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readychilledwine · 4 months

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Size Kink

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

A Size Kink is a general term for being aroused by being smaller/larger than your partner. It can be height, muscle mass/weight in general, cock size, ect. This is generally a kink we associate with subs having, but in my humble 5'1" experience, I've met more Doms with this kink than subs (hence my 5'11" baby daddy who thought he'd never have someone short enough to enjoy this kink with.) This kink has several subgroups that fall into it and sex acts that fall into it, but my personal favorite to write is height difference and body frame difference. So tall muscular male, short female (curvy or lean.)

What I love about size kinks is that it's so focused on specific aspects, and ANY body type gets to play with it. Little hands? Little legs? Luscious curves? Member of the Itty bitty titty committee? There is someone out there with a size Kink who is into your body and thinks you are a piece of artwork and sexiest thing on the planet. It's so beautiful because it is a body type kink that does not discriminate, and as a sex positive and body image positive person, I think that's super important and comforting for some people.

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As always NSFW below the cut

Azriel x short!reader

Warnings - reader is VERY petite, smut, p in v, slow stretching

A/N - So, I actually have a request for a size Kink with Cassian sitting in my drafts as well from before I decided to do Valentines Day Bingo. Since I picture Cassian as an absolute unit, I used a more Megan thee Stallion vibe for that reader (tall and thick) so I decided to go very short and thinner built for this one to ensure they'd be different. I apologize if that bothers anyone. I will try to get that Cassian request finished asap to post it and make up for this 💙

Ps- with how quickly I am cranking some of these out, and how.... spicy some of them are getting, I don't have my normal outside editing all of the time. Baby daddy proof read this one. Before staring at me and going, "that wasn't fair." So, I apologize for any errors, as always, I will catch them on my fresh reread after it's posted 🫠

Azriel was slowly losing his mind as he watched you use a chair to be closer to Cassian's height and argue with him face to face.

You were just so… small. So little compared to the two Illyrian males. They towered over you. They dwarfed you. Hell, he and Cass had discussed several times how easy you'd be to manhandle, considering they were both so sure their large hands could almost touch if they were wrapped around your waist.

At 6’8” and 7’ it wasn't hard for him and Cassian to own a room or be the tallest males, but Gods when Azriel stood next to your 5’ frame, when he saw Cassian pick you up like you were no more than a doll. It did something to him. It made him feel like a God, like he was powerful, possibly invincible.

He had been further spurred on by over hearing you and Nesta yesterday. She had asked you about how, if the opportunity presented itself, you would manage to fuck an Illyrian, and you, you with your never back down attitude had told Ness, “Mountains were made to be climbed.” He did not know if you had meant that in regards to him, but his hand found his cock quickly that night.

Azriel walked over to where you and Cassian argued over cereal. The fight wasn't serious, but he just needed to remind you that even with a chair below you, you still fell a few inches short.

“Get down before you fall and hurt yourself, angel.” He put a hand to you, offering to help you down. You glared, but put your hand in his.

Offering to help you was a mistake.

He felt the blood rushing to his cock as your little hand sat in his.

He shared a knowing look with Cassian when you looked away to step down and get back on the floor. The argument resumed instantly, your hand still in his.

It stopped as soon as Nesta walked in. Her mate and you going silent and agreeing to disagree.

Well, at least you thought you had agreed. Until Cassian turned around, Nesta in his arms waiting to fly into Velaris. He looked between you and Azriel before smirking. “You know, y/n, you might have shit taste in cereal, but at least you're the perfect height for some things.”

You didn't get it until you turned to Azriel, plush lips parted to ask what Cassian meant.

The blush that spread your cheeks was sinful.

Another image Azriel would save when he imagined it was your mouth around his cock tonight.

Azriel's room was across the hall from yours, so he knew you were being subjected to the same torture he was.

He was sure all of the Night Court could hear Cassian and Nesta. He rolled over to his back, throwing an arm over his face and sighing.

You were so small, so sneaky, he hadn't noticed you come in and shut the door until you were sitting on his bed.

And fuck being in his custom made oversized bed made you look so little. “Hello angel.”

