#and yknow i think in some ways just her being around pushes me to be better..

[moodr1ng]

time to stop and think woah i love my little sister so much.. i saw her yesterday and she told me she broke up w her boyfriend of 6 months a couple days ago and we talked about it for a while (i think hes a dick, she thinks its not that bad, im probably just overprotective of her lol but whatever) and she mentioned that during the breakup he said she had done nothing wrong in the relationship and it was all on him, which it was, and i was just thinking like. "yeah obviously. youre the one person i know who has literally no flaws." like i thought about it for a sec and i cant think of a single trait of hers that i find annoying or that causes me problems or whatever. the only times ive ever found her to be like, a bit too harsh or moody or something is when shes responding aggressively to our mom, and having grown up w our mom i honestly cant blame her at all cause ik she can be really hard to bear with sometimes lol. but like. i dont think weve ever had a single fight in our lives yknow. its rare and precious to have someone so great in your family and im so glad she is there :)

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

batfam as fanfic tropes pt 2

ft bruce, dick, and jason warnings: i continue to give jason all of the angsty stuff but i promise i do it out of love, some suggestive jokes lol pt 1

bruce

not to keep pushing my superbat agenda but that may or may not be what i'm doing

only one bed trope let's go

likeeee yknow imagine they're on an undercover mission with the league or whatever but then they end up stuck in rockville, known for their slightly weird rock

and there's a single motel that only has one room left and of course there's only one bed

to add insult to injury, it's a queen bed and they're both like 6'+ guys so there's absolutely no way they're not gonna at least accidentally make physical contact (it's not gonna be accidental by the end of the night)

something about clark seeing bruce in pj's just seems so funny to me, i don't even have anything else to add

imagine they didn't bring pj's bc they didn't think the mission was going to take that long so they go to the motel's gift shop and they're forced to get cringey tourist shirts

"Rockville may not have much, but we sure rock!"

"Rock on over to Rockville"

we all know bruce technically doesn't haveeeee to sleep for 8 hours straight (and ig clark doesn't have to either? but i haven't read enough superman stuff to know how true that is) but i like the idea of him just sleeping anyways

and clark doesn't know any better so he's like yeah ok makes sense that he would need to sleep, he is human after all

bruce may act like he's bothered by this but like he's fooling nobody

i think it would be so funny if clark actually does manage to fall asleep but because bruce almost never sleeps for this long unless he's critically injured, he's just like lying there in the dark freaking out over being in the same bed as clark

bruce discovers fanfic of himself but it's not even in our universe, it's just gothamites writing fanfics about him

there's bruce wayne x reader, bruce wayne x oliver queen, bruce wayne x lois lane (clark is not happy about this), bruce wayne x nightwing??????, batman x every member of the justice league, and of course bruce wayne x batman

babs probably knew all along but she decides to wait until she finds something particularly scandalous before showing it to bruce

and let's just say some writers sure have creative imaginations when it comes to uh what bruce and batman would be doing behind closed doors

i'm just imagining one day he's on patrol and saves some random person from getting mugged and then they're suddenly like, "wow i never thought i'd actually get to meet you. i'm a big fan. can i ask you some questions?"

and yknow, this happens sometimes. sure he'll entertain the questions, but he probably won't answer

"i actually write fanfic but i was having some trouble with your characterization. do you think you're more of a top or bottom?"

bruce.exe has stopped working

wait until he finds the fan art

dick

your siblings are best friends

hear me out, you have a younger sister who happens to be in the same after school art club as damian

and of course, being the good older sibling you are, you come to pick her up

but it certainly doesn't hurt to see dick grayson every week, waiting for his younger brother

at first he's just some handsome stranger who happens to be around the same age as you

and you're trying to figure out if he's here for his sibling or if he's just a very very young parent

thankfully, your sister introduces you to damian and by proxy you properly meet dick so you know he's not taken

and it's hard not to fall for him because he's just so funny and charming

and he's good with kids, as evident by how he handles damian but also one day when your sister comes out of art club sobbing because some kid messed with her artwork and he's able to calm her down in record time

he offers to get her ice cream as consolation but he's weirdly making eye contact with you as he says that and maybe you're just delusional but between this and the flirting you can't be blamed for feeling a certain way about the whole thing

but things frustratingly don't progress any further (mostly because dick thinks he's been pretty clear with the flirting and decides to back down because you don't seem to be reciprocating, whereas you're completely oblivious to the whole thing) so it's up to damian and your sister to take things into their own hands

cue the random playdates where they insist that you and dick both come for supervision or something while they draw and banish you and dick to another room because they need "pure artistic energy" in the room or whatever

and funnily enough the other room just so happens to have a candlelit dinner for two set up! wow, what a coincidence!

you guys have a very well cooked steak and talk things over (read: your siblings both yell at you from the other room to just confess already)

honestly, they're both pretty done with your antics but at least you're together now!

if you don't mention both of them in your wedding speeches there will be consequences

jason

who else would get hanahaki disease if not jason todd

for those who were not in the trenches of 2010’s anime fanfics, hanahaki disease is a fictional disease where you cough up flowers if your love is unrequited or like you think your love is unrequited

i just know this loser wouldn’t even realize he likes you until he starts coughing up random flowers and he’s like wtf????

it does not take a tim drake to figure out who he likes so ofc the last people to notice are him and you

also you just know he’s the type to suffer in silence instead of confess bc he thinks he’s burdening you with his feelings or like he doesn’t lead the type of life that can allow him to have a relationship or whatever emo edge lord stuff he does

also i think he is incapable of flirting LMAO

honestly, even if you confessed i can see him being like "how can you possibly love me, you must be confused"

normally the confession scene is where the sick person gets cured and like they get together

but nope! jason just straight up refuses bc ofc he does

good luck trying to convince him that you do like him, flaws and all

GET THIS DUDE HIS COLLEGE!AU

not to be dramatic but i desperately want him to have a happy and normal life so this one might be a bit of wish fulfilment on my behalf but like

once again i feel like he would actually want to go to college/uni

like will he complain about his assignments and exams? yes but don't we all?

i feel like he would just take courses he would like, so probably a lot of literature stuff

i think it would be very funny if he took one of those psychology courses, think like PSYCH 21XX: The Maladaptive Mind or smth and he's like "wow these trauma responses sound awfully familiar. wonder where i've heard about this before"

anyways i'm thinking about him being a humanities guy and then he meets you, a stem student who has to take this one english class to graduate

and he's also in a similar boat and is in your biology class for the science credit

so you guys decide to just study together and help each other out

and he may or may not catch feelings but it's hard not to when you have similar taste in books and can talk about a random poem you read in class for an hour

jason todd who gets rizzed up by your annotations

but then like halfway through second semester he realizes that you've hung out just for fun more often than you've actually hung out to study

and ofc there's a dramatic confession scene at graduation and he's stumbling over his words and god he might end it all because his family is there and freaking dick grayson is watching him confess to his crush

but like it's hard not to figure it out when he basically acts like your boyfriend on your "study dates" and honestly you already kinda figured you at least had something sort of going on and this confession is not shocking in the slightest

so that was super embarrassing for him but at least he's got a date next week?

hear me out...if you got into an accident and then developed retrograde amnesia

he's already stressed enough about the fact that you got injured in the first place

like what is the point of all of his training and patrolling to keep gotham safe if he can't even keep the person who's the most important to him safe?

then you wake up and he's so relieved he could cry

he thinks you're just a bit disoriented as he pulls you into his arms, promising he's never going to put you in a situation like that ever again

only for you to stare blankly at him

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

he thinks he would rather die and reincarnate again than live with the way you're looking at him

you're not even mad at getting hurt. you don't even remember that. you're just...looking at him like he's nothing more than a stranger because right now, that's what he is

i think his insecurities would be amped up to 100x after this, even if you did agree to come home with him and try to regain your memories

he's constantly praying that this is some messed up nightmare because he doesn't even know why you agreed to date him the first time around

so how is he supposed to make you fall for him again?

it's even worse because you are trying and you feel bad about it, but anytime he gets too close, he can see the way you flinch slightly

honestly he's going to start spiraling, like questioning whether he even deserves you or what he's doing wrong

is it because you don't know him? is he scaring you in some way? he would never hurt you, but that's all he's ever known. it was nice to live in this fantasy, but maybe all he was doing was delaying the inevitable

he starts to wonder if maybe he should just let you go now, while you don't remember anything. just thinking about it makes him want to claw his heart out but if it would keep you safe, he'd be willing to give you anything

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[heartz-for-de]

Hiii, Kirishima definitely needs more love.

Can we have a cute comfort confession fic? Reader and Kiri like each other but he feels like he's not good enough and is insecure about his quirk. So she comforts him and and tells him that her number 1? 😘

YES GES YES YES YES YE SYE SYE SYE SYE SYE SH YESSSS!

you knew better than to believe anything bakugo said, his half assed excuse as for why Kirishima had skipped training with the two of you sounded like straight bullshit.

“I’m gonna check on him, I mean cmon bakugo, Kiri? Missing training? It’s just so out of character for him.” You finally had said, breaking the silence. You grabbed a clean towel and wiped off the sweat that remained on your face.

“Maybe he jus’ wants to be alone, ever thought of that? Use your fuckin’ head..” he grumbled harshly at you, but you ignored it. Giving him a shrug and grabbing your bag.

Even if he wanted to be alone you still wanted to check on him, Kirishima meant a lot to you and you’d feel super shitty if he was going through something and he thought you didn’t care enough to check up on him.

If you were being honest with yourself, youd admit you were in love with Kiri. But you weren’t being honest, you were in denial. You didn’t want your best-friend. Especially not him—he was so out of your league it hurt to even think about trying to confess to him. So you pushed every outlandish feeling for him deep down in your stomach. Even if that meant you felt nauseous when you saw him smile.

While walking up to his dorm you tried to formulate something casual to say.

“Hey kiri, noticed you weren’t at training today. You okay?” No, too much.

“Hey, where were you today?” The hell? No sounds controlling.

“Hey kiri! You okay?” You nodded to yourself. That sounded normal enough. Not weird in any type of way.

When you reached his dorm you knocked softly, why were you nervous? You talked to him every day so why now was your throat drying up and why were you swallowing so thickly?

You heard some rustling, but no answer.

You sighed.

“Kiri?” You croaked out, it sounded weaker than you had wanted.

The rustling stopped and everything went quiet, the door slowly opened.

“Y/n, hey what’s up?” He asked with a small smile. His hair was down and his room was dark which was unusual for him in the middle of the day.

Something had to be wrong.

“Hey Kiri, just wanted to check on you. I noticed you weren’t at training like you had said you would be.” You reminded him. You silently cursed yourself, that was not the script you had rehearsed.

He gave you a weird, his nose scrunching up as he let out a restricted smile.

“Yeah, all good. Just lost track of time.” He answered a little too fast for your liking. Fuck the dumbass script.

“Kiri, is something wrong? Yknow I’m here for you.” You tried your best to console him, still not completely letting yourself say everything you had wanted.

His face contorted again. You swore you saw his eyes gloss over for a split second before he screwed them shut.

You pushed him softly into his dorm and closed the door. He looked shocked for a moment before you enveloped him into a tight hug.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but, I just felt like you needed this.” You mumbled into his muscular chest. You felt his arms tighten around you.

You felt him take a deep breath once he finally released you.

“I’m sorry. This is so unmanly of me, I really don’t want you to worry about me.” He suddenly recluses.

