question, but there’s a part of him that still can’t believe it, is still scared this is either a dream or some sort of joke.

Amir laughs, low and sultry, reaching out to curl his ring-laden fingers around Jude's bicep. The touch is so simple, so soft, but it still spreads warmth through Jude's body. "Of course. Not really my color, is it?"

It isn't, Jude knows. Amir prefers bolder colors, stark contrasts, shimmer and shine to draw the eye. He tries to say as much, but what comes out of his mouth is a fumbling, "Y-you look good in everything."

That laugh again, a smoky, rich thing that sinks beneath his skin, curls in his gut and leaves him aching to hear it again and again and again. "You're so sweet," Amir says, scratching affectionately at his scruffy chin with his free hand. He squeezes the other around Jude’s arm, the tips of his nails a tantalizing pressure that makes his chest feel tight, makes his breath quicken. “Why don’t you go try them on, make sure I got the sizing right.”

He did. Of course he did, Jude couldn’t doubt for a second he would. There’s no way the set isn’t entirely bespoke, too, considering there’s no tags in sight to indicate sizing. There’s a bit of embroidery on the inside of each piece (panties, garters, belt, a frilly top that he struggles to identify) that he assumes is a brand signature or something like it.

Amir ushers him back into the bathroom, smiling playfully as he closes the door, and Jude is left to stare at the box in his hands and try to sort through his thoughts.

It’s easier, with Amir there to distract him, when he can’t focus so much on his nerves, or what his family would think of him, or what he thinks of himself.

He keeps his eyes down, away from the mirror, as he carefully takes each piece of the set out of the box. There’s enough room on the vanity for him to lay them out one by one, and he tries to think of it the same way he thinks of disassembling an engine. You have to go into it with a plan, you have to know how the parts fit together, and in what order. He arranges them in the way he thinks (hopes) they’ll need to go on his body, and takes a slow, deep breath.

The most daunting piece, it seems, will have to be the one that goes first. He picks up the panties, wincing when the calluses on his palms snag at the lace. He frantically checks for damage, his heart pounding, and sighs with relief when nothing seems to be out of place.

He looks over his shoulder, towards the door. Amir is quietly waiting on the other side, probably keeping himself busy with organizing his ever-crowded schedule while Jude has a quiet panic spiral about underwear in his bathroom. But he’s been waiting long enough, and though he teased, he’s been endlessly patient with Jude, and kind enough to get him not just a gift, but an expensive, custom gift he literally plucked from the human’s deepest, most secret desires.

Jude takes another grounding breath, and meticulously, cautiously, pulls the underwear on.

He knows he’s in trouble when a shudder works its way through him at the way the lace feels sliding up his legs, softer than he expected. He’s achingly aware of it whispering up his calves, stretching around his thighs, and nestle over his hips. It takes a bit of… adjustment in certain areas, but given that they were made specifically for his body (and that’s still something he can barely wrap his head around) everything, uh, settles in with surprising ease. It’s oddly comfortable and, more than that, it feels right.

He swallows so hard his throat clicks, and keeps his eyes steadfastly away from the mirror as he reaches for the next pieces–the stockings– with trembling hands.

Amir’s bathroom is practically the size of a studio apartment on its own, and thankfully there’s a seat near the vanity in the form of a plushy padded stool. He sits down and feels the panties shift and stretch around his hips and ass, and gently scrunches the first stocking. He tries to remember how people in movies put them on, and goes from there, bunching it and then pulling it slowly up his leg. It shouldn’t feel so sultry to basically be putting on socks, but the opaque material edged with more of that soft pink lace scraping gently against his skin is thrilling him beyond words. The second stocking doesn't fluster him any less, and he spends a moment or two just staring down at his legs, trying to make sense of what he's seeing, and what it might be awakening in him.

The belt and garters come next, and those at least are fairly simple. The belt is broad and subtly patterned, nipping his waist in a bit without being too restrictive. He spends what feels like an age just running his hands over the smooth, satiny panels before he clips the garters with their tiny bows to it and attaches them to the stockings.

The final piece is the top, with its spidersilk-thin gold chains attached a smooth satin ribbon, and sheer ruffled fabric flowing down from the bust. There’s a touch of fear that it won’t fit him, that he’ll move wrong and tear it while trying to put it on, but it really was made to fit his body, and the way the hem floats around his (doughy, hairy, and sort of pale) belly does a lot to hide some of his insecurities. It does emphasize his chest in a way he’s not sure he likes, clinging and translucent, but when he carefully fastens the ribbon around his neck and makes sure the chains attached to it aren’t tangled, he forgets his stalemate with the mirror and looks up.

For a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

He looks like himself, still big, broad, and heavyset, with dense muscle padded with a layer of fat and dusted with dark hair, but the contrast of the dusky, pale lace against sun-browned skin and muted tattoos is something that leaves him feeling things he’s not sure he can name.

As if on cue, there’s a dainty little rap on the door, and he jolts, fingers twisting together. Amir is still waiting, and he has no clue how long he’s been in the bathroom—it feels like hours.

He turns and stands at the door, hand hovering over the handle, and feels his stomach beginning to tie itself into knots.

