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You have been booped! >:3c

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fuyukohasnocreativity · 27 days

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-Gift-

featured character ☆ reo mikage

tag(s): fluff ☆

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You sigh as you walk back home from school. It was a lot colder than usual and you hated it. Nothing's better than having a bad day and it's freezing cold outside. Great. Despite the fact that in winter, you simply wear a uniform, a black skirt, and extremely thin black tights every year. Each and every single day, nothing was interesting anymore. School was equally boring every day. Most subjects are taught by the teachers you highly dislike, except for music and art. To sum it all up, you have no friends. Reo, who was basically your one and only friend, (soon became lovers) left to go to Blue Lock. Who knows when he'll be back? After all, without Reo, your life has suddenly became monochrome.

As you finally arrived back to your apartment suite, you noticed a huge brown box lying by the front of your door porch. Obviously, you were very puzzled by this. Who would randomly leave a humongous brown box? You couldn't simply leave this... gift(?) by your door. Seriously, it was extremely heavy to even drag it inside your "house" but you had to manage. It took around fifteen minutes or so to push that huge box in your house. Now, you stood there thinking.

Maybe it won't hurt to open this?

Your hands trembled, a sign of being hesitant. Suddenly, your phone gets a notification; It was Reo.

༊*·˚ -Reo: y/n, did you receive my gift yet?

-Y/n: gift?

-Reo: yea, the brown box

-Y/n: u mean the humongous brown box that i couldnt even manage to drag it inside my house?

-Reo: uhhh perhaps

-Y/n: WHY DID YOU GIVE ME SUCH A BIG GIFT???????????

-Reo: why not?

-Reo: anyways im outside right now

-Y/n: ??

-Y/n: WAIT WHAT?????

-Y/n: OUTSIDE?????

-Y/n: REO ANSWER ME

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You waited a few minutes for Reo to reply but supposedly, he's not going to reply sooner or later. Finally, no more thoughts. Reo said he was outside so surely he's telling the truth. You just had to go down even though you were only in your pajamas. You quickly climbed down the stairs as fast as you could. Sure, you roughly tripped on a few steps and almost died but that's not the matter right now. As soon as you stepped outside, Reo was there right in front of you. There was still some distance but close enough for you run into his arms. He was holding a fancy, but cute (and quite big) bouquet with a variety of different colorful, fragrant flowers. Reo was wearing some casual clothes, that's no surprise. "Reo!" you jumped on him and he hugged you tightly, almost tripping and dropping the big colorful bouquet of flowers on the ground. "Y/n!" Reo was so happy, he laughed, he had tears in his eyes, his heart could definitely burst at any moment. He must have been so happy and excited to see you after so long. Your heart could have also exploded at any moment too. Sudden small teardrops streamed down your cheeks and you quickly bury your face in Reo's shoulder, feeling a little embarrassed. A very muffled "I missed you so much..." came out of your mouth. Once your tears stopped, the two of you headed back to your apartment suite.

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Reo poured some water in a kettle, then placed it on top of a stove. "Wait Reo, I can make tea-" "No, it's fine." Reo commented. Once the water started boiling and made an extremely high-pitched whistling sound, he removed the shiny silver kettle from the stove and carefully poured the piping hot water in two mugs with a teabag in each cup then handed you the white ceramic mug with tea to you. "Thank you." you smiled. The two of you sat on the comfy navy blue sofa, right in front of you two was the gift Reo delivered to you. The two of you were awkwardly staring at it until Reo finally decided to say something:

"Well? Open it, Y/n!" he smiled and had an extremely enthusiastic but happy, and excited tone.

You tried ripping the clear tape that sealed the box but you struggled too much and so, had to use a box cutter in the end. Inside the box had seven regular sized light brown teddy bears and a ton of stationary that could probably last you until you were ninety years old. Burried under the seven brown teddy bears and the stationary haul, there was a small box that looked like something from a jewlery store. Very carefully, you opened it and saw a silver necklace. Shocked, you glanced at Reo and saw that he also had a silver ornemental chain dangling on his neck too. "Thank you Reo!" you thanked him but you also had no idea that your cheeks were flushed pink, all the way to your ears. Once again, that urge to just burst out in tears again. Reo wrapped his arms around you and gave you a peck on the forehead. You made up your mind, telling Reo about how life was so boring without him. The two of you laughed, the two of you cried.

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Both you and Reo were snuggling in bed, binge watching Detective Conan. Later on, perhaps after 8-9 episodes or so you fell asleep on his shoulder. Reo noticed that you had fallen asleep. He turned off the TV and just stared at you in awe for a few seconds. He then gently kissed your forehead and a few minutes later, dozed off.

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unfortunately, reo isn't real... sobs in disappointment

thanks for reading :3

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starvity · 9 months

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can u do going on a vacay with rickyy

— ☆ going on vacation with ricky

gn!reader x zb1 ricky

genre: fluff// warnings: intimacy if you squint, flirty ricky, cursing as always lol, lmk if i forget anything!!

author’s note: that one mf who doesn't joke about his airport fit... this ask was perfect after i saw how fancy he looked like on his way to los angeles omg, thank you for requesting anon!! (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

ricky and you decided to go on vacation for your 1st anniversary together!!! i feel like ricky would be surprisingly organized for the trip. he would check that your passports are valid, pack his things carefully and make sure you don't forget to bring anything either. for the whole check-in part you'd have to do it yourself though. like you would spend hours comparing flight prices to find the cheapest one and he's like bbg idc take my credit card...

you had quite a long flight ahead so you decided to dress as comfortably as possible. ricky, however; takes his airport fashion very seriously. you tried to tell him that he doesn't need to wear his expensive ass belt and sunglasses that probably cost more than your rent but he wouldn't listen. he looked hot though so you quickly stopped complaining hehehe

definitely the type to do a face mask in the plane and get his beauty sleep, just sitting there being pretty while you're tossing and turning trying to find the best position to sleep in. he clicks his tongue, his hand grabbing your wrist as he was starting to get annoyed by your movements. suddenly, he pushes your head down on his shoulder and slide his hand on your thigh, closing his eyes again and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

you guys had rented a cute little apartment with view on the sea. you were looking around the place, already seeing yourself watching a movie on the soft couch or cooking some nice meals in the cute kitchenette. all of a sudden, a pair of arms circles your waist and softly pushes you backwards causing you to lose your balance and land on the bed. above you was ricky with a playful look on his face. he starts to attack your face with kisses before slowly taking them lower and lower down your neck. he giggles, then settled his face in your neck and falls asleep.

after you two took a little nap, you decide to get ready to go out to visit the city and eat dinner. you notice that it would be the perfect timing to go for a walk on the beach as the sun starts to set, painting the sky with yellow, orange and pink. ricky takes your hand, leading you on a particular spot close to the waves before walking away, his phone in hands. he always knows how to take the perfect pictures of you and he wouldn't be embarrassed to almost shout how pretty you look at that moment. you'd be the one embarrassed though, hiding your face in your hands by the sudden wave of compliments. ricky apologizes between laughs, asking to resume your little photoshoot while he keeps the flirting to a minimum.

overall, i feel like this vacation would be a good opportunity for you two to unwind as you've been working non-stop. ricky definitely starts the day slow, taking a good hour to wake up, softly kissing your shoulders as the sun illuminates your skin. your fingertips absentmindedly lingers on his collarbone as you two have a little conversation. you finally start to get ready for the day, nagging at ricky for taking so long in the shower, which he responds to with "come join me if you hate waiting so much." you two will try every bakery that you can find in the little village for breakfast and go back to your favorite one at the end of the trip. days with ricky consist of walking around the city, shopping and looking at art pieces while still taking enough breaks to take a drink together and sunbathe. your boyfriend would considerately pick a fancy restaurant for the night and even when you complain that he doesn't need to spend so much money, you can't lie that he looked way too fine and fancy in that black shirt. you love travelling with ricky so much so every time you come back from a vacay with him, you find yourself already planning your next one :D

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shiemori-writes · 1 year

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Hey there Quinn! Since the request are open, I would like a Jack, Leona, Sebek and Floyd x reader (separately), where the boys find the reader’s sketchbook, and when they open the book, they see a bunch of doodles of them and in the end of the sketchbook, there is drawing of the boys and the reader, holding hand or something. Headcanons. Fell free to ignore. Thank you!

(This request might get spammed, Tumblr is eating my messages.)

—doodles of us ♡︎

the boys find your sketchbook sketches of them! <3

characters: jack, floyd, leona and sebek! ♡︎

includes: sfw, really fluffy, gender neutral reader as always, and mutual pining! went a little bit overboard with leona whoops

notes: hello to you to anon!! ahh this was such a cute prompt!! heehee thank u anon <3 ALSO WOOO I HAVENT WROTE IN SO LONG THIS IS SUCH A TREAT!

♡︎ JACK HOWL♡︎

"—Wait prefect!! you forgot your.!..sketchbook...?"

you guys had just finished your little study (date) session in his room and was done for the day, you had just gone back to Ramshackle when he noticed that you had forgotten what seems to be your sketchbook, wide open.

Initially, he was in awe at your artistic ability, even by the doodles that were less polished, he thought they were adorable (he'd never tell you that though, hehe)

But then he saw doodles of what seems to be..him and you...ok ok cool.. him and you- wait— him and you?!

The doodles ranged from just doodles of his name surrounded by hearts, to him in chibi form, to tiny-him and tiny-you holding hands, god you were too adorable

He really couldnt stop his tail from wagging, nor the smile that was slowly spreading on his face, you were really cute y'know that?

At the bottom of the page he saw a different doodle, it was more of writing but from what he could tell, it was ai-ai gasa, which he could vividly remember you swooning to him, about how oh so romantic it would be with your crush,

And surely there the two of your names was, written under the little umbrella you had drawn, a little love-charm you like to call it, and while you had said you didnt believe it, you mainly just wanted to do it for wishful thinking.

He always wondered if he was the one you were talking about but now..

He felt his heart skip a beat and then another one, and another one..

He was thankful he was in his room right now, because he would absolutely die if someone saw him like this, red faced tail wagging at sonic-speed with an absolute love sick expression

He tried to calm his racing heartbeat with ease, (he is a runner after all) and when he finally calmed down he felt content, he was gonna return the sketchbook to you that's for sure, and maybe something more

He confessed not too long after <33

♡︎ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR♡︎

He had just woken up from a long-cat-nap when his eyes wandered to your slumbering figure, clinging onto his arm, a calm look on your face

unconsciously smiling at the sight 'cute' he thought. He was glad he convinced you to rest, that damn bird was dumping his work onto you again, it was a pain, you need more rest, really.

He sat up, uncharastically-careful to not wake you from your state of slumber, stretching his muscles and letting out a yawn when he noticed the sketchbook beside him, open and what seems to be unfinished,

Curiously he took a little peak, wouldn't hurt right?

He flipped through the pages, feeling a smile curl on his lips when he saw how passionate you were for art, he was glad you had something you loved, but also hated how soft he was feeling rn, seriously herbivore what spell did you cast on him?