“Hey, no Kiri. I’m always here for you, that’s what friends are for.” You tried to reason.

At your words, Kirishima flinched. He hated it. How you were right in front of him, in arms reach, but he couldn’t have you. You were just friends, and you deserved much better than him, you deserved the best, and he’d never be the best.

“Gosh—I’m even more sorry for this, but I can’t do it anymore.” His resolve completely melted as he leaned against the wall, his hands dragging down his face.

You looked at him, perplexed.

“What—“ you tried to ask but he was already continuing his speech.

“I tried really hard to pretend I didn’t feel a certain way about you, but I can’t do it to myself anymore. It’s torture, y/n.” He muttered with shaky breaths, his words spilling from his mouth like vomit.

“I love you. And I know I shouldn’t, I know it’s so god damn selfish of me to try and trap you with someone—someone so below you, but I can’t hold it back anymore.” The more he talked the more you felt your own eyes tearing up, not sure whether to be thrilled from his confession or heartbroken from the realization of why he never confessed.

“Kiri..” you composed yourself, looking up at him.

“No, please don’t try and console me with empty words. I am not asking you to just drop your life and be with me—that would be so fucking unmanly— I just needed to to tell you how I felt before I combusted from pressure in my heart.” He groaned. You knew he was trying to lighten the mood with light hearted humor, but every light scold he let out was empty and you saw no real sparkle in his eyes as he spoke.

“You, I mean you’re amazing. You have such a bright future and I- I don’t. I mean like look at my quirk compared to every other guys here. You’re gonna make it so far in life—I mean if you stuck with me I’d be like a god damn ball and chain.” He let out another dry laugh, this time it seemed as if it was to comfort himself rather than you.

“Eijirou, please—for one second— shut the hell up.” You finally got out, interrupting his seemingly never ending rambles.

You took a deep breath before you started talking, looking him straight into his crimson eyes. The same ones you fell in love with during first year.

“I understand feeling insecure, but you are one of the best heros I know. I’ve never felt more safe than when I am around you, please don’t talk about yourself like that. You have to be the manliest guy at this school, eiji!” You nearly bursted with raw emotion as you spoke to him, your arm coming up to caress his own as he looked at you like you hung the moon with your own damn fingers.

“—but, what isn’t manly is assuming how I felt about you. Kiri, I’ve adored you since that day during first year when you accidentally tripped bakugo and he chased you down the hall. I never in a million years would’ve thought you would’ve wanted me in the same way. I mean I thought you were out of my league!” You spoke softer, trying to soften the atmosphere with your tone.

Kirishima just stared at you, wide eyed and hunched.

Were you being serious? The girl of his dreams, stood infront of him, calling him manly? Saying she wanted him just as bad as he did her? He blinked a few times just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming—again.

All the while you stood there patiently, giving him the time and space he needed to process your words.

“I swear if this is some fucked up dream—“ he blurted.

“It isn’t, I promise.” You quickly retorted. You brought your hands up to his face in attempt to calm his seemingly buzzing nerves.

You then let out a soft gasp as he stood straight up, his frame towering over your own.

“Can I kiss you? I know we already went over the whole feelings thing, It just wouldn’t be right if I didn’t ask you.” He spoke heavily. His eyes snapping from your eyes to your lips.

The two of you stood in the entrance of his dorm room, the lights still clicked off. You smiled softly.

“Of course, you can eij-“ his lips connected to yours in an instant. The two of you meeting for a well awaited kiss.

You had dreamed of such a kiss before, waking up In a shameful state at the thought of your best friend kissing you. You couldn’t believe that was your reality now.

After a moment you pulled back, your eyes scanned his own dazed face. You’d never understand his insecurities.

“You’ll always be number one to me, no matter what.” You let out.

He stood there stunned once more, he felt like a god damn school girl with how flushed you had him everytime you spoke.

“Did you crawl into my brain or something? Why do you say exactly what I need to hear?” He teased you once he regained his own composure, his hands slipping to meet your waist. You’d never understand felt his breath against your lips and in an instant they were connected once more.

———

I don’t like how this turned out but I’m not gonna deprive yall of content:)))

[stxrryskys]

Idk gang sometimes I just wanna be manhandled 😔 anyways can u do manhandling HCS for the MW crew? Including Anya cuz I feel like she's stronger than let on.

AHHH I LOVE THIS WHAT THE FREAK SAGE!!

C/W : Mating press, dirty talk, pet names, drooling?, oral (F receiving), over stimulation,degradation, and..man handling..obv

and I think thats it😣😣, not proofread!! Enjoy!

Daisuke:

He was just a baby!! He never thought he'd have you in such a compromising postiton like this

The one thing he wants to do in life is make his girlfriend feel good so when you came to him about how you'd want him to be more rough in bed he did his research, he searched some positions and some things to say that would satisfy you

So when you guys were fucking he had you in ... Mating press, you weren't flexible so you had to admit it was kinda painful at first but the pleasure of his cock hammering in and out of you

"A-am I doing - good? "

"Mhm- fuck Daisuke I'm gonna-" when you came on his cock he just kept going and it was almost to much..

Curly:

He's a big guy, a really big guy, and he's always so gentle with you, part of you wished he'd just throw you down on your bed and just rock your shit, in a sexual sense that is. You had talked to curly about it on a couple of occasions and he's stated that the thought of hurting you makes him uncomfortable, and you understand that and the last thing you wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable.

Today you had a plan, you would act insanely bratty at dinner with his coworkers to yknow.. Make him crack.

"Uh.. Boss will you uh? Excuse us? " his eye was practically twitching and he grabbed your arm, forcing you to follow him to the bathroom.

"This was your plan huh? Act like a fucking brat until I what? Take you to the bathroom and fuck you? " he locked the stall and whisper yelled and propped you up on the sink

"... Depends.. Are you gonna fuck me in the bathroom? "

He scoffed loudly and flipped your dress up, your damp panties in his view

"Shit- fucking slut.. " he muttered

"What did you just call me? "

"I said you were a fucking slut" he pulled your panties down to you ankles and you just bit your lip, this was really happening

10 minutes went by and he couldn't care less about the people at the dinner table, he was just focused on fucking you, his hand over your mouth as he abused your tight cunt, spreading your legs to the point where it hurt, regardless of the conversations you guys had before he was really enjoying himself..

Needless to say he will definitely do this again

Jimmy:

We all know he likes being rough with you, and tonight was no different.

He had a rough day, he was so sick and fucking tired of people always praising curly, always congratulating curly, the only good thing in his life was you. You always praised him, you always congratulated him. He was missing you so he clocked out early just to see you.

"Babe? " he walked into your shared home and tossed his shoes off and began looking around for you, he walked into your shared bedroom and there you were, fingers in your cunt, pumping in and out of you.

"Jeez you could've invited me"

3 hours later and your head is pushed into your pillow, drool dribbling down your chin, Jimmy abusing your cervix from behind with his cock

Anya:

she loves eating your pussy... Like LOVES, so when she came back from a stressful work day at the hospital she was looking for a way to calm down.

You were laying on the couch and she got home, slammed the door, took off her jacket and stormed up to you and grabbed your arm tightly, made you get up off the couch and dragged you to your shared bedroom, she wasn't usually this rough so it was like a different side of her, she must've had a tough day.

She practically pushed you onto the bed and practically ripped off your pj pants

"No panties.. It's almost like you were waiting for me"

She gripped your thighs and forced them apart, the wetness of your pussy already pooling under you.

"Can- can I just- please? " she basically begged

"Yeah- of course my love-ah-! " as soon as you said yes she began to DEVOUR you, she was eating your pussy like she hadnt eaten in ages, and she probably didnt, this was gonna be a looooong night.

THANK YOU FOR READING, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.. also if you reblog also comment.. I wanna know your thoughts!

[7arami]

A Good Soldier

Take a shot every time I use the word suspicious.

What if instead of being guided by his anger for being replaced, Jason is instead guided by shame, guilt, insecurity, desperation. What if he blames himself for not being a good enough robin. He caused Bruce to lose trust in him because of what happened with Felipe Garzonas. He believes it's his fault he died because he pushed Bruce away and because he didn't listen to Bruce in Ethiopia. He was the one who chose to chase his birth mother instead of listening to Bruce's orders (at least in Post-Crisis, of course minor details would change depending on what version of his backstory/death is used).

I am a lover and follower of Good Mom Talia, yall (DC) will never make me hate her. So she is not trying to manipulate Jason in this, she was just the one who told him everything that has happened since he died.

Personally I'm thinking of YJ!Jason aka the Red Hooded Ninja, like appearance wise, just cause I like that Jason look, very fun. And it also works with what I'm thinking of. Cause I want this Jason to hate his past/younger self, like he completely abandons Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. And instead goes back to Gotham in hopes of, not redeeming himself, cause he's not Jason anymore, but reinventing himself. He doesn't go by the Red Hood either, instead he'd kinda just stay nameless.

The main thing about this Jason is he refuses to kill, no matter how much he wants to or believes the person deserves it. (He also doesn't use guns cause that's a big no-no for Bruce) This Jason is determined to be better, to follow Bruce's rules correctly in hopes that this new him will be accepted by his dad. He is constantly fighting villains even to the point of over exhaustion. At the same time that he is doing all of this with the hopes of being in Bruce's good graces again, he also tends to freeze whenever he is confronted by him. (And despite how careful Jason is and how much he tries to keep to the shadows, he does not go unnoticed by Bruce. Bruce notices the changes happening in crime alley, how someone has been cracking down on the drug trade and human trafficking. But when he asks Gordon about who brought all these new people in, all Gordon can tell him is they were dropped on GCPD's doorstep. Most of the people brought in just say they were attacked by some hooded fella with a sword.) So whenever he is faced with Batman, Jason struggles to say anything, too worried that he'll give himself away and Bruce will find out that he is his failure son that died all those years ago (clarification: this is from Jason's perspective, Bruce loves and misses his Jaybird dearly). So he tends to not speak, not in a nonverbal way just in a paranoid/nervous way, and fidget. Many times when he sees Bruce or Dick he tends to turn around and flee. Which makes it hard for the batfamily, who is just trying to do their best to find out who this new vigilante is, especially if there suspicions are right and it is this red hooded figure that has been making remarkable strides in cleaning up Crime Alley.

I also like to imagine that Jason gives most of the money he makes from his control over the drug trade, as like a shadow leader cause he still sees this as the best way to keep drugs out of the hands of children and decrease the chances of overdose (I also see him setting up more rehabs and safe zones for drug addicts with clean needles, yknow that sort of thing), to charity. Like Bruce is told of like hundred thousands of dollars being donated to various Wayne charity organizations in hard cash and the only description of the donor is a hooded man wearing a mask. Like no one can catch a glimpse of the dudes face, he just shows up, drops off the money, then disappears.

The whole situation confuses everyone, because it seems as though this mystery guy is a good person but they can't understand why he is constantly running away from them if he isn't doing anything wrong.

This part isn't as serious to the story, but I also like to think that because Alfred and Barbara aren't like out on the field, Jason gets kind of desperate to see them. Like he can watch from a far how Bruce and Dick are doing, sometimes he even gets to talk with them (even though the conversation is very one-sided and Jason is shitting bricks the whole time during it). But with Alfred and Barbara he has to get more creative. I've mentioned before that I like the idea of Barbara working at a library as a day job, and Jason just so happens to like to frequent that library. Now Jason doesn't have a life, at least not a day life, his night-life is quite active. So he has plenty of time to spare to just lounge around the library, and I mean cmon not only does he get to be surrounded by books but he also gets to hangout with his favorite kinda-older sister (Jason doesn't really no Cass, at least not yet, so that's why he is allowed to have a favorite). And sure she might barely know he's there most of the time, and when she does, she tends to look at him with suspicion. And yes, he might suck at conversing with her, or just talking in general, but he's just shy. Sue him!