He made room for you, welcoming you under the blanket you laid facing him, watching him. “Do you all never.. get worn out?” He chuckled. “Because humans do. Males typically finish, then they're like, done, and asleep.”

He looked towards you, laughing and smiling so hard his dimples were showing. “Is that your way of telling me you didn't enjoy rolling in the sheets while you were human?”

That blush spread your face again. “I had plenty of fun before Hybern did this to me. Thank you very much, sir.”

You had done it. Azriel shut his eyes, growling at the nickname as he did. “You cannot call me that when you're laying in my bed, y/n.”

You looked at him, snuggling closer to him. You knew what you were doing to him. You had known for a while. You always tracked his eyes when he'd watch you take your heels off, biting his lip thinking no one was looking. You noticed him hide his arousal behind a mask of indifference when you would climb things around the House of Wind. You had also noticed Azriel and Cassian taking every chance they could to lift you.

You had even know Azriel was so sneakily listening to you and Nesta the other day, and you had meant it. Azriel was a mountain you intended on climbing. “Of course, sir. Wouldn't want you to have to use those big hands to keep me quiet.”

The growl that echoed through the room had your thighs clenching. He was on you in an instant arm between your breasts, so it rested on your neck. The other hand sat on your hip, inching forward. “Do not tease me.” You could feel him pressed against your back, mind immediately lost in how that would fit.

You may have been biting off more than you could chew.

But fuck it.

You had never backed down from a challenge. Why start now?

You wiggled further into him, grazing his cock with each movement. “What if I'm not teasing? What if this is an offer, sir?”

“You're going to regret that, little one,” Azriel's hand immediately was in your shorts, his other hand squeezing your throat. A thick finger ran your soaked core, pulling a moan from you. “Going to have to go slow,” Azriel ground his hips into you, needing that friction on his aching cock. “Don't want to hurt you, angel.”

That one finger entered you without warning. It was already a stretch, but one you welcomed.

You loved how everything about Azriel was so big. His hands, his muscled chest and arms, his wings. Of course he'd be big there too. Anticipation began to replace the fear. You relaxed into him, tilting your head and pulling him into a heated sloppy kiss.

Azriel swallowed your moans and cries as his finger opened you up for him. You were tight, so damn tight. His hand moved from your throat to your breasts, loving how they weren't even a handful for him. You were so petite and slim, he reminded himself. He pulled your tank top off, maneuvering the best he could to get you fully below him. He pushed in a second finger, watching as you squirmed so helplessly below him. “So fucking little,” he moaned. “Mother above you're perfect. Just perfect.”

He leaned back, fingers increasing speed the best they could with your shorts in the way while he toyed with your breasts, pinching your nipples and smacking the tender flesh as he saw fit. “Cum for me so I can sit you on my cock, angel. You can do it, y/n. Show me how tight you'll be squeezing around me.”

You felt like you were floating as you came, whimpering Azriel's name as you watched him rut against the mattress for some friction, hazel eyes damn near lost in lust.

He pulled his fingers out of you, wasting no time ripping his sweatpants off and using those juices to coat himself. Your shorts came next, torn to shreds as he pulled you to the edge of the mattress and rested one leg on both sides of his chest.

He was as perfect as you imagined. His cock was long and thick. He was running it along your folds, soaking up at the slick he could before smacking the head of it against your clit.

Azriel could help but to stand with his hips flush against yours, admiring how it looked like his cock would be damn near in your stomach. “Gonna go slow,” he mumbled as he positioned himself at your entrance. “Can't risk hurting my little angel.”

He pushed the head in, keeping an eye on you as you moaned out a long fuck before relaxing into his bed. He sat there, only a few inches inside of you, feeling as your walls stretched out to accommodate him.

He pulled out and slowly reentered, pushing a little more inside of you. Your back arched off the bed, a whimper of pleasure ripping through your throat. The burn of it felt so good. You felt yourself drooling already, mind numb, and lost to anything that wasn't Azriel.

He continued his motions over and over until he was flush against your hips, and you were screaming for him. You had cum just from him slowly getting inside of you, and now he could see the bulge he had created, the slight swelling inside of you as your body made room for him.