Hes just a softie in denial mwuehehe

Anyways, he stopped skimming through the pages when he noticed what seems to be..Him? Oh, ohoho he was gonna tease you so much for this herbivore. (bastard)

While the thought of you being flustered entertained him, he really did appreciate the way you saw him, and..oh? Was this a doodle of you and him? You really are a sap arent' cha herbivore? (lovingly)

He chuckled, finding enjoyment at the way you'd doodle you and him holding hands, or the way you drew his names surrounded by multiple hearts

'cute' he found himself repeating in his head

Looking at the bottom of the pages, he noticed the way you'd consistently draw an umbrella along with your names on it through every page, ai-ai gasa as you call it. He found himself remembering your ramble about how cute it was, thinking he wasnt listening as much, but he was, he always found himself listening to your voice, as sappy as that was (really herbivore your sappyness is getting to him ugh)

Seeing his name and yours doodled under the umbrella sure was somethin', he remembered you joking about how you'd try it with him as it was commonly reffered to as a "love-spell-charm" of some sort in your world

frankly he thinks it was dumb, why do that when you already have his heart hmmm herbivore? And do' ya really think a love spell would work on him?

^ but you didn't know that, maybe that was partially his fault for not being too forward but he blames you too for being dense (wow rlly leo? smh../j)

Closing the sketchbook, he found himself grinning from ear to ear, tail flicking from side to side in delight as he peered back at you, still blissfully unaware of his discovery, heh, he'll tease ya for sure, but for now, he's gonna cherish this peaceful moment with you, after all, time spent with you is his favorite time of all (apart from sleeping)

♡︎FLOYD LEECH♡︎

"Ko~e~be~ CHAN!!!"

He sang through the empty hallway, pouting when he didn't see you

He couldnt find you anywhere!!!! It was so annoying!!! it was terribly boring too!! which!! he!! Hates!! Where's his koebe chan >:(

Angry eel later turns to sad pouty eel :(

(poor azul had to deal with his outburts)

Huffing in annoyance, he tried to work at his shift at the monstro lounge, to everyone's surprise, floyd leech????? Working??? The world must be ending!

But no, he just was hoping maybe, maybe his little shrimpy visits him, I mean, you did visit yesterday, so he now automatically assumes you're gonna do it everyday! And if not, well then he's just gonna squeeze someone, maybe that will make him feel better. Hmmph.

YOU DO VISIT YAYAYAYAYAY!!! (Jade and azul practically begged you at this point bc he was being so aggressive to the customers)

BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER!! WHAT MATTERS IS HIS KOEBE CHANS HERE!! :D

Upong seeing you his frown immediately turned into a bright grin, running towards you to give you the biggggesst squeeze!! ever!! because his koebe chans here! <3

He squeezed you tightly, (but not too tight! He knows his koebe-chan is fragile) and gave you the biggest kiss, a loud "mwah!" Was heard as he kissed your cheeks, giggling at how flustered you seem! koebe chans so cute!! hehehe!!

Ok maybe bringing you in was a bad idea cuz now floyd refuses to work...(cue azul ripping his hair out in the bg)

He grinned at Azul, waving goodbye as he dragged you out of monstro lounge with jade sighing and Azul screaming at him to COME BACK.

Asking where he was taking you, he just shrugged, "somewhere fun!!!" he replied, ah of course, as vauge as ever, you sighed, but couldnt help the fond look on your face when he looked so excited

(you just hoped he wasnt taking you for another swimming lesson hhh)

Annndd we've arrived!! To...Ramshackle??? Huh, you expected something more from Floyd, noticing your confusion, he simply smiled, letting himself in with your hand in his

"I saw shrimpy drawin' lotsa stuff!! I wanna see!!" He gestured to your sketchbook, like a child excitedly pointing his gift out for christmas

You were skeptical at first, but after he promised not to ruin anything, you gave him the sketchbook, with him asking questions about your drawings, whether it be a doodle or a finished piece.

He went silent

Were those,..doodles,,, of him??? :O

AWWWW SHRIMPY YOU REALLY ARE ADORABLE!!

He started giggling like a little schoolgirl with a crush, finding more and more doodles of you and him holding hands or just being rlly cute!

Then he saw the umbrella thingy doodle, it was your name next to his!! He was floored! secretly glad his shrimpy loved him just as much as he loved shrimpy<3

Curious to what he was giggling at, you redirected your focus onto your sketchbook and was absolutely mortified at what he found, trying to desperately take it from his hands, dang it how did you forget you drew those?!

he however didnt give you the sketchbook, instead setting it ontop of the highest shelf (bastard p2)

He couldnt stop himself from giving you the biggest hug ever (part 2) Only this time, you can tell it was filled with more love and adoration, with him peppering your face with kisses

"hehehe! Dont be shy shrimpy! its really cute!! This means you love me right?? I love you too!!" He swooned, his face being coated with a lovely-pink color, he smile uncharastically bright and genuine. It wasn't the twisted smile he'd display when he was squeezing someone, or when he got amusement to tormenting goldfishie, (poor riddle lmao) but a genuine, awestruck smile.

Bewildered, you can only hide your face at the crook of his neck, mumbling complaints while he laughs, kissing the top of your head when you eventually said 'I love you too'

♡︎SEBEK ZIGVOLT♡︎

Who would have thought, Sebek, the retainer of the soon to be crowned prince, befriend a magicless human like you?

Well..As much as he hates to admit it, there really was more to you then he gave you credit for, you'd always survive no matter what anyone throws at you, all without being unkind, and pushing through everything, and most of all, you liked him for him, and listened to him no matter what was on his mind, and that, he thanks you for, albeit clumsily (and very loudly)

You made it a routine to hang out everyday despite your busy schedules, often in the library (he got kicked out though, so you didnt stick for long) or in the comfort of his room, after all, diasomnia provides a more...comfortable space, no offense (name).

Anyways, during your normal sessions, you happily chatted away with Sebek, as he recounted tales from his childhood and the Valley of Thorns, a content smile on his face.

You hummed, sketching away while looking at the time, gasping when you noticed how late its gotten (and how hungry grim must be)

Noticing your sudden distress, he questioned you immediately, showing concern in a..very sebek way!

"Human!! What has gotten you so alert! Did I say something to alarm you?" He yelled, frowning at you.

You waved your hands, chuckling nervously, "Ah- no Seb, its really late- I'm afraid I need to get back to grim" you replied sadly, as he let out a quiet "oh" pouting at his unfinished tale

"Well-alright then!! I shall continue this story tomorrow human!! Be- be careful alright!! It is unsafe!!" He fussed over you, blush forming on his cheeks (which he denied he had) "Actually- I'll just escort you so I can-" "Ah its fine Seb!! I can handle it!" you cut him off, knowing he still has duties.

He huffed, "fine. B-but text me when you get there so I can ensure your safety!" He replied, to which you nodded. "Got it! bye sebek! i'll see you tomorrow?" "Of course."

And with that you shut the door behind you, leaving Sebek to clean up his room, when-

"HUMAN!!! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CARELESS TO LEAVE YOUR!!!....sketchbook..??"

He furrowed his eyebrows, really out of all the things you forgot it was the thing you were always carrying around? Humans really are forgetful, tsk tsk, Not to worry human, he!! Your greatest friend and fae shall make sure your!!..hmm? Is that him??

Now he didnt mean to peak but..It was wide open! and- were those doodles of..H-him and you?!?!

Congrats for once hes speechless! Flipping through the pages whem curiousity got the better of him, staring in awe at how simple it was but..admittingly cute. Hmph. Humans!! Theyre just so!!..augh.

He found himself blushing more and more as he found more and more doodles, whether it was his name with heart scribbles, or him and you holding hands..It affected him more than he'd like.

The last straw was when he saw your scribble of an umbrella.. He knew this trope all too well, as embarrassing it was to admit, he's seen it before in the novels he'd read.

His heartbeat was going crazy

Did you really wish to court him?! Human how come you've never told him!!!

Huffing out in fondness he carefully examined the paper, feeling a wobly smile display on his lips. He was going to answer this strange courting method of yours human!! Just you wait!!

end notes! "ai-ai gasa" translates to "love-love umbrella" which symbolizes sharing an umbrella with your soon to be lover/crush since sharing umbrellas are considered to be very romantic! it's also a love charm/spell of some sorts, though its not believed to work, its mostly done out of wishful thinking, and bc cmon its so cute! i decided to add that since technically it is a doodle! and ive seen tropes like this and its adorable imo, anyways thanks for reading! i hope you enjoyed!

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moralesirl · 5 months

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”2024 isn’t real.”

postin’ this early bc ‘ll most likely be inactive tmr due to family gatherings n stuff..

HIII MOOTIES!!!!

i just wanted to say, even though i met most of y’all recently, you guys are probably the best people ‘ve ever met!!’ i hope we can continued growing closer in the next year :33

to @colt-redfield, @gazmialmagemela, n’ @milky--away : probably the most chaotic parents ‘ve had 😭😭 ‘ve met most of recently but u guys are the funnest ppl i’ve ever met, honestly the whole chaotic family is sm fun to watch n be apart of, so thank u for givin’ me the experience of this :)

to @kaidan-z: mootie who i just met but ur art is so cute n’ interacting/ talking to you is so funny!! i love how you react to things n’ tysm for the icon ur amazing ^_^

to @huboi: very fun mootie, amazing writing style n’ you interact with me so much !!! you’re an amazing person n’ ‘d love to get to know you better since you seem like such a fun person!! hehe watch out ‘m gonna start requesting fics in the future :3

to @ballsinyojaws2000: YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WRITER THAT GOJO FIC HAD ME AHSUWICISICIE!!!!! n’ the sneak peeks ur giving me of ur upcoming fic looks great!!! very fun and i love talking with you moot!!!!

to @angelsinmystomach: KOKOA!!! SUCH A GREAT MOOT!!! thank u for ur help with fics n posts, you’re such an amazing writer n’ i idolized you so when u followed me back i deadass had to look twice to see if it was real. very fun to talk to n’ you have such a sweet personality!!! i can recognize you from ur choso n kaveh obsession:33

to @kitoshii: my first ever moot :333 love u so much pretty boy!!! ‘m so glad we’re moots, when i started as an anon on ur page i would’ve never thought ‘d be married to you 😭😭 seriously though you’re such a sweet n’ pretty guy n’ i love talking to you sm <3

to the my nonnie husband: smooches and hugs nonnie!!! love u so much, you’re so sweet with compliments n’ pick up lines they make me freak out!!! you’re a very very sweet person n’ ur bf application had me flustered 😭 ur amazing nonnie n’ keep being sweet ^_^

to the moots i don’t interact with often: u guys are amazing, ur blogs are so fun!!! ‘m scared to talk to a lot of u guys bc u guys seem really cool n’ ‘m just a loser writing silly fics on my hyperfixtions :( but i hope i can interact more n’ start talking to u guys bc most of y’all seem like fun ppl !!!!!!

hehe thank u all for ending my year off with happiness, happy early new years to all of you guys!! hugs n kisses!! 😚💗

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Why limit this discourse to just Seokjin? I'm proposing a what kinks you think BTS have list.