Barbara: *trying to figure out whether this is the same guy she caught in the very little video there was of the man who donated duffel bags of cash* Emma, huh? You a fan of Jane Austen? Jason (wearing a black hoodie, beanie [to cover his white strand], gloves [to cover his scarred hands + its cold], and is hunched over): *torn between wanting to make eye contact with his kinda-sister that he misses very much and looking anywhere but her because he doesn't like how his eyes are green and feels that they are tainted now and is ashamed because of it and doesn't want Barbara to see it* yea- Barbara: . . . uhhh- You got a favorite? Jason: *very scared that if he speaks anymore than he already has that he'll just give himself away and he'll never be allowed within a 100ft radius of his family ever again, so he just runs out the library instead of answering* Barbara: *still holding the copy of Emma Jason hadn't finished checking out* -tf

For Alfred, Jason has to plan it out more, so he low key stalks the poor man. Doing his best to "coincidentally" cross paths with his grandfather at the supermarket. Or, again, "coincidentally" be at the same cafe Alfred likes to frequent at the same time as him. And Alfred can't help but be both somewhat frightened and irritated by this masked figure who just happens to not only shop at the same grocery store at the same time as him but also his favorite cafe. He may not spend his nights running around in tights like some people but he can still tell one a random kid can't decide whether to look at him or pretend to read his book.

I also see Jason being very neutral with everyone else. Like he's jealous of Tim because he's seen how Bruce and Dick act around him and he also believes Tim is a better robin than he ever was. But he doesn't do anything about it cause this Jason doesn't have pit madness but Pit Depression™. So Jason continues to be his insecure self, he believes Tim is better for his family than he ever was. At first he keeps an eye out on Tim because he knows he is important to the family and doesn't want to see Bruce be upset over anything happening to his new, better robin. This leads to multiple instances of him saving Tim, sometimes even sending him home when he can tell the bird is running on fumes. Jason may also be a bit less cautious when it comes to talking to any of the newer bats because they don't know him the same way Bruce, Dick, Alfred, and Barbara know him. (Also just want to clarify, Jason isn't worried about them recognizing his voice because he's got a handy voice modulator on his mask. He's just worried he'll accidentally slip up and incriminate himself whether it be through information or mannerisms.) Little does Jason know, Tim is his little stalker. So Tim gets a little suspicious the more he talks with him, or at the very least a sense of deja vu (and yes I know technically Tim found out Batman's identity through Dick, at least in Post-Crisis, but I don't care. This is my dumb Au and I can do whatever I want with it).

Also, for this I can't tell whether I want Jason and Damian to have known each other when in the league. Cause Jason is using the same fit he used in the league so Damian would definitely recognize him. Like I have this idea that Jason would take care of Damian when he was catatonic, but because of that, post-pit Jason doesn't remember him and still goes to Gotham not realizing that Bruce's youngest definitely remembers him as his babysitter/brother from the league.

I might add to this idea more later, but I feel like I've written enough lol. I definitely want to come up with scenarios for Cass, Steph, and Duke. TLDR: Jason is insecure not angry, and therefore he does his best to be a good little soldier for Bruce in hopes for becoming someone Bruce will love again.

(OMG SHE SAID THE NAME-SHE SAID THE TITLE)

[the-traveling-poet]

Hi love! I’ve read a levi x reader where the reader was Levi’s lieutenant and they had a secret relationship and I just liked it so much… so I’d like to ask could you do a Levi x lieutenant reader where the reader gets injured during an expedition out of the walls and they have a secret relationship, but like, Levi cannot show too much affection cause of course he is “ice cold Captain Levi” but he is so worried for her? I’m feeling a bit sick lately, stuck at home with the flu and wanted to cheer myself up… thank you anyway! ❤️

Priorities

Being Corporal Levi’s Lieutenant was a demanding job. As well as being his second in command, you doubled as his personal assistant. Though you were always up for the job, sometimes it was tough.

But not as tough as keeping the two of your’s relationship behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.

One particular expedition gone wrong might just bring to light a side of Levi the rest of the Scouting Regime hasn’t seen before; The one that only you get to.

Pairing: Corporal Levi x Lieutenant!Reader

Warnings: Angst-to-fluff, long fic, language, descriptions of wounds, secret relationship. SFW, xReader, Multiple POV’s, S1

A/N: Ofc! I too am a sucker for “secret relationship” tropes, so I was really excited to write this one out! I downed 4 shots of tequila and speed wrote this. I’m not ashamed of myself, just a little surprised. I hope it’s to your expectations, and if not I will happily redo whatever you prefer~

Get well soon babe!🤎 Enjoy~

Typically, you preferred to go through your warm up routine before sparring. Stretching, running a couple laps, exercising your legs to ensure flexibility; the usual.

But today, you didn’t get that luxury.

Landing on your ass for the third time in twenty minuets, you huffed a sigh of frustration.

The hell is his problem?

“Get up, L/N.” A bored tone called down to you.

Brushing the dirt off your rear, you pulled yourself to your feet and tried your best to keep your expression neutral. Levi paced closer to you, arms folded across his chest and his brow furrowed.

“Your stance isn’t steady, so you keep falling on your ass. How many more time do I have to knock you down before you realize this?” he continued.

Slowly bringing your arms up to salute him, you met his steely gaze.

“Yeah yeah, sorry sir,” you muttered. Typically, backtalk or anything of the such wouldn’t be tolerated, but you were an exception. A fact that still baffled the rest of the Special Operations Squad.

Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention to the small group watching your matches.

“That’s enough for today. Clean up and get down to the mess hall.”

“Sir!” his squad responded with salutes of their own, and were quick to follow his orders.

Petra stalled for a moment, shooting you a concerned look over her shoulder before she followed after the others. She was a sweet girl, you thought. She’s come to you many times about her concerns for the way your Captain treated you, but you’d always reassured her that you and Levi simply just butted heads more often than not.

Once they were gone, you sighed and threw a look over at your Captain.

“Yknow, if you’d have let me warm up first, those fights would have ended differently.”

“You think on the field you’ll have time to stretch your pretty legs before you fly after a titan’s nape?” He responded, but this time his tone wasn’t so harsh.

“What’s up your ass?” You grinned, stepping closer to him.

“Your attitude,” he smirked ever so slightly. He looked you up and down quickly, then glanced around your surroundings. You two were alone on the training grounds. His posture relaxed slightly as he reached out to fix some of your lose hairs.

“You know I push you because I want to see you succeed,” he stated softly.

“I know, Lee. I know,” you smiled back, taking his hand out of your hair and into your own. “I’m starting to think your ‘reverse physiology’ isn’t working, though.”

“What do you mean?” He raised a single brow as he squeezed your hand and slowly led you back to the entrance of HQ.

“Acting harder on me to hide the fact you love me. It’s just drawing us more attention.” You shrugged.

Levi sighed, almost in defeat. “I suppose you’re right. I don’t like being hard on you. But with our positions in the Corps…You know this isn’t allowed.”

You mimicked his sigh, briefly leaning your head against his shoulder before the doors opened. Though all too soon, he pushed open the doors and let go of your hand, his face immediately set with indifference.

“I’ll see you tonight. Eyebrows wants us Captains and Section Commanders to report to him before tomorrow’s expedition.” He murmured softly in your ear before taking his leave, leaving you to find your own way to the mess hall for the evening.

Sitting with your companions, you picked listlessly at the food on your plate. Eld and Gunther were too caught up in their own conversation to notice your melancholy demeanor, while Oulo was far too focused on his plate to care.

Petra sat to your right, sipping from her cup but keeping a close eye on you. Catching her stare, you shoot her a reassuring smile.

The 56th expedition beyond the walls was the following day, and needless to say it weighed heavily on all your minds.

Petra placed a hand onto your shoulder and tried her best to smile back. She returned her attention back to her food, and you were quick to follow suit. But the longer you sat there, glancing up towards the empty seat at the head of the table, the less of an appetite you had.

If only we didn’t have to hide…

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Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel loosely around your body before braiding back your hair. You’d ate what you could stomach in the mess hall, then decided to retire to your room early to avoid having to socialize with anyone.

And by your room, you meant Levi’s personal room. You’d been staying with him for awhile now, though you’d have to sneak in early and leave even earlier in the morning to avoid being caught by anyone else.

Slipping on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, you left his private bathroom and entered the bedroom.

“Well don’t you look lovely.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, and as it was you barely muffled a gasp.

“Shit Levi, I didn’t even hear you enter.”

Levi sat on the corner of his mattress, loose carvat around his neck and uniform straps removed from his torso and legs. He offered you a minuet smirk, then stood and strode over to you.

“Usually, you’re not in here till later,” he observed aloud.

“I wanted to retire early. Get a shower in, relax…See you…” You muttered sheepishly, playing with the hem of the shirt you wore.

Giving you a soft smile, his arms quickly found purchase around your waist. Immediately you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on his chest with a contented sigh.

You both stayed like that for a handful of minuets, living in the peaceful moment life had decided to grant you this evening. Suddenly, with a sigh, Levi slowly released you.

“Listen…About tomorrow-“

“I know, I know. ‘Stay close to the squad, don’t be a dumbass, and don’t die.’” You recited with a chuckle. Rolling his eyes with a huff, Levi led you to sit on the bed beside him.

“Precisely. You’d better watch yourself out there. I need…We need more moments like this; together. Can’t do that if your dumbass doesn’t come back.”

“You, too. You may be ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ and all, but I don’t want to see a single cut on you when we’re back.” You poked his at his chest playfully and leaned into his warm embrace.

“Yea, dear.” His mocking tone didn’t go unnoticed by you, but before you could retort, you found yourself falling sideways onto the bed. Levi had shifted on the bed and let you fall forward so that he could stand up.

“Erwin made a comment tonight,” he spoke over his shoulder as he gathered up a change of clothes for himself.

“Oh?” You propped yourself up on your elbows to follow him with your eyes.

“Said ‘You and Lieutenant Y/N make a good team. We’ll need you both on the far right of the formation.’” Levi quoted as he slipped on a new shirt.

“Then he pulled me aside after the meeting. ‘Don’t let personal feelings get in the way of the mission. I understand this may seem unfair to ask, but I’ve seen the way you look at your second in command .’, so I said I wouldn’t.”

Scoffing back a laugh, you grinned. “It’s a little too late for that.”

“By about two years, yeah.” Levi hummed in agreement, joining you in bed with a relaxed sigh.

You were quick to snuggle up to him, and his arm instinctively draped over your waist. Laying your head back onto his chest, you looked up at him. Only to find his gaze already on you. You knew that look in his eyes…

“Hey, I will come back. I always do,” you reassured him in a soft whisper.

“You’d better. I’m not sure what I’d do without you here,” he whispered back, letting his eyes close shut.

Placing a kiss on his cheek, you snuggled under the covers and closed your eyes. “You won’t ever have to find out,” was the last thing you whispered before you let your exhaustion take over.

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3rd person POV

“The 56th expedition is about to begin; prepare yourselves!”