Azriel put a hand on the bulge, feeling himself inside of you as he began thrusting. You were squeezing him so tight, hand struggling to find him to hold on to something.

He felt himself losing control, pace growing faster and faster as he watched you squirming and moaning below him. His arms went behind your hips and back, lifting you off the bed and manhandling you in the air for a little while. He brought you to his chest, moving you to be against the wall that shared his room and Cassian's.

A silent brag, and message, that he could now accurrately inform Cassian how easy you were to toss around like a doll.

Your hands found purchase on his shoulders as you became a babbling mess. Your silky core was twitching and tightening around him all over again, indicating to him how close you were, how ready you were. “Az,” you panted. “So fucking big.”

“Yeah,” he kissed the top of your head. “Bet it feels so good stretching you out, doesn't it, baby?” You couldn't respond as a certain angle had you becoming pliant in his arms. “Fuck I know it does.” He was practically lifting you on and off of him, watching as you stretched around his cock. “You're close, aren't you, angel?”

You nodded, eyes glazed over and jaw fallen open to the perfect o. “Gonna cum.”

“Then cum. Squeeze my cock. You wanted to climb the mountain, right y/n? Fucking climb.”

You hit that peak on his command again, clinging to him tightly as he continued using you and stretching you out.

It took Azriel a few more moments, but he stilled inside of you, head thrown back in a loud growl as he came inside of you. He pressed you back against the wall, panting slightly as he stared into your eyes. He lifted you easily, allowing his cock to fall out of you and you to whine at the sudden emptiness that took place where he had filled you.

“This can't be a one-time thing,” his voice was almost desperate as he moved to set you on the desk, forehead finding yours. “I need more of you. All of you.”

You couldn't help but to bit your lip, nodding so quickly with a growing smile. “I like how little you make me feel. How safe you make me feel.”

Azriel's eyes almost rolled back completely as they shut. “Gods you are perfect.” He leaned in to kiss you, only to be interrupted by his door slamming open and Cassian and Nesta barging in.

A massive wing snapped between you and them, blocking your body from their view.

Cassian cleared his throat before speaking. “We want to know how exactly that worked. Show us. Please.”

“Show you?!” Your voice cracked as you turned to a smirking Azriel.

Azriel kissed your forehead. “Bend over the desk, angel. Gotta give him a show since he asked so nicely.”

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year

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Crackling Flames and Humming Electricity

Prompt courtesy of @stealingyourbones Jason gets his neck sliced by Bruce’s batarang. It irreversibly damaged his vocal cords.

Pros: He can still use ghost speak

Cons: None of his family knows ghost speak (as it’s sounds aren’t for living men to understand)

It had been an accident when it happened. That’s what Bruce had said anyway. He had been so focused on saving Joker from being killed by Red Hood that he hadn’t even realized what he had done to his son . That he had permanently disabled Jason in a way that could never be repaired.

The slice to his throat had destroyed his vocal chords. He hadn’t been able to say a single word in over a year now. After a year of vocal therapy, Jason had learned how to do these strange chirps and growls, these weird noises that didn’t seem to come from his throat at all but moreso his very being let out the noises. The only problem was that no one understood what he was saying.

Cass had been a blessing and had taken the time to teach Jason how to successfully sign. She had taken it on as her mission as the only other person in the family who was mute to make sure that Jason could effectively communicate.

He hadn’t been back at the manor since the accident, hadn’t been around Bruce since it happened. But each of his siblings had come to check on him, they checked in on him every so often and they had even managed to develop their own way of understanding the strange rumblings that came from Jason’s body that were now his only form of vocal communication.

A chirp meant that he was happy.

Two chirps was a yes.

A short growl was no.

A long snarling growl? He was pissed and you better leave him the fuck alone.

It wasn’t the best, but it worked when they spoke with him on comms. They couldn’t understand any of the other noises that came from Jason, the wails, the crackling of fire that somehow espaped him sometimes. A sound that could only be described as the sound of smoke itself slipping through the air. They were sounds that didn’t have names, there were no true words to describe the noises that would come from Jason at times.

His family tried. Oh his siblings desperately tried to understand this new way of communication with their brother but none of it was effective. No one truly understood him anymore. Not even Cass could always understand what Jason was trying to explain in his broken sounds and strange chirps.