So curious.

this came through in the middle of my regularly-scheduled 5pm on a friday work emergency, so thank you for the distraction.

i have crowdsourced some responses to this from @hot-soop bc she is the resident astrology girlie and once got super drunk and did a 30 minute powerpoint presentation about this exact topic. it was art.

sadly the powerpoint is "somewhere in the abyss" but we've got some thoughts under the cut.

kim namjoon

size kink bc of the "likes cute and small things" comment

old reliable aka the impreg kink is on the backburner since he's now undecided about children, but i think a well-timed "daddy" will still do it for him. sorry daddy haters

confusing list of kinks bc on one hand he's mr. terabyte harddrive full of porn and on the other hand he goes to feminism class, so even he might not know what he likes. very experimental

bee says he leans dom. i can see it. he's also in charge of everyone else all the time so would appreciate someone else taking the reins for once. firm switch for me

aftercare! lots of it!

spanking

kim seokjin

already discussed but probably the most "vanilla" of them all but not in a bad way, the man just knows what he likes.

canon: likes choking and getting handcuffed

also canon: takes nudes on a polaroid, so do with that what you will

also also canon: brat tamer seokjin, even though i personally think that'd be a pretty uncommon headspace for him

wants very reciprocal, equal sex, so i can see him getting very into mutual masturbation

but sex has to be fun!

noise!! sounds!

orgasm control

min yoongi

bee told me once degradation would make him cry in the shower (and then i wrote it anyway) so not that but she is the yoongi expert so the following are all from her:

spontaneous sex bc he finds the most random shit sexy. like his partner could just be making dinner and he’d fuck them on the counter (aries venus)

switch - depends on the day and how much he’s had to call the shots at work already

bondage! shibari! breath play!

group sex but also 🥰 in love 🥰 sex

caretaking

sad sex - he’d find that shit romantic or whatever. but also really rough sex. seriously the aries venus/cancer mars are TOTALLY DIFFERENT so mans all over the shop

cum eating, cuckolding, voyeurism, somnophilia

jung hoseok

said this before but ASS! PLAY! i would put that in 128pt font bolded and underlined if i could

kinky af bro, show me an aquarius who isn’t secretly into some stuff

anonymous sex, fantasy (vampires, elves, tentacles - whatever)

sex toys ranging from dildos to sex swings to nipple clamps

voyeurism

orgasm denial

role-playing

cuckolding

if he gets all of that with someone who loves him, then that gets him off the most (pisces venus uwu)

dirty talk

exhibitionism

park jimin

i have been instructed to include this part of the powerpoint:

jimin has scorpio venus AND scorpio mars

anyone human would probably die after fucking him

forbidden love, marking, ANGST to the nth degree, angry passion driven sex, anything that would make him and/or his partner cry is a win in his books. BDSM babyyyyy, sex addiction (not hyperbole), group sex, being hated by someone fucking him gives him a little thrill

another one in the ass play column

double penetration

praise & humiliation

latex/rubber/lingerie

kim taehyung

furry. absolute furry

foot fetish

dom energy

give HIM aftercare even if he just wrecked your entire shit

sensory deprivation

voyeurism

jeon jungkook

just said he likes brats but he is THE brat so good luck y’all

praise him please

teasing, degradation if you’re nice about it

everything in excess, namely orgasms & partners

soft fuckboi vibes

lingerie

piercings!! genital/nipple

most of this was from bee so everyone go follow her thank u

#i'm having dinner w my grandparents after this so thanks #not gonna be weird at ALL dlfgk #feel free to chime in and share ur thots #jewel answers #bts imagines #bts kinks

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radioiaci · 1 month

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Wanted to answer all the nice things I was given in one post, so find them under the read-more cuz it's long. <3

@radiiosugars ⧐ you are a wonderful writer and i enjoy seeing your portrayal! I smile when you're on my dash <3 the little details you include with his perspective really do paint a picture! (and i hope your day gets better! )

WEH THANK YOU SO MUCH SALT, you're a blessing and I wholeheartedly appreciate whenever you spam me on Discord with SILLIES even though I don't always have the capacity to respond right away fjkdjgjdg I LOVE YOUR PORTRAYAL AND YOUR ART TOO and thank you for the kindness 😭

@copaceticjillybean ⧐ You are…soooo good at stuff! Your Alastor portrayal, your art, it’s all just really really cool! I’m always so excited, when I see you post your animatics, or a new drawing, or a reply, because I know it’s gonna brighten up my day a bit! ; I know you’re having a hard time today, but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really neat and good at what you do. ^w^ ; Oh, and I almost forgot- you’re also just FUN. Like, your ooc posts are just cute and funny, and I like seeing you pop on and tell us what you’re thinking. You’re easy to talk to, and that means a lot, especially for someone like me who can get nervous talking with people >u<;

AAAA THANK YOU, I really do try to be as approachable as possible given the type of person that I am, so I really don't want anyone to feel like they CAN'T talk to me. sometimes the RPC can feel really limited and exclusive and I like to change that in whatever way I can. you are always very kind and fun to write with as well AND I CAN'T WAIT to see what sort of sillies Alastor and Jillian can get up to

@helluvaflames ⧐ I love the way you write Alastor and I'm still loving writing Fizzarolli and him in these scenes. You write Alastor so well and its been so fun to get to know him through our threads!

YES THANK YOU YOU GET ME, I love writin' with your lil Fizzy too! I'm also excited for Alastor and Angel's "date" LOL I'm sure there will be RIDICULOUSNESS there, just knowing how they generally interact. Thank you for putting up with me and my silly deer boy!!

@tinyfieryghost ⧐ YOUR ART IS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. I love how you draw Alastor and writing with you is always a pleasure! I also love how you write Alastor! Silly guy who can and will murder and maim!!! Also you're great to talk to in general!

LISTEN YOU, YOUR ART IS ALSO PHENOMENAL and I didn't think I genuinely would get as invested into Alastor/Ghost's relationship but him in my brain was just like? ? ? ? "this one is mine? ? ?? actually???" so I MEAN IT JUST HAPPENED THAT WAY and I'm not mad about it. I'M EXCITED for Al's encounter with Reaper fr fr and I love writing with you!!!

@visage-of-hell ⧐ *violently kicks in the door* DID SOMEONE SAY POSITIVITY???? ; Bitch, you're one of the most TALENTED fuckers I know on this site. Amazing writing style? Check. Brilliant character portrayal? Check. AND knock-your-socks-off gorgeous artistic skills to boot???? Dude, you are a triple threat of sheer creative genius--don't you DARE be doubting that for even a second!

WUH HUH BUH LISTEN you are ALSO very talented and I VERY MUCH love writing with Al and Vis together because they're a real ENEMY TO LOVER ARC MAYBE? AND I KNOW IT'S SLOW MOVING BECAUSE ALASTOR IS STUPID but I LOVE IT ALSO??? Thank you my friend, I love to talk with you too and share funny sillies and fawn over them being so STUPID

@damnedrainbows ⧐ //you’re one of my favorite alastors and truthfully I admired from the sidelines for a while because I felt inadequate hehehehe I can!t wait to interact with our muses more and see where it go for him and lucifer ; also forgot to tack on, amazing artist ; like seriously I link my friends your art all the time on discord lol

WHAT???? ONE OF UR FAVS???? STOPPIT. That always means a ton to me, especially because I know how many TALENTED and wonderful writers there are playing Alastor out there so that RLY MAKES ME FEEL GOOD AND VALUED and YOUR writing is also fantastic! Al/Lucifer's first thread is so weirdly deep after starting off as like almost a meme and I'm LIVING for it LOL. AND I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART LMAO maybe some day I'll draw something like actual serious for people to share jgdljgd but I enjoy drawing shitpost Al too much BUT THANK YOU this means a lot.

@lilitophidian ⧐ HEEEEY YOU, I LOVE YOUR LITTLE DEER, AND WE GOT SOME DOPE ASS SHIT GOING ON LIKE??? your writing is so fucking good I wanna do more threads with you at some point even though I have verbal diarrhea ; BUT YOU DESERVE THE BEST LIKE I TAKE TIME ON MY REPLIES TO YOU SO THEY ARE GOOD EATS??? Like, let me love on ya!!! ; Also your art ; I'd tattoo the pink dress wearing Alastor on my body fr

MY LIL DEER BOY YES I'M SO EXCITED for him to be.... tortured... mercilessly (that sounds bad LMAO) but LISTEN we are both wordy and I do NOT hate that one bit, I EAT IT UP YUMYUM gimmi all that good good exposition and artsy prose I LOVE that shit and you do it SO WELL. Also thank you for recommending frilly pink dress Alastor, I think he will never live that one down LMAO.

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ you are SO funny and sweet pascall, i love writing with you ( and your writing is amazing obviously i cannot live without it ) but even just our conversations ooc bring me lots of joy !! you have fantastic art and i am FLOORED by how creative you are ! thank you for making me funny shitposts and indulging my horrible brainrot 😭💜

I'M GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS listen the fact that you have put up with my dumbass over the last few weeks just constantly spamming you with radioapple shit means that you should get some type of AWARD HONESTLY. every IC interaction we have is so good and whenever you reply I'm like *VACCUUM NOISES* as i ABSORB IT. YOU're the one indulging MY horrible brainrot and u know what there's something beautiful about that. THANK YOU ily ily

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Thank you all for such kind words, it really did make me feel better about my poopy day. <3

#▶ after hours broadcast ▶#⨻ answers ⨻#long post #answers under the read-more

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HELLO!!! I saw the smut ask game u rb'd and also would stab numerous people for your writing so. i figured i could send in a letter or two if u were willing >.<

but first,,, do u have a list of hellaverse ships u ship so i can know what to request? pls and thank you for ur time 🙏

Oh!!! Hello, dear friend! ❤️ No worries, you're not a bother at all! My ask box is barren, and it is open anytime ❤️

I ship most anything, within reason, honestly! Here's a few I like off the top of my head, and some reasons why:

Chaggie- Sweet, sweet lesbians, like my wife and I. Need i say more???

Huskerdust- Th-The dynamic??? The way that Husk just-- LETS Angel know to be himself, his REAL self??? The way they look at each other? The way they show consent while dancing??? I have SO many feelings-- THEY. ARE. PRECIOUS. They are my Endgame

RadioApple- SO MUCH ANGSTY POTENTIAL! But also... so, so, sexy. Angry, bickering old men, who both love Charlie and one upping each other. Like water and oil. They don't mix well, but when they do... MAN. HOT. (Lillith and Luci are obviously still awesome to me)

AdamsApple- I've seen IRRATIONALLY hot art for this ship. 10/10, would ship again. Sue me.

LuteXAdam- WOULD be endgame if Adam didn't die. NEXT--

One-sided RadioStatic- MORE ANGST. But also, I just love the idea of Vox being a scorned ex/lover, who is helplessly obsessed with his ex. I also love the idea of Alastor using this to his advantage, and getting a thrill out of driving his ex CRAZY. Can ALSO be steamy. Serious hate-fuck vibes. Vibes I can't deny are dangerously hot.