Commander Erwin’s voice boomed from the front of the formation, reaching every soldier under his command. With cheers from the civilians gathered around to see them off, Levi snuck one last glance over to you. Giving you a confident nod, he gripped the reins from atop his horse and stared straight ahead.

Soon enough, the gates opened wide, and the Survey Corps spilled out at a gallop.

For the first hour, everything was going smoothly. A handful of titans here and there were quickly dealt with by the S.O.S. Onwards they raced, until a splitting scream broke the eire silence hanging over them. Whipping her head forward, Y/N was quick to shoot her ODMG onto the nearest tree and grapple onto it. Despite her Captain’s screams of protest, Y/N was off.

Only a moment passed, and Levi had lost sight of her amongst the forming group of titans.

Half an hour later, Commander Erwin had called for a retreat. What had originally been a mere observation exposition, had turned into a blood bath. Only half the soldiers sent out had returned to the vantage point, and most were wounded.

Whether it be a deep cut or a punctured lung, the field medics were kept busy.

Captain Levi slid off his horse hastily, looking around at everyone gathered. His eyes scanned the loose crowd anxiously, but not once did his eager gaze meet yours. Panic bubbles up in his chest, but he manages to keep calm.

On the outside, anyways.

Once a frantic Preta comes running over to him, out of breath and panting, does he get a clue as to your whereabouts.

His ever present mask starts to shatter, and in an instant he’s sprinting across the open field towards the medic tents; your name on his lips.

The moment he entered one of the several tents set up not far outside the walls, the make-shift camp went silent.

Cadets and Captains alike all paused in their tasks when a broken cry came from the larger of the tents set up.

Everyone turned their heads towards the sound. A sight lay before them they never thought they would ever see before; Humanity’s strongest solder nearly buckling under his own weight, clutching at the flaps of the center most medical tent as he cried out in fear.

Many crowded around him, fearful for his safety and curious of any injuries he might have sustained. But once they were able to see over shoulder, the truth hit them like a punch to the face.

Levi had rushed to one of the beds in the tent, falling to his knees and grasping the hand of the person who laid unconscious under the sheets.

Pushing through the crowd, Commander Erwin and Section Commander Hange softly gasped at the sight of Levi’s second in command, Lieutenant Y/N, out cold on the cot.

“The hell are you doing?! Tend to her, that’s an order!” Levi barked out harshly to one of the medics, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

For a moment, no one knew what to do. Every rumor of the raven before them being unemotional quickly went out the window as they finally understood.

The cold man did have a heart. And it belonged to you.

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Reader’s POV

The last thing you remembered, was rushing out of formation to save the poor cadet caught in the grasp of a fifteen meter. Your blades were at the ready, gleaming in the sunlight reflected off the cloudy sky overhead.

The moment you freed the cadet from the monster’s grasp, you realized a fatal mistake you’d made; you’d gotten too close to its mouth.

In a moment of panic, you twisted yourself in midair and made to get away, but you were far too late. In a mere second that seemed to last an eternity, you felt a searing white hot pain erupt near your right hip. Screaming out in pain and frustration, you managed to swing your arm back just far enough to jab your blade into the titan’s lip, causing its jaw to lock for a moment as it processed what you were doing.

This gave you enough time to wiggle your way out from between its teeth, shooting your ODM gear hooks into its shoulder and glide away.

Despite the amount of blood you were losing, as well as the blinding pain that threatened to render you unconscious at any moment, you’d swung yourself up into a sharp arch and sliced through its tough nape.

With the titan’s corpse, you fell as well. An intense ringing sounded in your ears when you opened your eyes, only to see the young cadet hovering over you with tears in their eyes. Faintly, you heard them mention a medic, but then your eyes shut against your will.

Before you lost consciousness, your mind drifted back in time, to a moment you last remembered experiencing joy. That very morning, in fact.

The way you’d woken up cocooned in the arms of your lover, feeling warm and safe. Not a care in the world, as you ignored your soon to be pending responsibilities. The way you had looked up and seen his smile, so bright and genuine and filled with such love.

If this is it, then I’m glad he’s the last thing I remember seeing…

Some time later, much to your confusion, your eyes cracked open to see a window. Sunlight poured through, nearly threatening to blind you as you lifted a weak arm up to block the light.

A groan left your lips as you tried to sit up, only to find you couldn’t manage the movement on your own. Reaching down below the covers that covered your midsection with your other hand, you felt the distinct material of thick medical wraps around your midsection. It was slightly damp, and you caught the faint whiff of blood.

Confusion clouded your judgment, causing you to try and remove the bandages to see what exactly was wrong with you. You supposed you were back in HQ, safely within the infirmary. Yet when you tried to shift your shoulders forward to remove the cloths, you suddenly became aware of a weight pressing down on your left shoulder.

Turning your head, you squinted your eyes at the veil of raven black hair obscuring your vision.

Only one thing came to mind when seeing the color…

“Levi?” you managed to croak out.

Immediately the weight shifted, and a face rose up from your shoulder where it had previously rested. Tired grey eyes met yours, and immediately widened.

“Y/N,” Levi whispered, almost in disbelief. Sitting up straight in the chair he sat in beside your bed, his hand immediately came up to cup the side of your face.

“You’re awake…”

“No shit, babe.”

Biting back a chuckle, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

“You’ve been out of it for three days…How do you feel? Can I get you anything? Water? More blankets? Do your wraps need replaced yet?”

“Levi, baby, slow down…What-what happened?” You couldn’t help but for a soft chuckle to escape you at his worried tone. Immediately, a scowl took over his face.

“Your dumb fucking ass got hurt. You promised…You idiot.” He whispered, his eyes giving him away. He could look as mad as he wanted, but his eyes would always tell you exactly what he was really thinking. He was scared shitless, but also relieved.

“I’m sorry,” you cooed softly, running your shaking hands through his hair. “I wanted to save that kid. They looked so scared…Ao helpless…But what matters right now, is that we’re both safe. We made it back in once piece.”

Levi took your words into consideration, his brow furrowed and his eyes frantically searching your face. Finally, with a sigh, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your gently. It wasn’t a rushed kiss, nor a heated one. Moreover, it was soft. Reassuring, for both you and him. Kissing him back just as softly, you allowed your tense posture to relax softly.

Breaking away, his face stayed within an inch of yours as he caught his breath. “Don’t you ever dare scare me like that again. I made a fucking fool of myself out there, thinking I was too late…”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” you chuckled teasingly.

“Shut up, you know what I meant,” he breathed, his breath hitting against your now damp lips.

“I’m sorry. I really am, Lee. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Looking you in the eye for confirmation, Levi seemed to come to terms with your statement and leaned in once more, quickly taking your lips back to rest against his own.

From the infirmary threshold, the door creaked open slightly. Yet neither you nor Levi seemed to notice.

On the other side peaked in a curious Hange and a concerned Erwin. Upon seeing the sight displayed before them, Erwin had to hold Hange back from squeaking in excitement.

“I told you something was going on between the two of them!“ they shouted in a hushed voice.

Shaking his head with a weary smile, Erwin closed the door to the infirmary and headed back down the hall with the scientist.

“I know. They think they’re clever in hiding it, but two years ago I walked into Levi’s office and saw something similar. But for now, let’s let them continue to live in blissful ‘secrecy’ a little longer.”

[thecorefrisk]

Marinette rants & Lukanette critiques & Miraculous Holder’s resembling their miraculous

Haven’t watched the show in a while but I’ve got opinions anyway!!

Yknow, if Marinette got the mouse miraculous, it would have been really interesting to see that predator-prey dynamic not only with her opposition but also her allies. Because mice don’t really ‘beat’ their opponents, they outsmart them then scurry away afterwards. (To my knowledge, of course.)

And in a universe where the miraculous actually impacted the behavior of the miraculous holder, then this would have been both a point of conflict and a point for romance. A sort of ‘you can run but I’ll always catch you’ or ‘you can try and run after me, but you’ll never get me’ that could work both for an enemy and a favorable ally.

It also would have made Lukanette a bit more interesting because it’s not that Luka isn’t the perfect partner or the perfect boyfriend. It’s that with Luka, nothing would have moved, there wouldn’t have been that fire and passion. They were good for each other but the way talked with each other didn’t exactly reel me in like it did with Ladynoir.

All in all, I loved them but I can admit they were a bit boring because Luka wasn’t set up to be the ‘main’ love interest and that was the exact issue. They wrote him like a throwaway because he was one. I think a lot more people would have liked Lukanette if there was a push and pull, a point of real banter where they understood each other and came to understand each other much swifter than Adrien and Marinette did. Their relationship should have been perfect but…

Ladybug. Not Adrien. Ladybug.

I think Marinette should have genuinely tried to get over Adrien (as in put more effort than what I saw on screen). But turns out, he’s not the issue in her perfect relationship. It’s the fact that she’s a superhero and genuinely can’t just tell Luka because hawkmoth could get to him and abuse that knowledge. (And she’s terrified of getting into another Chat Blanc situation where she’s cornered in all areas of her life.)

Also, he was way too nonchalant. I get it, being calm is a part of his character, but to never get flustered? Or shy? Or even a little blushy because of your crush? Impossible.

It’s not like I couldn’t tell he cared about her but it was more so that you could make him Marinette’s adoptive older brother and so many scenes wouldn’t have really changed and it would have been perceived as sweet overprotectiveness rather than romantic interest really easily. (Yknow, except any kiss scene they might have or might not have had.)

It felt like he was just a cool guy. And it ended there.

If they had a snake x mouse sort of dynamic, I could see some scenes where he pokes fun at the way she gets so flustered around the people she likes by flirting with her hard and her just completely freaking out. Like a snake brushing its fangs over the side of a mouse’s neck. Teasing.

I just think the miraculous holders should resemble their miraculous.

Adrien with the cat miraculous (purring, hissing, mischief, general smugness), Kagami with the dragon miraculous (hoarding, possessiveness, protectiveness), Alya with the fox miraculous (mischief, trickery, a high laugh, unconsciously taking stuff from other people’s plates), and Max with the horse miraculous (easily startled, aversion to solitude/dislikes not working with a team, general curiosity) (once horses find out something won’t eat them, they become very curious).

Also, if they had made Lukanette endgame, Adrinette/Ladynoir could have been a story about how love doesn’t have to be romantic to be real. You can still be soulmates even if you aren’t romantically inclined to one another.

Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.

[thesecretmansion]

heyyy could you please write smth where remus is with a taller reader (think 5'10 or 5'9) and other girls are talkinga bout how she won't fidn love bc guys will be intimidated and then this absoloute GOLIATH of a man (remus) appears and like hugs her and the girls have to shut up. also could you please please make her a girly girl. Im so tired of tall girls always being portrayed as masculine.

thanks a tonnnnnnnn!!!

"I mean she's pretty sure but she is just… so tall"

"Yeah I mean what guy would want that"

"Brad told me that guys like short girls specifically ones at yknow what height"

You heard all of these comments but none really stuck out to you. They were all phrases that you had heard before throughout your life. You were above average and lived in a town with mostly below average girls which made you seem even more massive. The gaggle of girls picked up their volume as they got closer.

"It's a waste she doesn't play basketball"

You almost let out a snort at that one. You were highly uncoordinated when it came to sports. You had in fact been pushed into basketball when you were younger but when it became clear that it was not something you enjoyed, you dropped out.