That had all changed one fateful day, though.

Jason had gone to pick up a coffee from the only functioning shop in Crime Alley. It had just opened a few weeks before and he had been meaning to try it out. Wanted to see the brave bastard willing to open up such a pretty coffee and tea shop in the middle of Crime Alley of places. Something had been tugging at Jason’s gut about the place, almost as though it was calling Jason here, like he needed to be at the coffe shop.

Seriously, though, as he inspected the layout, it looked like the kinda place to be opened in one of the fancier neighborhoods in Gotham, not Red Hood’s home.

Red Hood had managed to keep his operations running even after the accident. If anything, it had made his people even more loyal to him. Those closest even taking the time to learn sign language just so that they could communicate and translate. They had all seen the way he had tried to take down Joker, only for the fucking Batman attempt to murder him just to save the very man who tormented the people of Gotham. Of course, the people of Crime Alley were more commonly his victims, less likely to be noticed if they were murdered, less likely to be taken seriously.

So it had come as a personal offense to all of them when Red Hood had been nearly killed. They had all respected Red Hood even more after it had happened, realizing that not only had he gone against the bat, but he had done it and lived out of pure spite.

Jason slipped through the door of the shop, Phantom’s Oasis it was called and looked around. Dark black metal chairs and tables lined the walls, Boston ivy grew along the charcoal grey walls. Any parts that were not covered by ivy were covered by bookshelves overfilled with books. And while tables and chairs lined the walls, comfy, overstuffed chairs filled the corners with small coffee tables, the middle of the area sat large velvet green couches. It was like it was the perfect oasis for Jason.

He made it up to the back counter where a single employee stood cleaning the counter. He was young, probably just a year or two younger that Jason. He was tall and lanky with deep black hair pulled back in a pony tail, showing off the shaved sides of his head. Cosmic themed earrings hung from his lobes and cartilage and when the man glanced up, Jason was also surprised to find a ring on either nostril in the man’s nose along with a septum piercing. For all that his looks screamed edgy, though, he exuded nothing but safety and warmth. Something in Jason’s very being ached to be close to the man.

Unable to stop himself he released a soft sound, the sound of walls breaking under strong flames. The man’s head shot up and he smiled at Jason before releasing a sound of his own.

It was the sound of the stirrings of a storm. Hello, it said. How are you?

“You know what I’m saying?” Jason asked, only the words came out in the sound of a roaring flame, those of a bonfire finally growing higher and higher. He signed the words as well causing the barista to grin in response.

“Of course I do, we’re the same,” he explained through sounds of a building creaking against harsh winds.

A childlike peel rang from Jason’s mouth unable to stop himself. It was the laughter of a child who thought Robin was magic. The laughter of someone who had finally found someone who understood him.

“How?” Jason asked, tilting his head to the side, his heart racing.

The barista smiled and a single black painted finger nail beckoned him closer.

In English the man whispered in Jason’s ear once he approached. “Because just like you, I died wrong and came back wrong,” he murmured before he pulled away and took in Jason’s form. “It’s why you were drawn here.”

Smoke crackled in the air showing Jason’s curiosity, his confusion.

The barista smiled. “You don’t know what you are, do you?” after a shake of Jason’s head the man smiled. “Jason Todd, you are an extraordinary being that is both of life and death. A being that has lost more than he ever gained but continued on stubbornly, refusing to back down. You were called to Phantom’s Oasis because your core heard my ghost speak and like calls to like.”

Ghost speak? Is that what the sounds that escaped Jason were? A language of those who had died and come back wrong? Or didn’t come back at all judging by the name. The sound of fire crackling filled the empty coffee shop.

“I’m Danny, by the way. Now, what would you like to drink? I can make it real quick, close up shop and we can talk.”

The crackling of a sparkler escaped Jason’s being causing Danny’s noseto wrinkle in amusement. “You’ve got yoursel a fire core, huh?”

Pops and crackles slipped from Jason, showing his curiosity.

“Order first, then I’ll answer your questions,” Danny said in the form of the sounds of electricity crackling through the air.