Radiodust(?)- I'm cool with it! I don't see it ever becoming a thing, and I think Huskerdust has so much more chemistry, but I see the appeal! If only for opposites attract!

Charlastor- I SEE THE VISION... But also love Chaggie so much. Ugh. There is serious room for chemistry though.

RadioRose- LISTEN-- I see this more through a queer-platonic lense: BUT THESE. TWO. ROT. MY TEETH. They could be so adorable!!! They compliment each other! loads of chemistry and similarities!!! This is one of the fluffiest of ships I enjoy, just for the sake of something sweet! Same goes for MimzyXAlastor! But mostly due to the art of @bananadramaaa (seriously, go check out that art, THE WAY THAT MIMZY AND ALASTOR LOOK? UGH 😫💦)

For Helluva Boss...

M&Ms- BOOM. DONE. LOVE THE DYNAMIC. Reminds me a lot of my wife and I. I related to Milly SO much in the episode where they lead a sting operation together. UGH. SO CUTE--

Stolitz- Why, of course. Now, they definitely need to sort through some shit-- YES. but I love them. I hope we see a rekindling in the next season, or I will simply DIE

Luna, Vortex, Bee Throuple- I mean, goth girl, scene girl, and punk/metal head? Yep. I'd smash that like button.

Verosika and Barbie Wire- YOU CANT TELL ME THERE WASNT SOME SHENANIGANS HERE-- EVEN REVENGE FUCKING--

OzzyXFizz- ALSO remind me so much of me and my wife. The way they fold for each other??? Honestly, the most developed, wholesome, non-toxic ship in the Hellaverse, imo. I love them. LOVE THEM.

OctaviaXLuna- Platonic buddies! I don't like the age difference, but could see them being the best of buds. They would have the best time at the Hellaverse's HotTopic.

StrikerXBlitzo- Closest thing I think to a problematic ship... had Striker been more persuasive, or Blitzo less in love with Stolas... I could see these two horn dogs working out. If exclusively for a friends-with-benefits situation.

So yeaaaaah... honestly, most anything goes! As long as it's not straight up incest, I can see the vision. Write/ask away, dear sweet Anon! 👈😎👈

#anon asks #sweet anon #thank you for the ask!#bdhdhshsj #helluva boss #hazbin hotel

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 5

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | TW: attempted assault | 9k includes: Damian helping u apply sunscreen before the angst, dinner w babs and Steph where they give u the inside info on past batboy feelings for u, Red Hood saves u from thugs, u wear Roy’s clothes

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Five: Lost in Translation | ao3 - wattpad

Damian ends up whisking you and Jon away on a yachting adventure, insisting you need to get out more. At first, you're offended, that is until you realize holding your tongue means going out of state on a yacht. Suddenly all previous offense dissipates.

Damian reminds you for the second time that, even though it's out of state, it's only a fifteen-minute drive. Whatever. It just sounds fancier.

You’re only holding your tongue just this one time though, so Damian better not get used to it.

This is how you end up in Happy Harbor in the middle of the week, lounging on the top deck in the hot tub with Damian. Jon disappeared somewhere inside to get you guys drinks and check out the food, but he comes back soon after.

“Do you need sunblock?” You ask Damian, noticing his shoulders turning pink under the direct glare of the sun's 80-degree rays. He's about to open his mouth, probably to tell you to fuck off, but you know he'll thank you later, “You need sunblock. Come here.”

“No,” He spits out your name, dodging whichever way you move in the water all while avoiding your sunscreen-covered palms. “I don’t even burn,” He insists quickly when you get particularly close.

“Everyone burns, dumbass,” You leap forward to tackle him into submission, though you know he must’ve partially let you. With Damian subdued, you waste no time in spreading the cream across his burning, tanned shoulders.

He eventually relaxes into your touch, even going as far as hopping up onto the ledge to give you better access to the rest of his upper body. Though, this new position now means you're eye level with his crotch. He doesn’t bother with fussing; he just stays still enough for you to rub it along the ripples of his muscular chest and back, making you wish you’d never offered.

This ended up being a lot more than you bargained for.

It’s only as you reach the waistband of his trunks that he places a dark hand over yours. “This is where I draw the line,” He smirks and swiftly hops out of the hot tub to avoid you trying, keyword trying, to put sunscreen on his face. “I think you’ll need it more than I do.”

You look down to see that you do indeed appear rosier than usual, though you’re not entirely sure it’s just from the sun.

“Okay, so put some on me then,” You shrug nonchalantly. At least, you hope it looked nonchalant… You aren’t trying to let him know just how riled up you were after, essentially, feeling him up.

“Ew, gross,” Damian wrinkles his nose in disgust. “I don’t want to catch anything you’ve got.”

Your jaw drops, “But I just did it for you!”

“That’s because you wanted to.” He looks way too proud of himself. Way too proud.

From where you stand, you can tell he’s definitely flexing his abs right now on purpose.

You roll your eyes at his arrogant display and push the bottle of sunscreen into his hands. You hop out of the tub and make your way over to the lounge chairs together, but he just pushes it right back at you.

“Just put this shit on my back, dude,” You huff in annoyance. “You may not care about burning out here, but I do.”

Instead of helping (because when has Damian ever been consideed helpful?), he mocks you in a high-pitched voice, “Dude.”

Seriously?

Okay, well, two can play this game, Wayne.

“Aw, cute! That’s exactly how you sounded when I first met you,” You imitate freshman Damian saying your name but highly exaggerate the pitch just to piss him off.

“Did not.”

It worked.

“Did too.”

He aggressively snatches the bottle from your hand. “You know, for someone who doesn’t want to burn, it sure sounds like you want to burn,” He dangles the sunscreen like he’s going to drop it on top of your head, but you don’t give him the reaction he wants, so he eventually huffs and pops open the cap.

You grin, dangling your victory obxnosiously in his face as you roll over onto your stomach to give him better access to your back. There's really no reason to, considering the string bikini you're wearing grants him any access he'll need seeing as it doesn’t cover a whole lot of you in the first place.

“Damn, you’re so aggressive with it.” You whine as he digs in. Yes, digs into your skin to apply the cream. He seems to think that the sunscreen needs to be applied with a certain psi to be effective with the way his hands continue to push into your skin. “Please never become a masseuse.” You joke, but he significantly lightens his touch as he makes his way down to your lower back. You quietly exhale in relief.

“I hire masseuses. Why would I become one?” His voice sounds slightly restrained.

“To give me free massages?” You state the obvious with a smirk thrown over your shoulder at him, not that he's looking at your face, though you note a twinge of amusement.

“Seems like that's already a benefit of yours,” His fingertips lightly trail down to where your back meets the top string of your bottoms and stops abruptly. “I’m not touching your ass. Nice try, though.”

You laugh, grabbing the bottle from his hands to lather it on your backside while he watches. “Still looking at it, though.” You wink at him, reveling in how he bristles as he walks over to claim the lounge chair across from your own.

“Hard not to when it’s that fat,” He curls his face into disgust as he puts on his sunglasses. “Might even be bigger than Nightwing’s.”

“Enough with the compliments, Damian. You’re making me blush,” You tease him, kicking your legs up behind you like a girl writing in her diary. “Makin’ a girl feel all special ’n shit.” You flip over with a whine. “Also, you've never talked comics with me before. What’s up with that?”

“They’re for lame losers like you. Besides, I’ve never picked one up, but I do watch the news.” He reaches over and clicks a button on the side table. Almost immediately, two stewardesses bring out towels along with some sort of infused water for Damian and quickly leave without a word. You make a weird face. “What?”

“You didn’t tell me it was chartered.”

“What do I look like? Someone with an unchartered yacht. Please.” He rolls his eyes from the lounge chair across from yours and tilts his Bottega Veneta sunglasses further up on his face. “Why do you keep looking constipated like that?”

“Nothing. Sometimes I forget you’re super fucking rich.”

Not even in your wildest imagination could you have pictured yourself on a yacht with people to cater to your every, frivolous whim. If anything, the most you’d hoped for was a full fridge and a normal family, but Damian’s wild experiences will suffice for now.

It just seems too unrealistic for someone like you to be able to enjoy crazy indulgences like this, especially when these same experiences don’t seem to affect Damian in the slightest.

“I don’t think I ever ended up hearing about how your meeting with Roy and Jason went,” Jon says, walking towards you and Damian with a tray of fresh drinks from the inside bar. Jon and you both felt very weird about the whole service thing, so you understand why he’d just want to serve himself. “Damian mentioned that you seemed a bit nervous.”

You laugh. That's a complete understatement.

“It went alright. Kid’s cute,” Damian tch’s at that. “What? She is! And Roy, well, he’s missing a hand since the last time I saw him, so there’s that.”

You wonder if Damian will correct you. You wonder if he'll tell you that the prosthetic was also further up his arm, but he doesn’t and you're left to wonder just how much of his arm is actually gone.

“I told you he’s changed,” Damian’s face reads: ‘I told you so' clear as day.

“Yeah, no fucking kidding. I still don’t understand why you couldn’t’ve given me a heads up buuut,” You sit up straighter to visually demonstrate to them how his prosthetic hand looked. “It was all black and like, had this like shooty thing right here,” You point to the top of your hand. “Or, well, it kinda looked like it, but I doubt that. Right?” Jon nods as if he has any idea what you're talking about. You appreciate his enthusiasm, nonetheless. “But he seemed pretty much the same other than that. Still hot as ever, though, obviously.” You waggle your eyebrows at Jon, mainly because Damian seems content ignoring the two of you ever since the topic had been broached.

“Whatever,” Damian sips petulantly at his drink. It isn’t until Jon asks to see a picture that Damian sighs in annoyance. “Don’t let her pull into her smut, Jon. I’m more attractive than both of them combined, easily. Right?” He imitates your tone from earlier.

You and Jon gigle at the jealousy in his tone as you show him pictures of Jason, Roy and you from high school.

“You’ve always been really pretty.” He points at you in a picture taken while the three of you had been arguing at the library. “But, yeah, I’d be hot and bothered too,” He says, pretending to fan himself at the sight of Roy and Jason. “Jeesh!”

“Shut up,” Damian slams his drink down on the side table next to him, removing his sunglasses with sharp malice. “Enough about those two dimwits already.”

It’s silent after that.

The waves lapping up the sides of the ship and the seagulls chatter serve as reminders of the resulting awkwardness now in place of the lively conversations which had previously masked them.

“It’s not that serious-” You attempt to give him an out and get the jovial atmosphere back but it seems he doesn’t care. “Damian, are you being for real?” His face leaves no room for debate. “Okay, fine. We’ll stop,” You try calming him down before he can really go off, but it seems it’s already too late.

From the slight twitch of his eye and the telltale sign of his neck vein popping out, you have a very upset Damian Wayne on your hands. Well, you turn to Jon in alarm, the two of you have a very upset Damian Wayne on your hands.