"I wonder how tall she is exactly"

5'10. That's how tall you were, give or take a few centimeters. You checked the time. Remus was supposed to meet you at 3:30 and it was currently 3:45.

"And she wears heels to parties. She is SO brave"

"Right? I wonder where she gets her clothes"

They couldn't be serious. You felt your eyes roll. They were acting like you were some ginormous creature and not 4 inches taller than them. You checked your watch again.

"I just wonder how hard it is for her to find a boyfriend?"

You heard someone behind you call your name and as you turned you caught a brief glimpse of the girls mouths hanging wide open. There a few feet in front of you was your glorious boyfriend holding flowers.

Remus hustled to catch up with you and gave you a sweet hug. His arms were huge as they wrapped around you and you felt bad for the way his poor back had to bend in order to give you a proper hug.

"I got these for you as an apology", He blurted before you could say anything.

"Remus", you laughed as you accepted the flowers, "you could have just called"

"Yeah but...", He trailed off as he shrugged. You craned your neck up even further too look him in the eyes. You felt your eyes crinkle from your smile.

Your smile only got wider as he grabbed your hand to walk. And it didn't even twitch when you passed the group of girls who were talking.

"Is that her boyfriend? Crikey how tall is he?", an incredulous voice spoke up from the group.

"6'6", Remus called over his shoulder smirking as he did so.

They quickly turned as to make it look as if they weren't staring but you didn't even notice too infatuated with your Goliath of a boyfriend.

heyy. I hope you liked this. my writings a bit rusty but I swear this time that I will actually write anything you guys send in within reason. I got a bit carried away with the comments. I'm not that tall myself (5'5) but there was a girl at my hs that was 6'2 and I wanted to be her so badd. Also unrelated fun fact but ginormous isn't a real word. Its a combo of gigantic and enormous and was first used in ELF.

[k2ntoss]

okay, so, adding onto your, as of this moment, most recent post, just picture it: you catch onto the fact that jason gets all smug seeing his handiwork on your nails when you jerk him off, and decide to surprise him by going out and testing literally every possible red nail polish available until you find the exact perfect shade that matches his helmet, and giving it to him as part of his gift for some occasion or another (personally I'm thinking either his birthday or Christmas, anniversary could work also)

but like, just imagine how thrilled he would be and how eager he would be to get that colour on your nails, and how impatient he would be for them to dry so he could see them in action, yknow? 👀👀

-🦊 (also omg i have my own tag now?🥹)

allow me to tell you that since you're the first "formal" anon with an emoji you are indeed my favorite, plus i'm always happy to see you around here bc you feed my delusions so thanks 🦊 ily, so yes you have your own tag

jason had to get used to his birthday being a little different since he started dating you, he had a reason to celebrate now and it was lovely, since he woke up you would shower him in details and little gifts and he loved to feel like a spoiled child because he felt all the love you had for him.

this year it wasn't different and his day was filled with things he liked a lot until he had to leave on patrol for a while so it was the perfect opportunity for you to prepare his last gift. it had been a while since he found out he liked painting your nails just to see artwork when you wrapped your hands around his dick, it simply made him grin proudly because it was his girl pleasing him and showing off her pretty nails, done by him so you decided to feed that little monster in jason's head. a whole week going into every store you saw to get the perfect shade of red that could match his helmet, carrying a pic on your phone just of the color to compare it until you found the one.

as soon as he slid into your apartment through the window he noticed the lights of the living room on which meant that you were there waiting for him so he made his way there. as soon as he saw you he took off the helmet, holding it under his arm and giving you a wide grin "isn't it past your bed time, princess?" jason asks teasingly as he walks towards the couch to sit next to you.

"no, it isn't because i have two last things for the birthday boy" you reply with a mischievous smile, handing him a small white box tied with a pretty red bow that he didn't wait to undo just to open the little box.

the smile that crept to his face was enough to know he was thinking about the reason behind the red nail polish bottle he was holding between his fingers, his eyes fixed on yours before he leaned in to kiss you but he stopped as soon as you tilted your head "are you gonna give me your pretty hands or do i have to ask?" jason's voice drops low and it makes a shiver run down your spine and even lower between your legs because you know what he wants.

"isn't it past my bed time? maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning so we can sleep" you reply, pushing jason a little just to build a little more of that pretty glint of need and desperation on his eyes and you let out a chuckle when he shakes his head, hair going messy and his white strand mixing a little with his jet black hair.

"you don't expect me to wait, right? give me your hands and let me see how they look when you use them on my cock, baby" jason's words make you swallow hard before you lay your hands on his thigh so he can start painting your nails and he's quick without messing it not even a little bit and you can't help but smiling when he's blowing on them to dry the nail polish.

"someone is getting a little impatient" you tease him which only earns you a low growl from his lips, he's impatient and needy because you can already see the outline of his half hard dick under his tactical pants and how his chest heaves under the chest plate so you blow a little too on your nails. jason stares at you, he even counts into his head how many minutes he has to wait until his trained eye sees the paint is dry.

"down on your knees. now" he almost barks the order as he spreads his legs to let you sit between them on the floor just to be met by his helmet placed between his thighs "put your pretty hands on the helmet, baby" jason says and you do so, his blood is boiling at the sight because the shade is exactly the same and his hands go a little clumsy when he decides to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants, taking away the helmet just so your hands can start to stroke him over his boxers.

there's soft grunts escaping his lips even if you're not touching him completely yet but he's so turned on by the color on your nails he can't really help it. leaning in he grabs your hips to move your body until you're sitting over his heavy boot, the rough material making you tremble ever so slightly "be a good girl and sit pretty there for me, yeah, love?" his voice is low and he smirks when you are the one sliding your hand under his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard dick, nodding at his words.

for jason there's nothing hotter than his girl but seeing you like this, getting him you know he likes to use with you makes him feel so good, the way you always seem to guess what he would enjoy a lot is like touching heaven and having you know, kneeling in front of him while you jerk him off sitting on his boot feels like the perfect birthday gift. your hand going up and down his length with the right amount of pressure before your thumb slides up to play with his tip drives him crazy, he thrust his hips a little just to urge you to keep going at the same time his hand holds your chin slowly guiding two digits into your mouth "don't you have anything to say to me, baby?" he asks with a smirk as his thumb presses your tongue to mess up with your words.

"happy birthday, jay..."

[seastarblue]

Writemas Day Nineteen!

BIG ONE YAY

ft ice skating, the Duo Ever (Kai n Fel as like 17 year olds) and glamour wearing off! yay!

the prompts for today!

the ones I used:

setting: festival (a little one 😌)

feeling: the bite of icy air

“He lost himself in the moment, he lost all thoughts of logic, of warning, of danger, and let himself be, living only for the moment.” (But like. Heavily edited. Which is on par for how I’ve been doing these 😭)

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“Ah, c’mon, Kaids,” Felix called behind him. “We’re gonna be late!”

“I’m coming, wait!” Kaiden replied, shrugging a light shawl over her shoulders. The days in the capital had gotten colder, and while they were never freezing like in Daeryn, Kaiden still felt chilly. Snow fluttered down onto the streets, light and gentle, and never overbearing.

The snow wouldn’t stop the little festival from happening, however. Crossing over many, many bridges, and climbing many, many ladders, the two teens eventually made their way to one of the city plazas. Kaiden had never been to this specific one; it was far from the trainee housing, and she really had no need to stray far from it. Felix had convinced her to come along, saying something about a surprise he had to show her. The strange boy was always full of surprises, Kaiden knew. Most of which were naught but harmless fun.

The plazas were normally beautiful, being the centerpieces of the Vespar, but this one was simply magnificent—the decor was sparse, yet tasteful, the snow adding a gentle ambiance to the area. Kaiden filled with warmth at the familiar sight. She’d never been here before, but it reminded her of Daeryn, with its simplistic style and homely charm.

What caught Kaiden’s attention was the giant circular ice… thing nestled in the center. A simple railing lined its edges, where some people were fastening their shoes, and on the actual circle people glided along the ice, graceful as birds.

“So?” Felix asked, bouncing from foot to foot. His dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement, much like a mirror to Kaiden’s own.

“What are they doing…?”

“It’s called ice skating! This,” he replied, sweeping a hand over the skaters, “is the rink!”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, they came up with them a few years back. People just liked them enough, I guess.” he explained. “But the winter’s not cold enough in the rest of Vespar to keep the ice solid. That’s why Liaba has the only rink!”

Kaiden shivered a bit, courtesy of the frigid winds that blew behind her. It was cold, she agreed. Though perhaps it was because of the sheer height of the mountain, much higher than the rest of the city. She glanced to her right, the small sign reading ‘Liaba Ridge’. Now she had a name to put to the place.

“Well… let’s get going?” she asked. She had to admit, she felt like a giddy schoolgirl at the prospect of ice skating.