Amir sees something in him that he doesn’t see for himself, and he knows that logically, but his brain isn’t always the most logical place, especially right now. There’s a sense of impending dread taking root in his chest, leaving it crowded and too-small, like his lungs hardly have the room to expand. He imagines, a bit panicky, Amir taking one look at him and bursting out laughing, or the more likely outcome of feigning interest, telling Jude he looks nice, then hurrying him to change back into his normal clothes and never speaking of this little venture again.

As if Amir senses the direction his thoughts are going, the door swings open, making Jude flinch and—pulse pounding in his ears, heart jumping into his throat—wanting to scramble for cover. But he’s frozen, a deer in the headlights, as the succubus drinks him in.

"Oh, look at you…" he croons, beckoning him out of the doorway (and, of course, he follows without thinking) so he can circle him like he's sizing him up, like he’s taking in every inch of him before he pounces. "So pretty."

Jude couldn't feel more bare if he were actually naked, especially with the way the succubus is pulling him apart with just his molten gold eyes. But he can't get too caught up in that when he's left reeling over one simple word.

Pretty.

Nobody's ever called him pretty before.

Something slots into place in his chest, settles in and unfurls, a shuddering realization of a desire he never knew he held being fulfilled.

He never knew he wanted to be pretty, but it… it makes sense. And it feels good.

“I’ll admit, I took a bit of a risk,” Amir says, and there’s no teasing to his tone this time, just quiet consideration, a tenderness that makes Jude feel just as weak and helpless as his bold innuendo and sultry purring. “It was just a little hint of something I saw after…”

His expression shifts, brows furrowing, mouth curling. There's the faintest hint of that simmering anger he works so hard to hide. He doesn’t have to say anything, and Jude is grateful that he doesn’t. His thoughts were all over the place the night he had dinner with his family, he’s not surprised Amir managed to find the things he didn’t let himself think about, things he’d been struggling to bury for a good two decades, when all his old hurts were bubbling to the surface and he didn’t have the strength to push them down again.

“It was a guess,” Amir continues, easing closer, looking up with his head tilted, hair spilling over his shoulder in a glossy fall that Jude wants to hide in, bend himself practically in half so he can tuck away somewhere he actually feels safe, but he’s rooted to the spot feeling more exposed than he’s ever felt in his life. At least here, out in the open, he gets to see the way a slow smile starts to curl Amir’s lips again, softly smug. “But I think it’s safe to say it was a good one.”

Amir is so close, the heat of his body is almost enough to have Jude sweating, scantily clad as he is.

That could just as easily be nerves, or rather, anticipation.

Without his heels, Amir's a good six inches shorter than Jude, but it doesn't matter much with a presence like his. He effortlessly fills any room he struts into, and Jude's been helplessly drawn to him since the beginning. The demon stares at him with smoldering eyes, a gaze that clings to his skin like honey, thick and molten and saccharine, dripping from the ribbon at his throat, the slender chains connecting it to the top, and lingering at the bust for a long breathless moment before sliding down to the belt, the garters–

Jude shifts on the spot, shivers at the alien sensation of the stockings rubbing against the carpet, and tries to be subtle when he drops his hands to cover himself a bit. Unfortunately, it's not really possible for a man his size to be subtle in anything.

And then there's a swirl of mild disorientation, the sensation of breath against his ear, and a whisper in his mind that sends a shudder through his body.

No hiding, darling. I want to look at you.

Amir's lips don't move, but his eyes are so intent it feels like a physical touch. He takes his sweet time looking Jude over, admires him from every angle. Jude holds still obediently, doesn't try to hide, and he’s rewarded for his good behavior when Amir finally, finally touches him again, fingertips tracing along where the lace clings to his skin, where the softness of his hip spills out over the waistband of the panties, the lines the garters draw down his thick, hairy thighs to connect to the stockings and back up to slip under the floaty hem of the top and prickle his nails along the band that’s doing its best to support his ample chest.

His skin is burning now, between the hearthfire heat Amir radiates and his own blood rushing, and he’s starting to feel the shift in the atmosphere from an almost artistic appreciation to something a little more focused.

He’s not sure he can take much more of that focus, but thankfully Amir is very good at distracting him when he’s starting to feel overwhelmed. It just so happens that, in the current case, that distraction comes in the form of crowding him back into the nearest wall and pawing at him.

"W…wait," he whines out, helplessly squirming against the wall. He’s been able to restrain himself up to this point, to manage the low thrum of arousal building up in his gut since he starting pulling on all the satin and lace, but he can already feel himself straining against the delicate panties with Amir grabbing two big handfuls of his ass and squeezing. "I don't… I don't want to… mess these up."

There were no price tags, but he knows this has to be one of Amir's more expensive gifts. He's heard enough women in his life complain that just the mass-produced stuff is pricey, much less bespoke luxury lingerie. He can't even begin to guess how much Amir spent on what he's wearing, and he's honestly afraid to think about it too hard.

Amir laughs, something low and throaty that echoes sweetly in Jude's ribcage, settles heavy in his belly, and he tugs the human down to his level by the slip of ribbon around his throat. "Oh, darling," he coos indulgently, honey-sweet and just a touch condescending in that way Jude has gotten a little addicted to, "do you really think I only got you one set?"

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