You think he’ll remain quiet, content to glare at you for the rest of however long his pissy-fit lasts, but no. The combination of the hot sun coupled with too many drinks leaves Damian’s usual short temper even shorter.

“We get it,” Damian sits up, menacingly facing you from across the short distance of the deck as if you hadn’t even spoken. “You’re a desperate wannabe who clings onto unavailable people. Truly pathetic and completely high school, if you ask me.”

You don’t even know what to say.

Where was all of this coming from?

Jon seems to, for lack of better words, be in the same boat.

“Woah, Damian,” Jon searches Damian’s purposefully blank face as defends you from the uncalled-for outburst. “She’s your friend. Why are you acting like this?”

You’re still stuptefied by his abrupt hostility. You try to retrace your steps, seeing where the conversation had gone awry, but came up blank. All you’d talked about was Roy and Jason for not even a second… Wait.

Was he really telling you to shut up over talking about them?

You think back to high school, when he never seemed to upset when you talked about them aside from a few eye-rolls and such, but now it’s like a completely taboo topic for Damian.

“She used to be my best friend.” It comes out cold and uninterested, as if he’s completely over the conversation and you.

“Used to?” You finally spoke with a soft voice, barely audible above the overlapping waves against the boat.

You’d done nothing but be at his side endlessly. You thought you understood him when no one else had, just as he’d done for you. So, why was he saying this?

Ever since Jason and Roy came back into the picture, it was like you could see flashes of the old Damian. The one who was always fighting for your attention over his brothers. It had always been comical to you, considering Damian had always had your undivided attention whether he realized it or not.

“Like you haven’t noticed,” Damian motions to Jon, who doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself but, then again, neither do you. You’ve never been on the wrong side of Damian’s ire like you are right now.

“Damian, what did I do?” You can’t help the genuine hurt and confusion that drips from your every word, pleading with him to stop, “I’ve only been talking to them for a few days, so how could you already be replacing me?”

“Maybe I knew they’d be coming back and prepared myself,” He responds cryptically. If you weren’t already so upset, you'd probably roll your eyes at the blatant lie.

You look at Jon, but he still seems just as baffled, “He’s been like this ever since the day after we painted.”

It doesn’t take long to connect that what you thought was going on, was going on.

The day after the penthouse party is when you’d gone over to dump about your Jason and Roy problems. Now, today he’s blowing up after you showed Jon an old picture.

It's clear as day to everyone but Damian, it seems.

Why he's jealous of your complicated relationship with them, you have no idea.

“You’re so jealous, Damian. It’s really cute.” You attempt to cover up your hurt with nonchalance, giving him another chance to calm down.

He doesn’t take it.

“Jealous? Me? Please,” Damian scoffs and tilts his head in just a way that causes his sunglasses to reflect a ray of the sun directly into your eye. This leaves you to dodge out of its way by lying back down. “Let’s not forget that you’re on my yacht,” He curses your last name. “Would you like a one-way ticket off of it?”

“Would I be able to stay dry?” You ask tonelessly as you adjust your navy bikini top. You really hope whatever steam Damian’s letting off is almost out because you're running out of patience.

It doesn’t help you're all quite literally trapped in the middle of the ocean on a boat together, either.

“What do you think?” He snarls.

“Whatever, man,” You snort. If he gets a free pass at being a dick, “Whatever. Jon,” He looks like he’d rather not be dragged back into one of your tiffs. “How do you put up with him?” You place a delicate hand over your bikini-clad chest. “How did I ever put up with him?”

He glares at you as if daring you to make him explain exactly why he even confronted you in the first place: you were a loser. Though you remind yourself, to be fair, Damian was somewhat of a social outcast himself, so he's one to talk.

“Maybe those rumors they used to spread about you were true,” He falsely muses to get a rise out of you.

It works.

It’s simple but effective.

No one knows how to push your buttons quite like Damian does and today is a prime example of this. You shoot up from your seat with fury burning in your eyes, coming to an abrupt halt at the end of his chair, wrought with rage.

“You know they weren’t."

How dare he insinuate he wasn’t your first, well… everything.

You continue to stand over him, waiting on him to say anything, but he sits in silence with a small smile you so badly want to knock off his face.

Finally, he yawns and you anxiously await whatever dumb shit he’s about to spew, “Who really knows?”

"I've never even so much as had a boyfriend, Dami,” You respond through gritted teeth, reveling in how his face finally falls.

You definitely caught him off guard, but you’re not entirely sure.

He covers it up as soon as you take notice, stirring the pot to cover up the brief break in his rock-solid facade, "Then you really are a whore."

It’s as if you blackout because the next thing you know, you’re holding an empty glass.

You come to just in time to see Damian, in a now soaked swimsuit, lunging at you with a devilish glint in his dark eyes as Jon desperately smooshes himself in between the two of you as best he can in an attempt to separate you both, but to no avail.

“DAMIAN, GET OFF OF HER!” He shouts, drawing the attention of the deck crew, who move in to help Jon intervene.

You don’t bother touching him; it’d be too dumb of a move. He’d obviously know any moves you’d use, seeing as he was the one who’d taught you the self-defense moves you know, albeit foggily. Supposedly, he taught you everything he knows but, with his ever-present ninja-like reflexes, you’re pretty sure he’s held some moves back from you. You don’t want to give him a reason to hurt you any further in a way he can’t come back from, so you turn your head to the side, exposing your neck to signal to him you're done dealing with his shit. Well, your shit because you’d technically started it. Ugh.

He recognizes your white flag easily and swiftly gets up before anyone else can intervene, wiping meticulously at his swim trunks. “I think it’d be best if you left,” He says your first name coldly, but you don’t stick around to hear much else.

If Jon could, you think the glare he’s currently sending Damian would disintegrate him on impact. He mutters to himself, sounding disappointed as he helps you gather up your things and onto the tender. Damian's long gone, having retired to one of the inside cabins soon after the ordeal ended.

“I don’t know what came over him,” He confides to you, holding your hand steady as you step down into the tiny boat that's set to take you back to shore.

“Pretty sure it was a Mai Tai.” He gives you an admonishing glance in response that makes you wince, “Yeah.. Not my best moment.” It's as close as you’ll get to an apology after all the provoking Damian had done.

“You both need some time apart, I think.” He looks extremely uncomfortable in the position he’s found himself in as mediator.

This whole situation’s fucking pathetic.

“Like a fucking break up or something. Come on, Jon. You see how ridiculous he’s being!” You throw your arms up dramatically, causing the poor deckhand near the wheel to duck out of the way.

“I know. You’ll just have to let him figure it out.”

You sigh.

You’ve never fought with Damian like this over all the years and it's definitely left you shaken.

You look down at the floor of the tender. “Tell him I’m sorry about the drink, I guess.”

Jon nods, smiling lightly, “I was going to tell him that anyway,” He pats you on the back as he and retreats from the loading deck. “Take care of yourself,” He says your name gently as he makes his way back to the main decks, undoubtedly to look for your sulking friend.

You’re chartered back to land. As soon as your feet hit the dock, you make a desperate call.

•••

“Thanks again for picking me up on such short notice,” You shimmy into the passenger seat, smiling at Stephanie behind the wheel as you buckle in.

She shoots you a grin with thinly veiled worried leaking from it, “Of course! Sorry, I had to bring company,” She winks at the redhead in the back through the rearview mirror.

“Never apologize for bringing Babs.” You look back to Barbara in the back seat with a tiny smile. It's been a while since you’ve seen her anyway, so it's as good a chance as any to catch up with the redhead. You’re, admittedly, still getting used to seeing her with a wheelchair in tow.

“Yeah, Steph!” Barbara punches the back of Stephanie's seat playfully.

“Sorry, sorry!” She giggles.

“What were you guys up to?”

“Running errands.” They simultaneously glance over your attire and think back to your pissed-off, slightly frantic voicemail you’d left Stephanie half an hour earlier. Surely there has to be some reason for the call and your lack of clothes. “What were you up to?”

“Damian had a yacht thing.”

They glance at each other in the rearview again, sensing something's gone down.

“Sounds fancy,” Babs says.

“Mmm.”

Another shared look.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Babs changes the subject easily.

“But I’m practically naked,” You gesture down to your skimpy bikini and crocheted cover-up.

“Oh, trust me, babe. We both noticed,” Stephanie obnoxiously wiggles her eyebrows at your exposed body. “God, you make me wish I was gay sometimes.”

Barbara snorts, “What’s stopping you?”

“That handsome GPD officer I was telling you about.” She sighs dreamily. “I keep running into him and… I don’t know, I just get this feeling about him.”

“What’s his name?” You ask, quirking a brow when Barbara giggles.

“She doesn’t know.”

“Oh, come on, Steph.” You now join in on Babs giggles. “Does he at least know yours?”

She snorts, “They always do.” The three of you cackle until Stephanie pulls up to an old Mexican restaurant. It's right on the outskirts of Gotham and super close to Jason and Roy’s apartment. “I’m craving Mexican and I’m driving so… Ta da!” She gives you both jazz hands as soon as the car’s in park.

“Works for me,” You shrug. “But that still doesn’t solve this,” You gesture downward where your tits are barely concealed by the tiny triangles and your ass isn't much better off.

“I have a pair of stretchy shorts in the back that should fit!” She gets out to grab it while you get out to set up Barbara’s wheelchair. You help lift her into it and nearly drop her when you feel the tie on the left side of your bikini bottom come undone.

“Damn, Barbara,” She moves to re-tie it for you with a laugh. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

She smacks at your hip to signal she’s done trying. “Time and date.”

You throw your head back and lose it.

“Careful Damian doesn’t hear us." Stephanie comes back around the car to where you and Babs are and hands you the black fabric. "He’s a real possessive one.”

You snort. “Yeah, figured that out today.”

“Just today?” They both look at you in disbelief.

“What?!” You put on the shorts Stephanie gave you and tie the crochet cover-up into a wonky tube top over your bikini before heading in with your friends in tow.

Once inside, you order and they immediately begin to dish on your friend.

“So, you’re telling us that you really didn’t know Damian liked you?” They still carry the same incredulous looks they’d worn in the parking lot. “He’s like the weirdest little demon child to ever be spawned and you actually got along with him for literal years. It’d take a fucking miracle for that to happen if he hadn’t somewhat liked you.”

You think back to the night of the Joker incident and how he’d comforted you in a way no one had before. Your stomach knots at the intimate memory of a man whom you don’t even recognize after today.

“Now you’re gonna tell me you didn’t know Tim liked you,” Barbara jokes lightly before clearing her throat awkwardly.

She’d been much older than you and Steph, so she hadn’t become as close with either of you as she is now until around senior year. This also means, however, that everything before senior year she’s not as familiar with, hence her not knowing the turmoil you and Stephanie went through when you’d first met. Was it true that all of that initial friction had been inadvertently caused by Tim?

You can see the hesitancy in Stephanie’s smile, but she eventually nods in agreement. “When Tim and I were dating, I was soo jealous of you.”

No way.

“I was 15!” You exclaim in shock.

Tim liked you?!