Felix only smiled and pulled her along.

~~~

“…let me go over this again. You need to—ACK KAI NO!”

Kaiden fell flat on her backside. For the sixth time. She felt sore. And slightly paranoid, what with the literal blades strapped to her shoes.

Felix sighed. “You gotta let yourself move forward, Kaids.” He helped her up, got her hand on the railing, and pushed off to give her a demonstration.

He was graceful as ever, sailing across the ice in a simple straight line. After a few moments, he turned around again and emphasized his movements, shouting so that Kaiden could hear him. “See, it’s push, then glide, then push, then glide. Easy!”

Kaiden was skeptical, but she decided to let him return to her before she started her own push-glides. She started, steady and slow, with Felix standing near her for moral support.

She repeated Felix’s advice like a mantra. ‘Push, glide, push, glide…’ All was well, for a few moments. Then Kaiden slipped and fell for the seventh time.

She stayed seated on the ice, a small frown plastered on her face. “Felix, I don’t think I’m going to get this down anytime soon.”

“Aw, no, you’ll get it soon enough! These things take time, yknow?” He crouched down next to her, patting her shoulder. “You should have seen me a few years back, I was awful…” he made a face, greatly exaggerated, to try and cheer her up.

Kaiden’s face softened, but she still wasn’t convinced. “I think I’ll take a break. Over there.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Have your fun, Fel.” She got up, accidentally pressing Felix’s back in pursuit of a support. He winced.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He led—or rather pushed and pulled—her to the railing. She leaned back on it, and off Felix went.

The ice near them was completely empty, the other skaters opting to stay on the other side of the rink, away from the stumbling newbie. So, instead of people-watching, Kaiden opted to Felix-watch.

As she observed, Felix’s movements became more loose, his expression softer, somehow. He never once seemed upset with her, during all their outings, but now he seemed… at peace. More serene. She liked it. But, at the same time, she wondered why he felt calmer now.

As he skated, he seemed to lose himself in the moment. Like nothing mattered. Not danger—as if there was any—not logic, nor the world around him. Just him, the ice, and the icy air biting at the residents of the rink.

Then, something changed. Felix himself changed. His jacket, originally covering his back, morphed away to reveal a diamond-shaped cutout, and from it emerged silvery insect wings. They glittered, mirroring the ice underneath him, and it took her breath away.

The moment shattered when his eyes—now a pale grey—met her star-struck ones, and he looked positively horrified.

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[c0la-queen]

Absolutely melting at the idea of the Hybird!Boys nagging at Reader for her food even when they already have their own, literally just a bunch of spoiled little babies UGHHH THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE I love them sm…

Like reader’s got herself a nice meaty dinner, maybe a good cut of steak, and as shes eating she suddenly feels smt wet poking at her arm, and she looks to see what and it’s Soldier booping her arm with his nose, staring and drooling at the delicious steak, he starts trying to hop up to nip at it while reader tries push him away, but she ends up cutting a lil piece, dusting off the salt seasoning as best as she could and feeding him it anyways,

I like to think that Tord/Soldier likes snacking on other’s food, esp if its like savory salty meaty stuff yknow what I mean? I can totes see him as the asshole type to steal the other guy’s food stuff, maybe he’ll be a bit nicer to you and nag ask you first

AHHHHHHHHHH SAME THING FOR PRINCE TOOOO WHEN YOU HAVE LIKE A DELICIOUS LIL CREAMY TREATIE He would WHINEEEEE for some sooo badd you HAVE to give him some, he loves treaties sm and will be As dramatic as he can to get the sweets he wants

Going to Starbucks with him and everytime you HAVE to get him a pupcup kinda situation, so you only stop by there sometimes on occasions like when you have to get him to the vet for a checkup otherwise he’ll by crying allll the way home when you deny getting him one cause he’s already have too much and that’ll both break my heart and also annoy me sm LOOLLLLLLL

I literally have such a huge soft spot for Prince and his pompousness…I wanna shower him in kisses and babytalk and squish his face so badly he’s such a cutie patootie

The day you cook bacon for breakfast???? It’s over. Prepare for the hardest tussle in your life wrestling with Superhero for the bacon, if he already bosses you around then you know HE WILL BE RELENTLESS with the bacon, a Giant wolfdog fighting you frfr for food??? Gone…

SOLDIER ENDING UP JOINING IN TOO?1??1?11 literally actually over. It’s a battle to the death. Someones probably going to get hurt and its probably most definitely is going to be you falling over from 2 big ass wolfdogs jumping onto you and knockign you over for the bacon LMAOOOOOO

Soldier and Superhero fighting each other for it but they take it too far though and it become an actual fight for food situation…hic…Reader has to step in and stop them somehow, everyones upset, she has to make both of them 2 pieces and scolds them, they resolved and apologized nicely though at least…

And reader never makes bacon for breakfast ever again(unless its a special occasion when she wants to treat the both of them)

Really love the thought of Monster being the one that rarely nags reader for food like the others Only cause hes a bit distant and has a kinda weird ego abt it y’know, so its Reader who spoils him and tries to get him to try stuff cause he’s a good dog, he deserves it

She notices him eyeing out the food shes having curiously, sniffing at it, so she gets a small piece and asks if he wants to try it and she gets vv happy when he accepts, the others probably gets jealous at the treatment and tries to get some too lolll he probably feels SO proud and full of himself whehehe…

Omg you are SO correct and big brained for this!

Poor Reader would absolutely never get a moment of rest with these four eccentric wolf dogs.

Before adopting them, she definitely had a habit of sitting on the couch with her dinner and watching YouTube videos about niche internet drama (yes I'm projecting) but now she's realized that, to the boys, this is simply an open invitation. I guarantee that, at first, Soldier wouldn't even beg her for the food. He'd be the type to just reach over and start sniffing at her plate. He's not even trying to be sneaky about it! That bastard would have the audacity to look her in the eyes while trying to take food off her plate! She tries to scold him about it, but he simply does not listen - in his mind, there's nothing wrong with what he's doing. So she's taken to sitting at the dining room table and watching YouTube videos on her phone instead. (Soldier will still put his head on her leg and stare at her expectantly.)

Reader is simply Just A Girl 💅, so we know our self-love queen would go get herself a sweet treat all the time. It varies, usually whatever she's craving at the time. There have been times where she's got a random craving for something she doesn't have, and will get up and leave her house to go get it (the boys get so annoyed and huffy). But she should know that no matter what it is she gets, Prince will want a bite. He'd be cute about it, too - whining and pouting and blinking up at her with those baby blue eyes. Eventually, Reader would giggle and give in, with the warning of "Just one bite, baby." Then she'd share a little piece with him. If it's something that isn't safe for dogs, she'd be less willing to share with him, insisting that it'll hurt him. Still, he'd whine for it. (It's not Reader's fault that she doesn't know he can have them!) And yes, I feel like Prince would be the most well behaved in the car, and the best around people, so he's the one that gets to join her on outings more often. She made the mistake of stopping by a coffee shop and getting him a pup cup ONE TIME, and now he's hooked. Every time they pass by that coffee shop (he knows that it's Reader's favorite, since the baristas know her by name) he will bark and howl and work himself up into a tizzy until Reader finally sighs and gives in. After he gets that pup cup, he's back to being well-behaved and a sweetheart. Reader hates it. Plus, people would fawn over Prince in public since he's such a pretty boy. He absolutely eats it up!

God save Reader if she decides to make bacon one morning. It's not something she does often - she probably decided to do it this time as a special occasion. Maybe it's the morning of her birthday or a holiday. Either way, she decided to make a big breakfast for herself. Which included bacon.

Superhero is normally the first of the four to wake up. From what Reader can gather, Soldier takes the night shift. He stays awake through the night, watching out the windows and sometimes patrolling the house. Because of this, Soldier tends to sleep during the day. Superhero then takes the mantle of "guard dog" during the day. Prince and Monster will sometimes take the night shift instead, but it's normally Superhero and Soldier.

Still, Superhero has a routine of patrolling the house the moment he wakes up, checking for anything wrong. If Reader is making bacon, though? Superhero is glued to her legs in an instant. She'd laugh at first and lightheartedly tell him no. He wouldn't give up. He'd escalate to putting his front paws up on her shoulders and trying to reach the bacon himself. Reader would definitely have to half pick up/half drag him away from the stove. He'd boof and snap his teeth demandingly, as if he's entitled to a piece of this bacon and how dare you not let him have a piece! Reader, always one to fight him on everything, would be adamant not to.

Then Soldier enters the scene. As I said before, Soldier usually sleeps through the first half of the day. But the moment the smell of bacon spreads through the house? She hears claws clacking against the floor as he barrels into the kitchen. It would probably be the most excited Reader has ever seen Soldier, tail wagging and eyes shining brightly. Superhero immediately growls and snaps at Soldier. Reader would just let them tussel at first, using the distraction to finish cooking her bacon. Eventually, she realizes "Oh shit those are NOT play growls-" and quickly runs over to the two to separate them. It takes the promise of two pieces of bacon each to get them to finally settle down.

Reader never makes bacon in her house ever again.

Meanwhile, Monster would be different. Where the other three would be swarming her legs the moment she starts cooking herself dinner, Reader notices that Monster is always sitting patiently to the side. She has to subdue the others by continuously feeding them bites of what she's cooking, but Monster never begs for any. He's the only one that she can eat on the couch with, because he'll lay on top of her feet and won't try to steal her food. But she does notice him glancing at her food. So, since he's always been such a sweetheart, Reader would happily offer Monster food. He would take it slowly, hesitantly. But he feels better after Reader cooes and praises him for being so good. His tail would wag contently. Still, he would never bother Reader for her food. We love Monster in this household <3 I will say, I like to think Tom personally doesn't like bacon. So, if Reader tried to offer some to Monster because it's only fair, he would sniff it, then huff and sneeze and turn his nose away. Doesn't bother Reader, though. Just means it's one less rowdy wolfdog trying to tackle her.

[georgialawman]

I think I’ve rin sensei’d too close to the sun.

despite coming off as a much more “normal” and kind person than kakashi in canon, sensei rin is about the same really. on the outside/with her initial introduction she’s kinder certainly but she’s just as brutal with her testing and expectations. rin hasn’t dealt with kids ever in her life unless ur counting when she was a kid dealing with other kids. she’s been anbu since she was fourteen, and she’s only off the anbu hook now so she can deal with teach the village’s junior jinchuriki and the genin team he’s on (for convenience.) she’s had no time to chill out or anything. She’s brutual genjutsu’ing sakura like kakashi in canon. if she’s not actually doing worse. Naruto swinging his arms around like crazy: “this is a good way to break ur arm ^_^ do u wanna break ur arm?” and like. She’s like the only jounin sensei with any kind of med nin knowledge Which she’s upfront about but instead of using it to be like “dw I can heal u any time whenever ^_^” with little scratches like a stereotype she’s back to the “break your arm” thing. she doesn’t even have to take you to the hospital! she can fix the arm she just broke! convenient huh?

she’s a nightmare.

shes even more ominous than kakashi in canon. kk in canon is “I’m not telling you about me” at the start, he’s always been Like That— but rin goes “oh I like reading, and I like the seeea, I also enjoy going out for nice dinner.” pretending like she’s a normal person and so it’s more jarring when she starts tweaking a little. she also talks to trees? very odd. Wonder why she does that. she also knows the anbu. she calls one of them “kitty.” the kids don’t get her at all.

Land of waves and zabuza is fun. she’s not known like kk in canon, as a jinchuriki she’s very Under Wraps (and I also like. Abiding. By what the freaking anbu shouldve been.) right out the gate in canon land of waves, zabuza is like ouhhh it’s the copy nin our battle shall be legendary! but rin it’s like okay. some girl. Yeah let’s fight or whatever. and eventually she gets her recognition by being sanbi jinchuriki. yknow. the sanbi that’s a turtle that she got from the mist while she’s fighting a rouge mist nin. zabuza is like omg… the lost jinchuriki…. Rin can’t copy paste mind game zabuza like kk in canon, but yknow. She’s jinchuriki of The Turtle so she’s got suiton to rival zabuza’s and it goes about the way in canon where she beats him to where haku has to step in.

She similarly crashes out like kakashi due to having a.. not great seal. Like Naruto’s seal in canon is balanced in. Whatever way that I don’t currently remember— but rin’s is not. her seal was made to be a bomb, while minato and kushina modified it so she could have some control it’s not great. so certain ways she uses the sanbi chakra can really fuck her over, and the way she used it to get a leg up over zabuza was one of those fucky ways.