Of course, you’d looked at Tim that way. He was hot and didn’t think your obsession with heroes was cringy. Regardless, you’d always just assumed he saw you as his younger brother’s nerdy friend. Nothing more. Part of you still doubts he'd ever even looked at you that way, regardless of what Steph and Babs said.

As for Damian? Well, you knew Damian had liked you at some point with all the, uh, things you’d done, but he definitely didn’t now… right?

She shrugs. “You’re hot as fuck and you’ve always had big tits and a fat ass. How could I not be?”

“I’m starting to think maybe you liked me too,” You tease her, causing her to laugh easily.

“Oh, I for sure did. I just couldn’t recognize it over all the envy,” She shoots you a smirk.

Your food’s just arrived when Barbara looks down at the ringing phone in her hand. She shoots Stephanie with a look she easily reads and quickly gets up in response. “I’m glad we got to catch up, but there’s been a bit of an emergency. Do you have a ride?”

“Sorry to bail like this, but we really have to hurry,” Barbara sets down cash and begins wheeling to the exit, but Stephanie lingers to hear your answer to her question.

“Of course.” You lie easily. They’d driven all the way to the state over to save you from Damian’s “Can I at least keep the shorts?”

“All yours, babe!” She gives you a thumbs up and races to meet Barbara by the entrance. “Don’t even bother washing them before you return ‘em!”

You snort at her frat-like humor as they wave a final time and load back into the car.

You would’ve been heading to Jason and Roy’s in an hour anyway, but you shouldn't be showing up like this. You stare down at your barely covered chest, to your ass that's hanging out of Stephanies workout shorts and know it's a dumb idea to walk through the rough side of town like this. You inwardly groan, realizing it’s not like you have a choice in the matter with the way Damian had dropped you. You aren’t upset with Stephanie and Barbara needing to leave like they had when they’d just dropped everything to pick you up, but you can’t help but feel an overall feeling of sinking abandonment.

You sigh and have the waiter bring you boxes so, at the very least, you won’t have to worry about food for you and Lian. You pump yourself up as you begin your trek along the three blocks it takes to get to Jason and Roy’s place, but not before at least two cars pull over to ask how much you cost.

You don’t bother to slow down for either car. You try to maintain a steady pace, but the further away from the restaurant and the busy street it lay on, the more uneasiness you feel.

When the Wayne boys had trained you all those years ago, they always reminded you to keep your eyes and ears open in moments like these. They said there's probably a logical reason for you to get an uneasy gut feeling, but nothing seems particularly out of the ordinary. You wave off your worry and continue across the street.

Two more blocks.

You’re startled in the middle of the crosswalk by the loud, crackling sound of a motorcycle revving somewhere off in the near distance, but quickly pull it together like you hadn’t. You finish crossing the street, hoping you haven't drawn the wrong attention. You know you shouldn’t be jumping at dumb shit like that, especially when the only people you've seen on the streets have all been large groups of men. You think back to the last woman you’d passed, which had been an old lady right outside the corner bodega next to the restaurant two blocks back.

You take a deep breath and hold the food further in front of your cleavage to retain some semblance of modesty, but who are you kidding? It's bad. You look like you've drunkenly dressed yourself for a shift at the strip club and the fewer people that notice, the better.

You can see the corner building to Jason and Roy’s block and break into a light jog. You think you’re home free when you’re suddenly dragged into a dark ally.

You make to scream, but a grimy, clammy hand hastens itself over your mouth. You don’t give them a chance to get any further as your training kicks in. You drop down out of the hold. The man gasps in confusion, but you don’t give him any more time to react before you pop back up, turning to kick him directly in the balls with a satisfying smush.

“This one's a fighter, guys.” You’re panting slightly as you watch two more figures approaching from the corners of your vision. Regardless of how scared you are right now, you can't help but smirk at his deduction. "No way, freak's fuckin' into it."

His fear is all the encouragement you need to give the doubled-over man a psychotic grin he can’t even see from his hurt position. His friends, however, can and make small noises of unease.

“Oh," Your eyes go wild. "You have no idea.”

You set down the to-go bag gently and shake out your wrists just as the second goon begins a barrage of slow punches. You easily dodge them and parry them with quick, ferocious bursts of fists.

“Agh!” He exclaims as you drive a hearty punch into his fleshy stomach, sending him backward into the metal casing of a dumpster that lies further down the ally.

He’s still groaning on the ground, propped up by the dumpster, when the two other men gather their wits and team up to attack you simultaneously from both sides.

You try to remain calm as you prepare yourself for their inevitable attack.

You wait until they get right on you before lifting off the ground into a split kick that nails both men in the face. The momentum sends each man crashing into the brick ally wall on their respective sides.

The dude on the ground shuffles to get to his feet, quivering, nearly tripping over his buddies to get away from you in his haste.

“That’s right! Tell your creepy fucking friends,” You yell after his retreating form. You wait until he's out of sight before spinning into a proud little jump. “Oof!” Upon landing, you run into something extremely hard and extremely smelly.

You stumble backward, sneezing at the offending scent. When you look up, you startle, quickly distancing yourself from the man in the motorcycle helmet, who smells vaguely of gunpowder.

You squint your eyes up at him, almost immediately recognizing his getup from the news.

His name isn’t coming to you now, but you know what the costume stands for: Joker. You sure as fuck aren’t sticking around to find out if this guy is affiliated with that creep or not.

“I think everything’s all good over here,” You hesitantly tell the man who’s yet to talk but is also currently blocking your only way out.

“What are you doing out here?”

You startle at his robotic voice and subconsciously take a step back toward the unconscious thugs. “I’m just going home,” You answer in a higher-pitched voice than usual much to your chagrin.

Lowly goons you can deal with, but dual-wielding gunned, Joker-themed psychopaths?

Yeah, not so much.

You put up your hands in a lax surrender, slowly inching toward the bag of food that sits at the base of his ginormous combat boots. On second thought, cooking wouldn’t be too bad, right? You abort your mission, deciding big boy over here can have you stupid Mexican food if it means you don’t have to fight him.

“I won’t hurt you,” Comes his robotic reply.

Regardless of his words, you still feel like a deer in headlights. Your heart stops completely when he reaches near your frozen body to grab the bag. With your breath caught in your throat, you look up. His red helmet comes within centimeters of your face as he offers the bag of food in the direction of your cowering form.

You stand instantly, finally feeling like you can finally think again once you stand over his still crouching body. You watch as his monstrously thick thighs stretch the fabric of his cargo pants sinfully when he stands, once again gaining ground on you with his incredible height.

“Cool. Thanks,” You say with a forced smile as you attempt to get around his thick, built body. “I’ll be going now, then.” You give a tiny salute but startle, leaving the action suspended mid-air at the sound of one of the men you’d kicked coming to.

It’s also at this moment that the pounding sound of footsteps becomes clearer. In fact, the thunderous noise seems to be rounding the corner when you finally pick up on it.

“There she is! This way.”

You anxiously look up at the red helmet of the man standing next to you, hoping you can trust him.

“Follow me.” It’s all he says and, with your food in tow, you don’t hesitate to do exactly as he says. You trudge along behind his swift pace with your sandals slapping against the slush and muck of Gotham as he leads you deeper into the dark ally systems.

You follow him around an adjacent ally only to be roughly pushed up against the dirty brick wall.

“Hey!” You push off the wall and against his hard chest, but he easily pushes you back against the bricks. You squirm against his hold, attempting to protest as he covers your entire body with his and searches for whatever sound he’d apparently heard. “Listen, I don’t think it’s that deep.” He shushes you, but you roll your eyes and continue in a slightly lowered voice. “I mean, muggings in Gotham are basically a given. How is this any different?”

He turns his head back to you. “You want me to leave you like this, or what?” He threatens in his robotic voice as he eyes your revealing outfit up and down in the little space that remains between your bodies. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A hooker?”

You think back to the others who’d thought the same and wrinkle your nose in disgust.

“Hey, fuck you, man.” This time, he backs away when you push him off you. “You wish I was.” You pull down Stephanie’s shorts to regain some semblance of modesty, but it’s in vain. With your head slightly turned to see if the shorts were covering, well, anything you see shadows floating across where you’d just come from. You immediately feel your heartbeat start to tremble.

Just what the fuck is going on? Were these dudes really that ass-hurt about getting taken down by a girl?

The helmeted man sees the shadows at the same time you do and wastes no time in taking action.

It’s his turn to snort as he picks a different direction to walk in with a pace you can’t quite meet while walking, so you begin to jog next to him, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He does slow his pace a bit, though, much to your aching leg's delight and your ego's chagrin.

You ignore him and continue your best to keep up as you follow behind him. You’re definitely feeling more comfortable around the man after what seemed like genuine concern. “And I think I’d be okay, anyway. I mean, did you see the other guys? Yeah, plural. I totally had them.”

You walk ahead of him when you finally catch sight of the populated streets that you’d been nabbed from and hasten your pace.

“Yeah, but add ten more? You’re lucky I even saw you,” He's chastising you, you realize with an incredulous shake of your head, “I almost sped by you on my patrol route until I saw it was you- er an issue... happening.”

You know he’s right, but you try to play it off.

If you think about what could've happened for too long, you'll start to spiral back to your other close-call incidents. You shiver, quickly catching yourself, all while hoping he didn’t notice, but his unreadable helmet ultimately reveals nothing.

Quick to switch the subject, you boop the middle of his red helmet where his nose would be and motion him to take the lead again. “Well, thanks for seeing me and everything, I guess.”

He nods at you, coming to a stop at a parked red motorcycle before boarding it. It reminds you somewhat of Jason’s old one, but this one looks a helluva lot faster.

You make to get on, but he stops you, grabbing your finger. “No more boop’ing. Get on.” You hesitate with slight amusement at him saying the word ‘boop’.

“Two questions,” He motions for you to hurry the fuck up. “Do you have another helmet,” He nods and shuffles around under the seat before producing a black one for you. “Thanks. Okay, second question: are you good or bad?”

He scoffs at your juvenile question, “From your position what does it look like, ba-”

You don't have time to question him cutting himself off because you suddenly hear the approaching sound of footsteps that've been steadily gaining on you and your unlikely savior. You waste no time in dropping into the remaining space on the seat behind the dude’s massive form and quickly put on the helmet he gave you.

At least one of your questions had been answered.

You shove on your helmet and quickly climb on behind his hulking form.

One of the first and last times, you remember bitterly, that you’d been on a motorcycle had been when you skipped school for the first time with Jason and Roy. You don't let the memory linger too long, quickly shaking the embarrassing thought from your head and promising yourself that you will not orgasm on this masked man.

You blush at your thoughts, thankful he can’t see your flustered expression. “Well, your creepy voice doesn’t help any.”

“Listen, you got on my motorcycle. Might not be the best idea to piss off the driver.” The last part comes out somewhat rushed, like he's worried about something other than the thugs, but what exactly, you don’t understand. Nor do you fully trust yourself to be able to understand the stranger’s tone when it's all coming out robotic anyway. “I did save you, didn’t I?”