rin doesn’t need a recovery period like kakashi. (she heals fast. Cool! Naruto does that too! Why is that? uhh idk about u Naruto but mine is because. Of an advanced med nin technique. Yeah.) but they still stick around bc rin knows zabuzas not really dead, and him knowing of her jinchuriki status is Bad so she’s gotta stay around until he comes back. which he hopefully does…. Blah blah blah land of waves my beloved…

Rin being pulled out of anbu to “teach” Naruto is so funny btw cuz like. She’s not really even doing any kind of jinchuriki training, she’s been told to “teach the team” while keeping an eye on naruto and being instructed to do the same kind of restraining techniques as kakashi in canon— “she has good odds against the Kyuubi because she’s Also a jinchuriki” (which is so funny. yeah yeah the unbalanced sealed sanbi has a chance against the fucking Kyuubi.) when she asks if she’ll do the thing she was told she’d be doing, any kind of actual “jinchuriki training” is pushed off for “when he’s actually ready.” (Like that’ll ever happen. Like it matters if he’s ready or not. Rin wasn’t ready when she got stuck to the sanbi.)

At this point I don’t really remember what the anbu like. mystery status? Whatever?? was in og natuto. so like. The kids being like ???!?!?! that rin “knows” some anbu thing is up in the air. on one hand like. In shippuden anbu are much more everywhere but in the original i think it was different… aughh. My idea is that rin knowing some anbu is something that makes her more unsettling, especially because she seems awfully chummy. like there’s literally an anbu agent she calls kitty. KITTY.

On the second hand— do the kids even know/are they supposed to know about the anbu?? I don’t remember!!!

whatever!!!! In my head while the kids might be the lowest rank of ninja, they are still ninja so surely they’d know about the anbu. they’d have to as part of the rank. if we’re doing even more of an “in my head” thing. pre graduation the anbu are just a rumor, and if you graduate and get to be a ninja then well yeah u get to know about the ninja ranks. The anbu being a scary rumor keeps it’s tone though even after confirmation, so Rin knowing anbu is scary. (I think being anbu is something you’re Not supposed to talk about ? (For all that actually keeps true in canon…) so it’s not like she can be like “I was anbu until around last week lol” and scare the kids further. but it Would be funny.)

Rin reads porn like kakashi does, she just hides it under the cover of like a cheesy romance novel to not draw attention. she drinks, she smokes. she’s got vices, that girl.

There’s a joke where she tells off asuma for smoking in front of the kids, (rin is a med nin! smoking is bad, she should be a good example since she has to take care of kids now!) and asuma fucking 🤨’s her because they were chainsmoking last week but overall says nothing. Keep your “good” image rin. Whatever.

Now if we want to get into the team minato of it all—— I’ll start with saying rin has kakashis summoning scroll. when kakashi dies instead of rin, there’s no family to take it so rin does. with that she’s kinda got like the key to the hatake compound, as small as it is. for a while she doesn’t do anything with it because what the heck is she gonna do? but eventually (probably under threat of its demolishment because it wasn’t being used) she decided to make a project out of cleaning it up and keeping it nice. that’s her one Good outlet. Tenzo helps. It’s their thing. she shows the kids at some point along in the timeline and the kids praise her gardening skills that totally wasn’t tenzo.

she can’t tell them who tenzo is— not for obvious “anbu reasons” but she can’t because she’s been caught talking to trees that she calls tenzo. it would make her look crazier.

Anyway this is mostly. Misc? Stuff? if I want to ramble more like “rin lore” or real team minato talkies those would do better by themselves probably. Whatever I stop yapping now.

[princesssmars]

cant live without a poly ship so pjhazel with reader...light (?) nsfw. making out and allusions to more. fem cheerleader reader. are there any pj fics i mean this is rachel sennot we're talkin about. not gonna proofread we die like jeff should have. reuploading bc tumblr hates me and wont make my posts show up on the tags.

maybe reader is a cheerleader who both of the girls have a crush on, made difficult by them being...friends. aka pj has had a crush on hazel for years and has tried to stomp it down into the dust while hazel tries to forget about her feelings. which definitely always works.

you probably didnt notice them before the fight club, but once you join its hard not to. you like hazel because she's genuinely so nice to everyone and cute in that "you kinda scare me but i weirdly really like it", and you like pj because while her attraction is so obvious by the way she refuses to hit you, constantly adjusting your posture, and how you've caught her staring at your ass about twenty damn times already. but shes cute in a "you're obviously a loser but your desperation kinda turns me on way."

maybe pj catches on to how close you're getting to hazel, then being the hotheaded ass she is (affectionately) confronts hazel about it, telling her if she was a real friend she'd do her a solid and back the hell off ??? obviously hazel isnt falling for it, saying they should leave it up to you to decide who you're interested in.

lucky for them you invite them for a study date at your house that night ! when they ring your doorbell pj is nitpicking hazels button-up, getting surprised when hazel bites back and critiques her plaid zip up jacket because really? plaid?

they both quickly shut up when you open the door, smiling casually like you arent standing in front of them in a lacy bra and shorts, turning around inviting them up to your room as you expect them to follow you. they do, of course. (hazel makes sure to clowe and lock your front door beacuse shes. polite. yeah.)

the fake studying you do is dreadfully boring. hazel tries to pay attention to the work, while pj is flirting with you and getting more flustered the harder you flirt back. eventually you get sick of the bullshit, grabbing her by that fugly plaid jacket and bringing her lips down to yours.

you have to pull back only three seconds in when to your shock the brunette lets out the loudest groan you've ever heard and brings her hands up to squish your breasts, looking slightly embarrassed as giggle at her and brush some of her frizzy hair back away from her face.

a mix between a shaky inhale and a snort reminds you of the other person in the room, turning to see hazel with such a strong grip on her pencil you're slightly scared shes going to stab herself with it.

you ask her "dont laugh at her, you think you could do better?" and before you know it she's crawling towards you from the bottom of your bed and kissing you with the passion of a long lost lover.

you have to admit you're slightly surprised at how proficient she is at kissing, knowing just the right way to tilt your head and graze your lips with her tongue. it makes you so light headed you fall onto your back on the covers, hazel never giving you a chance to pull away as she follows you down and cages you in.

you make out with her for another minute or two before gently pushing her off to catch a breath, your chest rising up and down at a mile a minute. once your head clears more, you look above you to see hazel looking almost nervous. her eyes dart from you to the space to your left, and you tilt her head to see pj doing the same.

"you guys can kiss too, yknow. i wont mind. it'd be pretty hot actually."

you meant it as half of a joke but your breath catches in your throat when pj grips the sides of hazels head and kisses her. well, more like starts licking at the area around her mouth, but with a little guidance its not long before the two are in a heated makeout above you, the sight and the sounds they're making turning you on in ways you didnt think was possible.

you press a hand into both of their chests, the girls pulling apart and looking at you like they're both waiting for your command.

yeah, you were gonna have fun with this.

was looking at hazel tiktoks and a comment complained about the lack of stuff about her on wattpad, then someone said to head over here and sometimes i forget that. u r real people. reading what i write. so. whats up.

[mystxmomo]

I would love to know more about Ilphaer - any tidbits you're willing to share that won't spoil anything you're writing?

Honestly I'm generally even willing to share spoilers. (I'm a believer that a story should be strong enough that even if you know whats coming, you should still enjoy reading getting there. At LEAST for the kind of story I'm writing.) The only thing I won't purposefully spoil are like. Character deaths. I need those to hit organically.

Except for Vhaeraun. We all know that motherfucker dies. But he's a god so it really doesn't count.

Anyway. Ilphaer! I actually have quite a few goodies to share with you, because I've been sitting on some art over the last few days (Save for one, they were mostly sketches, so this gave me an excuse to color them.)

As I've mentioned in the past, Ilphaer was born in the underdark, and originally trained up as a wizard. I think the themes of her story are two-fold. The first broader theme (And the theme a lot of characters carry, and is explored in different ways) is how absolutely suffocating and lonely she was in Lolth society, and how that lingers even after you leave.

Secondarily, however, she is the uhh. Gifted kid burn-out classic. Wizardry is, in my humble opinion, not a very subtle analogy for academia. She did the drow equivalent of "my life was 13 hours a day of studying for like 20 years and then I came out of it and didn't know what to do with myself"

But yknow. It was also survival through academia.

Her shifting into being an artificer is a reclamation of something she genuinely loves (Because she does enjoy learning and creation with magic) but allows her to approach it through a lens untainted by that past. She is someone who those associations seem to matter a lot to - She can't just forget her time in the underdark. Both good and bad things sit with her, and with equal amounts of weight, and she struggles to untangle herself from that.

She's also someone who personal identity and self-expression means a lot to, though thats something that she slowly builds on over the course of knowing Enclave for a good few hundred years.

Now. I'm still pulling together the threads about the exacts of how she joined up with Vhaeraun's church (I have an idea but I want to cook on it just a little longer before sharing), but she was absolutely involved by the time Enclave got there. She's actually planned to make her first appearance in uhhh the back end of Adjustment Period. Enclave steals her from a different Vhaeraunite group with her stoic charisma 8 charm.

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Here's a less story relevant and more just fun character thing I was working on. Something from when I felt like animating, you know, just for funsies as you do (and then crashed out because I remembered how much I <3 loathe animation.)

Some battle spites already colored and prepped up for her, with the notes of:

"Most of her sprites should look vaguely like she's dancing. When she's idle, she teeters back and forth. When she fires off a spell, the weight of her stave pushes her around, and she spins into stumbling back. When summoning her canon (Design a better canon Editors note: I did not, in fact, design a better canon), she pulls it up under foot, and then falls into sitting on it. The impression is meant to be that she looks like she's having a little too much fun throwing around as much firepower as she has, and is not taking the fight seriously."

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And finally, here's that ship art I was working on last night. No character thoughts here, just Enclave and Ilphaer bed-headed. I was thinking about them because one of my friends is rooting for them.

[iwritelmao]

Nausicaas: I have fallen in love with you over and over again

Nausicaas of Sparta is not a warrior, not a fighter, but a hunter. Telemachus thinks that’s really fucking cool. (Let me know if anyone else wants to be on the tag list for this!)

Taglist: @prince-of-ithaca

Nausicaas was the runt of six sons. The youngest, the softest. That is to say, soft by Sparta’s standards. He was still an expert with a blade and a ruthless fighter (if not a little short for his age). It was when he was twelve that he was sent out hunting for the first time, bow and arrow in hand and daggers sheathed at his side. How hard could it be?

Very hard. He couldn’t aim for shit. He could almost hear the mocking laughter of the goddess of the hunt being carried through the wind. Actually… No, that laughter sounded pretty real. The boy turned around to see the tallest woman he’d ever seen (was it just because he was twelve?) leaning against a tree. She was dressed like a hermit with a few pieces of armor on over the rugged clothing.

“Who are you?” Nausicaas said, forcing his voice as low as possible, trying to sound like his eldest brother who had fought in the Trojan War.

The woman laughed harder. “Let’s focus on you for now… what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Bringing home dinner for the first time. It’s a family tradition.” Nausicaas mumbled, then looked up. “I can do it.”

“I know you can,” she said, stepping away from the tree. “But not with that.” The woman gestured to the bow in Nausicass’s hand. “You need to play to your strengths. Follow me.” He shouldn’t be following tall mysterious strangers when he couldn’t even shoot a bow properly. But he did. He followed her to the edge of a clearing, behind a few bushes. “You are going to wait here, and when the next doe comes along, you’re going to use those daggers and you’re going to do what they’ve been training you to do. Kill that animal like it’s a man. Kill that animal like it’s a man you love.”

The boy stared at her for a long time. “Um… I don’t really know how… I’ve just never-”

“Right, yknow what? Just go for it. You’re gonna do great, kid.” She smiled and pushed him through the bushes.

Nausicaas stumbled into the clearing, coming face to face with a stag. A stag. I’m gonna die. He stood deadly still, searching for a way out as the animal stared him down. Kill that animal like it’s a man. The boy took a deep breath and put on hand on the hilt of each dagger. This felt good. This felt familiar. Nausicaas lunged.