He speeds off, easily getting lost amongst the evening Gotham traffic. After a few turns, you begin to relax, breathing in the cool night air that whizzes by at the insane speed he's zipping around at.

When you exhale, you feel the weight of the situation release with it, not realizing how much tension you've actually been holding in.

“Save is a big word,” He just turns his head briefly at you before speeding up, leaving you to tighten your grip around his hard abdomen.

Do not orgasm, do not orgasm.

“Whatever you want to call it, but you are on my bike, so how bad could I be?” He screeches the bike suddenly, leaving you to slam uncomfortably into his back as he doubles back in the direction you’d just come from with a grating screech that reverberates throughout the streets.

You’re absolutely fucking terrified.

The lack of space between your bodies after his stunt isn't helping your other predicament either.

“Well,” You begin one of your nerd ramblings to get your mind off of the current situation, “you appear to be the vigilante Red Hood. When he first appeared in comics, Red Hood was the original alias of the man that would later become Joker, but your helmet’s all wrong.” You bravely unwrap one of your arms from around Red Hood’s waist to tap against his helmet. He sharply turns halfway as if to say “wtf I’m driving bro,” but you continue on anyway. “Joker’s helmet was originally made from two-way stained red glass, while this is more of a motorcycle fetish look.”

“Glad my outfit finally has a proper label, then,” His robotic voice tones, sarcasm somehow evident, as he makes a sharp turn, seemingly to get back at you. You cling onto him for dear life and peek open one eye over his shoulder to make sure you're still alive before burying your face into his back.

This is exactly where you stay for the remainder of his little joy ride.

Once he’s back to driving somewhat normally, you start up where you left off, peeling your cheek from the leather of his jacket to peer up at the side of his helmet. “So, basically I’m just confused if you’re similar to who you based your outfit off of or not. AKA good or bad?” You repeat your original question to him.

From what you can remember from things you’ve seen online, it seems like not even the news can pin down this dude’s motive, but then again, you can’t completely remember.

“My world isn’t so black and white,” You what he means, but he doesn’t answer again, instead focusing on slowing down to look around where he’s driven to, “Just tell me where I’m dropping you off, sweetheart.”

You squint your eyes at him, still not completely trusting his motives, “For sure.”

You’d basically been at their doorstep when you’d been attacked, so now, after his little speeding stunt, you're well on the other side of town. You start pointing in the direction of Jason and Roy’s apartment. Once you get to the general area, you tell him you’re there even though it's actually two blocks early and hop off.

“Thanks again for ‘saving me,’” You use air quotes as you walk up to the random apartment building. “Bye now,” You give a little wave, expecting him to drive off and are perturbed when he just sits there and watches. The blank look on his helmet does nothing to ease you further.

Even as you arrive at the keycard access door to an apartment, by the way, that's not your own and won’t allow access to the keycard you have, he continues to sit there. Waiting.

Who says chivalry is dead?

A quick glance down shows a seemingly amused(?) Red Hood, though you can't be too sure through the emotionless helmet. You wave to him again and turn around to face the door, pretending to fiddle around your beach bag, but he remains glued to the spot, looking at you with arms crossed.

What kind of babysitter would you be to bring this potentially dangerous man to the doorstep of their apartment?

At the same time, you reason, it would be somewhat worse to lead him back to your actual apartment where you lived alone. At least with Roy and Jason’s place, you’ll have two bulky dudes to back you up.

You sigh and turn around to get back on the bike.

“You ready to tell me where you actually live, babe?” You narrow your eyes at the familiar nickname, recognizing it to be what he’d cut himself off from saying earlier.

You roll your eyes and get back on the bike albeit hesitantly, where you gesture further down the street. This time you only take him a block away before you just start walking, hoping he'll just leave. Even as you prepare your backup plan, you know it's complete shit.

“One more down,” You mutter and wrap your arms back around him as he huffs robotically through the helmet.

“So, you won’t tell me where you live even after all I’ve done? I’m just trying to get you home safe and sound and you, for one, are making it extremely difficult.” He glances back at you incredulously.

Did he completely zone out your explanation of him wearing Joker’s first costume? Joker’s name alone is enough to send shivers down your spine. After your run-in with the killer, you wanted nothing to do with the psychopath. Considering Joker was this masked man’s whole persona, he doesn’t seem all that trustworthy to you.

Besides, you hadn’t even needed saving, anyway. You’d taken those three thugs down with ease after what Damian and his family had taught you.

“Try not to sound so hurt, random vigilante.” You guess that that would be the most accurate term for the man in front of you. His silence seems to indicate his acceptance, at the very least.

“It’s just Red Hood, by the way,” Nevermind, you’d guessed wrong, “not random vigilante.”

“Cool, whatever,” You say, hopping off his bike for the second time.

This time, as soon as you reach the door, you turn and shoo him with your hands.

If he could roll his eyes, you know he would’ve, but he does oblige you in driving off, leaving you with a vast sense of relief.

“Bye, Red Hood,” You yell after him, then tug your food bag closer to your chest.

You continue further down a block, hoping he isn’t still following you on his motorcycle, but the lack of revving makes you think the coast is clear, so you scurry home. Well, not home, you correct yourself, blushing at your slip-up. You mean to Jason and Roy's apartment. Duh...

Once inside, you're met with Roy and Lian hunched over the stove, making some sort of pasta concoction. You, once again, remind Roy that if he doesn’t want his child poisoned, he needs to let you or Jason do the cooking.

“The fuck is that?” You ask with a scrunched-up nose.

Roy smiles wide and lopsided, “Something like a pasta carbonara. Right, Lian?” The girl nods confidently beside him and continues to stir the haphazard goop around the pan.

“Guess I’ve got Spidey senses for your shi-oot cooking, or something because I grabbed this on my way over.” You set the cold bag of food down on the kitchen island before returning to Roy’s side to give both of them side hugs. “Also, don’t ask about the outfit unless you’re going to give me something to wear.” You warned Roy sternly, who already seemed to be doing his best not to stare at your oddly provocative outfit.

“Deal,” He winks as he begins to unload the containers. So much time had passed since you’d left the restaurant that you’d actually forgotten what everyone had ended up ordering “Wouldn’t wanna ruin the show.”

“Your child is right there, you perv.” You look around the empty apartment. “Where’s Jason, anyway?”

“Seems like you weren’t expecting him.” He points down to the three containers he’d set up. “Or expecting to come over here, at the very least.” He doesn’t try to hide the way his eyes are traveling up the expanse of your body. "Maybe you were, though," He winks easily. "That's hot."

“Ah, ah, ah!” You tsk at him. “Give me some clothes, Roy.”

“Ughhh,” He slumps off dramatically but returns moments later with one of his oversized slogan T-shirts and a pair of sweats. “Here, go change while I get her fed.” He goes over to where Lian’s attempting to put a fork into one of the styrofoam containers. “Lian, let me at least heat that up for you first!”

You chuckle and huddle into the bathroom that's already regained a bit of its original messiness to remove your damp suit. You forego Roy’s sweatpants and end up going commando in Stephanie’s shorts and braless in Roy’s ‘World’s Sluttiest Dad’ shirt.

Roy looks up from Lian as you approach and quickly uses his prosthetic hand to cover up his eyes at the sight of you. “Oh, man. Jason’s gonna kill me,” You raise a brow at him and grab the plate he held out for you with his other hand. “Absolutely, utterly kill me.”

“He’ll have to get in line after the night I’ve had.” You tell him about dinner with Barbara and Stephanie and how you figured you were close enough to walk, but then all the thugs. “And, Roy,” You look him dead in the eye, “I kicked ass, like serious ass.”

“Hey!” Comes Lian’s tiny voice. Roy banishes her over to the couch so you two can have a bit more privacy.

“Sorry!” You shoot Roy an apologetic glance across the kitchen island, but he’s still focused on your story. “But I totally knocked these three guys out and then this dude in a helmet- Red Hood,” You trail off at Roy’s sudden increase in interest.

He leans in, “Red Hood, you say?”

“Mhm,” You nodded. “He thought I was a hooker,” You laughed at the memory of what Red Hood had asked you.

Roy clasps his hands together, “Okay, so maybe Jason won’t kill me.” You tilt your head in confusion, not seeing the connection at all. “This is good. Anyway, continue,” Roy smiles brightly at you.

“So, remember when we skipped and took Jason’s motorcycle?”

Now, it’s Roy who’s confused. “You mean the time you came all over my arm? How could I forget.” He smirks at the exact same time your heart drops.

Oh, fuck no.

“ROY!” You short-circuit, ultimately forgetting how to function. “No, you did not know that this whole time.”

He grins slyly, “Oh, I didn’t?” He obnoxiously and extremely accurately, imitates how you’d bucked back into his crotch and spasmed on Jason’s back with your head thrown back on Roy’s shoulder. “‘Oh, Jason, you’re so angsty and hot with your motorcycle and leather jacket.’” He pitches his voice impressively high. “‘Take me now!’”

You bury your head in your hands with a pitiful whine, “Oh my god, I want to die. I really want to die.” You look up with begging eyes, “Please never ever mention this ever again. Like, EVER.” You beg desperately, looking into Roy’s mirthful green eyes, “I don’t think I can ever come back from this level of embarrassment, dude.”

He snickers. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure Jason’s forgotten about it by now.” He winks at you as you groan.

“Pretty sure?” You mumble pathetically. “A mercenary seems logical at this point, right?” You hide your face in your hands, wishing Roy would just leave for work already, but he's still picking at his plate.

“As long as it waits until we get back home from work, princess.” You quickly forget your shame at the sudden nickname. You still aren’t used to hearing him say your old nickname, but each time he does, you feel like a piece of you is complete. “Speechless? Yeah, I have that effect on the ladies,” You fake gag as he moves to stick his leftovers it in the fridge. “I gotta get heading out, though and you’re here early, so it works out perfectly. Jason’s gonna be mad he missed out on our date, though. That’s for sure.”

You deadpan, “Roy, I’m watching your child for money. It’s like the furthest thing from a date.”

“For money, you say?” He wiggles his brows obnoxiously referencing your earlier (lack of) outfit.

“Piss off. Don’t you have to put on your little business suit?” You try to tease his usual choice of stained clothes that always he leaves in, complete with those mysterious, heavy duffle bags, but he remains taking you in. It’s as if he’s peering deep into your soul with just a simple smile and you're embarrassed how quickly he makes you shut down. He’s never looked at you like this before. No, in the past, he never looked at you like he actually saw you, but it seems like he does now.

It can’t have been anything you’ve said, surely.

“I should probably get ready,” His voice trickles out deep and raspy, causing you to unwittingly gulp under the sudden shift.

Before you can bask in his attention, he quickly releases you from whatever spell he’d held you under as he walks past you and into the hallway. In his wake, you’re met with a whiff of his rugged scent.

“Don’t forget your briefcase!” You call to him in an even tone as he leaves the room to change, hoping it covers up just how much you’ve been thirsting over him.

You go to the couch to finish eating with Lian, then take your dishes to the kitchen to wash them in the sink as Roy passes behind you in his typical work attire and matching bags.