He was covered in blood in a matter of minutes, standing over the stag he’d stabbed and strangled. Some of the blood was even his own, coming from his nose, his mouth, various scrapes on his lanky arms and legs. He felt alive.

“I did it! Hey! I did it!” Nausicaas yelled out, already bending down to tie a rope around the animal’s neck and prepare to bring it back.

The woman stepped into the clearing, kneeling down to meet his eyes. “Good job.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Artemis.”

Nausicaas should be at home. He should be greeting the guests in his family’s home. The Queen and Prince of Ithaca. He should be greeting the woman who was there for his and most of his brothers’ first steps, along with her son who he’d never met before (who his father kept mentioning was Nausicaas’s age), but instead he was in the woods.

Maybe he could play it off as hunting for a welcome gift. He slung the rabbit over his shoulder and made his way back to his horse. A rabbit’s foot would be a decent enough gift and he could easily make use of the rest of the animal. As he saddled up and prepared to start on his way home, he heard a scream.

Immediately, he began to ride towards the noise. Before long, he was riding behind a pack of wolves who were chasing a teenage boy, seemingly about the same age as Nausicaas, who was getting slower by the second. He gripped a bleeding wound in his shoulder as he ran.

Eventually, they all came to a dead end—a short cliff face which the stranger cornered himself against the rock. Nausicaas stopped and jumped off the horse, dropping the rabbit onto the ground and unsheathing his daggers. He threw himself between the young man and the pack of wolves.

“Stay back.” Nausicaas said sternly, staring down the biggest of the group.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Said the stranger.

“Wasn’t talking to you… Sorry.” He whispered before turning his full attention to the wolves and holding out one of his daggers. “Go away! I am under the favor of Artemis and your death with be her tribute.”

The numbers dwindled as the smallest of the pack started to back away, tails between their legs. Nausicaas grinned, looking back at the wolf in the front, the big one which only seemed to snarl more at the mention of the goddess. He lept forward, sinking his first dagger into the side of the wolf’s neck. He felt claws swipe at his face then ducked, rolling away and stabbing the wolf in the side twice before he was tackled and his daggers fell out of his hands.

He could hear the stranger gasp behind him. Nausicaas grabbed the wolf’s hide and flipped it over, slowly maneuvering so that he was on top of the large animal. Once he got his hands around the creature’s neck, all it took was one violent pull.

It was over with a harsh snapping noise as the wolf went limp beneath him and the rest of the wolves scattered. He took in labored breaths as he stood up, stretching out his strained muscles. He wiped the blood from his split lip then grabbed his fallen weapons, finally standing up straight to greet the stranger.

“Are you okay?” The other teenager said, limping closer to Nausicaas.

“I’ve been better,” Nausicaas smiled sheepishly, “But, then again I’ve been worse. What about you?”

“Um… bleeding.” He uttered simply. “It could’ve been a lot worse though. You saved my life.”

“Oh, it- it was nothing, really.”

“Nothing?” His eyebrows raised and his mouth widened into a bright smile. It was a nice smile, bright, kind, pretty. “It was awesome!” Wait, pretty? “Was that stuff you said about Artemis true?”

Nausicaas nodded. “Pretty much. I leave part of my winnings in her temple and she helps me out sometimes. I guess she’s a mentor.”

His smile only widened and Nausicaas thought that maybe he should talk about Artemis more often. Suddenly, the young man’s eyes widened. “Oh! Sorry, I’m Telemachus by the way. Of Ithaca.”

Nausicaas’s eyebrows knitted together in thought. “Telemachus… Telemachus of Ithaca… you’re the prince of Ithaca!” He said, his expression brightening with realization. “And your mother is the queen, Penelope!”

“Yeah…” Telemachus raised an eyebrow. “Do I get to know the name of the brave warrior who saved me?”

He snorted out a laugh then shrugged. “More like dirty hunter, but yes. I’m Nausicaas.” He said. “And I also happen to be one of your hosts for your stay in Sparta.”

Telemachus smiled. “Lucky me, I guess.”

Nausicaas blushed. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

Kill that animal like it’s a man. Kill that animal like it’s a man you love. In some sick and twisted way, Nausicaas knew what that meant now. He looked down at the boar he’d wrestled to the ground and stared at the single slice across its throat. Careful and gentle and quick.

“Thank you,” the nineteen year old whispered to the dead boar, closing its eyes before standing back up. Telemachus was looking at him with a strangely distant expression, eyes fixated on the young man’s grip on his dagger. Nausicaas cleared his throat. “You alright?”

The prince didn’t say anything, only pushed off the tree and took a few long strides towards the hunter, cupping his face in his hands and leaning down for a kiss. Nausicaas smiled against his lips and sheathed his dagger, bringing his hands up to the other young man’s face as well. He gasped and pulled away when he realized that his hands were dripping in boar blood.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry.”

“What…” Telemachus reached up to feel the blood on his face and gasped. Suddenly, he broke out into laughter, staining his clothes with red as he gripped his stomach. “That’s so gross!” He said in his fit of laughter before jumping forward.

Nausicaas let out a startled yell before falling to the ground. “And what exactly are you doing?”

The Prince of Ithaca shrugged then leaned down for another kiss. Before their lips could meet, Nausicaas moved his legs and maneuvered himself on top of Telemachus. Careful and gentle and quick. He leaned down with a grin on his face.

Telemachus blushed. “You’re good at this.”

“Thanks.”

Suddenly, Telemachus’s smile sharpened into a grin to match Nausicaas’s as he lowered his voice and said, “I bet this is a pretty good ego boost too, since you usually have to look up at me.”

“Hey!”

Covered in blood and dirt, laughing and loving, Nausicaas could almost hear the amused laughter of Artemis being carried through the wind.

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pairing - h.hyj x blckfem reader

Contents - nsfw(mdni), teasing, dirty talk, praising, sexual tension, kissing, flirting, temp play

Premise - after agreeing to be hyunjins model, y/n ends up with more paint than the canvas

A/n : this has been locked away in the deepest darkest depths of my notes so it’s a lil risqué. There’s no actually smut in this but it hints at it <3 Have funnnn

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Y/n was really rethinking her life decisions right now.

If she had known that she’d be laying across a white couch, barely clothed in a button up for hours…she wouldn’t have accepted seungmins offer of being a model.

But if she’s completely honest, the thin layer of clothing wasn’t the thing bothering her. Nor was the aching pain in her bones from posing.

It was the burning gaze of the artist in front of her, hwang hyunjin. He sat behind his canvas, pencil in hand as he sketched away. Y/n thought he was a hell of a man, though she’s not special…because everyone on campus thought so as well.

Hyunjin had a princely look to him, long blonde locks and a lean build. People trip over themselves staring at him, no matter the gender. His beauty was undefeated.

Which is why y/n couldn’t help but feel incredibly insecure having him trace every inch her body with his eyes. She’s never felt so vulnerable and embarrassed in her life. Such a gorgeous person using her as a reference for his art. It seemed taboo, like something that should never happen.

She watched from her position as hyunjin pushed back his blonde locks in frustration. Her breath hitched invariably when he looked up from the canvas at her. What was it? Had she done something wrong? Does she look weird? she could feel her body tense at the thought.

Unexpectedly, hyunjin removed himself from behind the canvas. He took a long stride her way and squatted down towards his model. Y/n gulped as he he did so, nervously scooting back in her spot.

“Y-yes?” She stuttered out, eyes darting around and trying to avoid his gaze.

“May I?” hyunjins asked, gesturing to her shirt. She had no idea what he was requesting of her but she still she nodded. She was way too nervous to reject him, especially at this distance.

Y/n watched as the blondes slender fingers started to pop loose the buttons of the silk. He stopped until her collar bones were exposed and the shirt slipped off her shoulders. The action felt so intimate, like something else other than a simple adjustment of clothing was going on.

He then proceeded to pose her. Moving her as gently as possible, like she was a porcelain doll that could break at any-moment.

Y/n’s skin felt like it was on fire. every place his hands touched seemed to burn with the greed for more.

Hyunjin placed his fingers under her chin, slowly tilting it up. Her eyes fluttered at him, brown orbs glossy and he couldn’t help chuckle.

“I’m going to need you relax, sweetheart.” He smiled, “you can do that for me, right?”

Fuck.

Why did his words have to sound like they belong in the bedroom? Y/n’s imagination was running wild, thinking about the scenario where he’d say that to her while…well, yknow.

Not receiving a response, hyun raised an eyebrow at her. The girl was clearly wrapped in her own world and he couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you thinking about so intensely?” He asked, running his finger against her lips.

That gesture was enough to bring y/n back to reality.

“Am i making you uncomfortable? If so, I can find someone else-”

“No!” Y/n had practically screamed, grabbing on to his wrist. Hyunjins eyes had widened just a bit, enough for her to notice. She let go and cleared her throat.

“I mean, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine..I’m just um…self conscious ” She spluttered, eyes darting around once again.

Hyunjin hummed, “do you want some reassurance?”

“Huh?” She blinked.

“Whatever you’re self conscious about, don’t worry about it. I asked seungmin to convince you to be my model for a reason.”

Confusion painted across her face, “you asked for me?”

The blonde nodded with a smile and took one of her hands into his. “From the day I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. I had never seen someone as stunning as you. I practically begged seungmin to ask you- I wanted to paint you and share your beauty with the world.”

Y/n was speechless. Never did she ever think she’d be hearing such a praise from hwang hyunjin himself. She almost didn’t believe him, but then she remembered the rumor that hyunjin only drew what he found worthy. He had turned down multiple people who had offered to be his muse….but he looked for her specifically. This was crazy.

“Now, please relax. I’m gonna finish off the sketch and start painting soon.” He told and y/n only nodded, still in shock.

“Good girl.”

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It wasn’t long until hyunjin had finished the sketch. Before y/n knew it the blonde had started pulling out his paint and mixing it. She was a little less tense than before, but she still froze whenever hyun would look up at her from his canvas.

From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful.

That phrase kept replaying in her head. She found it funny how many times she’s heard those words, but they were always directed towards hyunjin. She chuckled to herself, grabbing the attention of the artist in question.

“What’s got you giggling over there, hmm?” He questioned, peeking up at her again.

“Oh- no it was nothing..” she quickly shook her head, face heating up.

once again, the artists left the canvas. He had his brush and palettes still in his hand. Y/n watched him curiously.

“Do you mind if i see if this color matches?” He inquired.

She was bewildered, but she still nodded. She was too focused on how quickly the distance began to close as hyunjin came down to eye level.

She watched as the brush was brought to the exposed skin of her thigh. Thats when she started to understand what hyunjin was saying.

the icy cold paint made her whimper. Although she tried to muffle it, it could be heard by the artist.

Hyun looked up at her with concern but her facial expression ignited something in him that made him want do it again. “Ah, not close enough .” He sucked in a breath, even though it was the perfect shade of brown.

Once again hyun started to mix paint together, before going in and with another stroke.

Y/n placed a hand over her mouth, trying not to make any weird noise as the artist continued to paint her thighs. For some reason the temperature of the paint on such a sensitive area was sending electrifying sensations through her body.

It felt so good, but so wrong.

For hyunjin, he was enjoying her reactions a little too much. The way she’d tighten her thighs and desperately try to keep quiet, he found it cute.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?” Hyunjin called out to her. She looked at him with wide eyes, completely embarrassed about the feelings coursing through her. “The paint is cold isn’t it?”

“Y-yea..”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. just a hold on a little more. I’m almost there.”

Again, his words were pillow talk worthy. She could feel her chest burn at them.

The brush hit her again and this time she couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her lips. Her eyes met the gaze of hyunjin and she felt like dissolving right there.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“I wanna hear it again.” He said

“What?”

In a blink of an eye, hyunjins paint and brushes was discarded on the floor as he placed himself on top of y/n. She was shocked at the man’s actions.

“Can I kiss you ?”

She stared up at him for a second, seemingly questioning if this was actually happening or if this was a crazy dream, before muttering out a soft yes.

With that hyunjin, crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and passionate, their bodies pressed up against eachother. This was the moment they both have been unconsciously waiting for. All the sexual tension that had built up between them in the past few hours had finally been set free.

They let their desires consume them whole. Stripping each other down until they there was nothing but skin.

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