“Sooner or later, I’m going to start thinking you guys are serial killers or something with those heavy-ass bags you carry around,” You say as he unnecessarily passes behind you in the already tight space between the sink and the kitchen island.

“You’d probably be right,” Roy maniacally cackles and settles into a typical villain pose. “MWAHAHA!”

Lian squeals and runs over to Roy to grab at his cargo pant leg. “No, it’s more like this, dad.” She then proceeds to release her own, much cuter, evil laugh.

You can’t help but smile at the adorable yet slightly concerning sight in front of you. “Definitely serial killers,” You conclude, trying to ignore Roy’s heat from behind you.

“Be safe. Don’t do anything I would do!” Roy ruffles Lian’s hair and then yours.

He walks over to the door and opens it, but Lian refuses to let him leave. “Love you, dad!”

“Love you too. Be good.” He smooches her on the head and winks at you one final time. “Live up to my shirt, princess.”

Your face drops instantly, “Way to kill the moment, Roy.”

“Why kill it when we could… alive it?”

You snort, pushing him out the door, “Go before you lose the rest of your touch.”

“Ask, Jason- it never left, babe. I mean princess.” You tilt your head slightly at the correction but continue to shoo him off. After all, why would he care about using Jason’s old nickname for you?

One thing's for certain: you don’t understand anything concerning the two of them in the slightest.

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not quite sure how i should word this as every way seems to come out pretty dramatic but seeing your art rly made me re-fall in love with all the things I pushed away when i first came out as a trans guy.

cute things, supposedly ‘girly’ things, all this stuff i felt made people take me less seriously even though they made me happy. my desire to b accepted as a ‘true man’ (whatever that means), made me afraid of embracing my interests. but seeing ur art played a big role in helping me realize how silly i was being. every time i go out in my funky little outfits or draw my sona, i just feel really grateful for artists like u.

this year marks my 3rd??? year since coming out and to celebrate i am getting my nails done to match my hanbok! (both pink!!) so happy holidays and happy new year and thank you once again for making the art that you make! 💕💘

oh man, waah... thank you for sending this to me... i'm really so happy to hear of this T__T happy anniversary!!! and here's to another year full of lovely things!!!

#never b afraid of being dramatic king i understand...!!!#this has been sitting in my inbox for weeks bc i keep going oh i should respond super properlyand then getting bombarded with life #bc stuff like this means so much to me but i never get enough tim e to sit w my thoughts #and i kept putting off replying bc of it BUT WAH #THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW...!!!!!#even if i take a long time to respond i hope you guys all know your asks are read and thought about always ok? okokok #BLOWS KISS HAPPY HOLIDAYS #text #asks

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yandereshingeki · 4 months

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omggg so i was in the middle of making a pizza and i realized that im now able to come and say hi :> hiii forest ! thank u sm for all of ur compliments on my drawings on aleks' prev blog <3 ive just checked ur art tag and omgggg ure amazing at drawing im speechless ! for how long have u been drawing ? and which are ur fav and least fav things to draw? im v curious but u can answer those questions only if u feel like it <3 just wanted to thank u for being nice overall !

HI CANNIBAL ANON!! I am so sorry this took so long to respond to, you sent it just as I was heading out for work and I wanted to wait to answer it so here i am!!

You’re absolutely welcome, all of your drawings are absolutely adorable!! You’re so talented, I love seeing all the little doodles you do!! And you and lunita are so cute 😭😭 I could cry

And thank YOU for enjoying my art!! :,) I’m comfy with answering anything so dw!!!

I’ve been drawing for as long as I can remember, but if we’re being specific I’m pretty sure I started taking art more “seriously” around the age of 5 (that was when I looked at tutorials and started drawing a lot more! I actually still have the first notebook I started to draw in, and i have almost every sketchbook I’ve drawn in saved so I could probably go back and watch myself progress if i wanted to ejdhwkehka)

personally I also really love to draw bodies!! I love drawing all the lines and details in the skin & figuring out the way that the body looks when it bends and twists certain ways! I love studying muscles & bones to try and improve too, its my favorite part about drawing agahsjshea (if we’re taking about a favorite thing to draw tho, I absolutely love drawing my blorbos… especially eren, hes so easy for me to draw)

i’d say my least favorite thing would be clothes, because even though i enjoy it sometimes, clothing is sooo hard for me to figure out ;; not just for drawing, but also figuring out what to make a character wear?? I’d rather just keep them naked tbh but thats not always possible 😭😭

And let me say thank you to you again!! I was honestly so surprised seeing you follow me sjegajveksje im honored 😭😭 🫶 Appreciate you sm cannibal!!

#forests mailbox #Also little side note #the only thing i drew for the longest time was ponies. so i didnt start drawing humans until a few years into my art journey LMAO #and i started off copying the gravity falls art style and its slowly developed into my style now 😭😭

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dennydraws · 8 months

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After all these years, I still absolutely adore your portrayal of Teledji. I still have my copy of Mirage crown sitting proudly on my FFXIV shelf with my art books and Encyclopedia Eorzea, and I even got a nice frame for the gorgeous portrait of Zel you sent too. Both are items I treasure dearly.

You're one of the reasons I decided to stop lurking and actually join the FFXIV Tumblr community, and your story even influenced how I play my own take on Edda.

Not to mention the way you draw Lalafell as a whole! You manage to capture their cute, halfling-like nature while still making it very clear that these are still adults. And Tulala is just so wonderful. I still love her.

And of course, your non FF stuff is also just as incredible.

Thank you, for just being you. Also for letting me hang out when Amon brings me along.

Okay seriously everyone here is scheming to make me cry at work! In a good way of course!! ;u;

I'm so happy I had such positive effect with my lil Mirage Crown project ! I was quite blown away by the amount of positive reactions I got ...given who Teledji is hehe I stared MC in a rather bleak period in my life and in a way it helped me overcome some grief and loss. I like stories with happy endings, no matter how hard the journey to said happy ending may be :D;;

Teledji and Tulala very much still lurk in my head! They're enjoying their time together and well earned happy life! Admittedly I don't play FF14 as much lately though that is likely to change when Dawntrail approaches :D;;

Also please you and Amon are always super welcomed anywhere! Sometimes I miss the art parties we used to make in Crown Hotel xD;; but everyone's been so busy lately... me included.;;;

I hope the inspiration and courage I have sparked carries on in the future too! Never be shy to do and share what you enjoy doing! \o/ If someone has problem with that, I'll break their knee caps.

#Replies #The great askbox invasion 2023 #and everyone scheming to make me emotional ;u;#Thank you so much!!#I'm full of fuzzy feelings aaaa

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emypony · 5 months

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Hey this is sudden and I hope it's okay to send this as an ask, but I wanted to tell you you're practically my comfort blog! I really love your art AND what you share and reblog, seriously, it makes me so happy and the things you reblog really are important for me!!! There's such an awful lot of kind, supportive or just funny stuff!! You seem like a generally comfy person and I really like checking your blog, I genuinely wish you the best and I hope you're doing ok!!! You got me to like Sentifelis and Pardosentihua even though I didn't even know that ship existed before!!! I'm so happy you posted Sentihua content too, they're my fav qwq I really love your art too <3

🥺

noooo stop wtf thats so cute...gfjh fgjhkjfg thank you...

Some of the nicest words someone has said to me 😭😭i almost dont wanna post this and keep it for myself in my inbox for rainy days when I need to cheer myself up...they really made me smile!!

I always wondered / worried if my reblog tendencies were too random for most people but it looks like it's been working so far and I might keep doing that (until i get enough content to actually post on a side blog, but for now ive got like 7 drawings and a fridge magnet ahaha) I'm glad that you are enjoying what I happen to come across and spread further! 'tis my goal to provide the upmost even enrichment for my fellow followers :3

AND THANK U FOR LIKING THE SHIPS THAT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY!! They are my life and still going strong ... im so surprised by it actually. Sentihua has begun taking root in my proverbial brainrot room so who knows what the future will bring in regards to them- 2024 will start shortly, and who knows what the new year will bring! (this is a threat to hoyoverse, make pardosentihua canon u cowards!!)

Thank you again for your kind words!! And hey- if you ever wanna chat more the discord's always open for direct interaction with the animal in the exhibit (me)! I promise im a totally, completely normal person on the internet and that nothing nefarious goes on in the proverbial referenced server

(this is a cry for help /j)

#boboteam89 #ask

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frenchonionsoop · 10 months

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hi soop!

ik we’re mutuals but i’m still trying to process that fact. i wanted to say that i rlly like ur art and art style and say that’s it’s rlly cool! i’ve been meaning to ask, how long have u been drawing? bc ur style is so cute i want to squish it.

also thx for the analysis inspo it was fun doing some research

WAAA wow thank you so much!! I've been drawing as long as I can remember but I started seriously practicing digital art about 5-6 years ago! damn it's so wild it's been that long though

and YEAHH of course!! im so awful at writing out coherent analysis but its still a ton of fun <33

As for your art even though i havent seen much DUUDE I want to squish YOUR style the way u draw expressions and textures is so soft and nice on the eyes grahh i want to put it in my mouth and chew on it /pos

#ask #soop speaks

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kasumikoujou · 1 year

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i know you might get this a lot but..... I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE AND I LOVE IT WHENEVER I SEE YOUR POSTS AND I WANNA DRAW LIKE YOU ONE DAY AND YOU'VE LITERALLY DRAINED EVERY LAST DROP OF RESPECT FROM MY SMALL, FRAIL BODY. thank you for the good art o7

do not worryr anon i love getting any sort of "feedback" or response from all of u, whether it be cute messages like this about how cool my art is, or just a simple JWKSJQLNWQKNSLSNQKDKSMSMDMQ or if my art somehow awakens some hc in you and you now feel the need to talk about that and monologue about it endlessly in the tags. the sense of community is everything and thats why i like being active and talk to all of u as well instead of being another transparent artist 🐟

silly answer aside, things like these really do mean a lot to me. i remember like it was yesterday back when i was struggling with art (i am fully self taught from drawing anything to using the apps im using), when i was browsin all sorts of pages to find new artists to inspire me, to help me grow, look up to and try to mimic their techniques in order to gain new experiences and however i may end up integrating those in my art. my arts changed a lot thru the years, and i remember feeling like i was behind among my other artist mutuals/friends (still feel like that sometimes cause i have friends that have way more followers and recognition than i do), but at least now i love my art and i think at the end of the day having a sense of self in my art and being really proud and happy with it is what matters most. also! i hope all of you who read this and may have had a hard time with art lately, please dont lose your hope and motivation; though i knew back then my art sort of sucked, what kept me around was the motivation that well, my art just made people happy! and i still have it in me to draw gifts for my friends way too often </3 being able to be a change, even as tiny as is, it still motivated me to go forward with art because i could make people happy. i dont know what motivation you could all find behind pursuing art if you even need any (and want to take it more seriously than a hobby), but i do hope you find it/realize it one day 🫶 but most of all hope u guys never give up and push forward even when its hard >:3

#the sumi rambles

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