Jason frowned and started to sign his order only for Danny to push his hands down. “Use your words,” he said quietly. “I’ll understand.” The sounds that came from Danny were reminiscent of an old generator turning on for the first time in years, the electricity hummed the words out for Jason to understand.

Rustling and crinkling of a fire’s flames going out sounded throughout the room. “Vanilla late with sweet cream,” it said to Danny.

The hum of white noise came through in response, telling him that Danny understood as he got to work. He waved a hand causing Jason to look back as the door to the shop locked itself.

“I’m a halfa,” Danny told him through the sizzling of lightning that had just hit the earth. “You are what feels like a revenant. Someone who died a brutal death and came back to seek revenge. You have someone we ectoplasmic entities call a core.”

Jason listened as Danny spoke in sounds of crackling electricity and quiet hums of white noise as he explained ghost cores to Jason. Ghost cores were their very being, they were created in result of the person’s death. In their examples, Danny had died by electocution, it was why his ghost speak sounded like electricity coursing in the air and lighting crackling angrily and wildly. He didn’t need Jason to confirm before he had said that the revenant had died in a fire of some sort. He explained that all ghosts had the basic chirps and growls for ghost speak but that the rest was specific to their cores as they were all different.

It wasn’t Jason making the noises that came out of him but his very core himself. For the first time in a year, though, Jason was finally able to speak to someone without sign, to use his words to explain what happened to him, the pain he had gone through when realizing that his father would rather kill him than let him get revenge. He had finally found someone who understood the ache of not being able to exact revenge on the person who had killed him.

For the first time in Jason’s life, he had finally found someone who understood. Danny had sat there drinking his own London Fog as he listened to Jason’s tell. Responding in chirps, whistles and a gentle hum of running appliances. He gave insight and advice, had even given Jason his number explaining that yes, they could use ghost speak over the phone as well.

He had never felt so seen in all of his life.

Maybe that explained why he kept coming back to the coffee shop. Every day he would come, order his coffee, using a language that just he and Danny knew and curled up on a couch and read for hours, feeling at peace in a way he hadn’t experienced since he had died.

Maybe it explained why he went out on a limb and asked Danny on a date, demanding that the halfa come over to his place for dinner.

Of course, Danny had only agreed if Jason promised to make the halfa’s favorite. The night had quickly ended with their cores singing for one another as their legs tangled together under the safety of Jason’s blankets.

Rustling and crackling of a candle flame sounded through the room as electricity hummed along with it, creating a symphony of white noise that Jason loved more than anything in the world. The noises provided a sense of comfort and safety unlike anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to drown in the sounds, drown in the sounds of Danny’s crackling electricity that whispered promises of happiness and safety. Just as the whispering flames of Jason’s core told Danny stories of love and promises of companionship, holding him close, wrapping around him in a warm comforting blanket.

The air crackled around Jason as he stood in the kitchen quietly making breakfast, revelling in the feeling of Danny surrounding him from all sides.

His fire chirped at the halfa in curiosity. One or two it asked him.

Two, electricity said with a charged hum, thin arms snaked around Jason’s waist.

“I think you’re going to have to invite me over more often,” lightning crackled, a crash exploding from Danny in a way that made Jason shiver in delight.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you leave,” fire roared, flames licking high in the air, causing wood to shatter and break under the heat. Danny just chuckled and kissed the side of his neck softly.

Electricity flowed from Danny along with a series of chirps, whistles and growls, telling Jason he had no problem with staying by Jason’s side.

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rad-batson · 9 months

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Damian Wayne: Figure Skater

or: Damian Wayne Fluff Because Damian Wayne Deserves Joy and Happiness <3

Damian Wayne prides himself on being good at everything he does. He never half-asses anything.

Damian has tried tons of different skills before. He’s mastered dozens of martial arts, become fluent in over thirty languages, earned several PhDs, and he’s not even a teenager yet. Why? He needs to be the best or it’s not good enough.

But there are only so many skills that give him the same joy as when he started. Studio art is his favorite and has always been a constant for him, but he’s yet to find something else. Something that truly invigorates him.

At 12, Damian watches the Winter Olympics with Dick. It’s his first ever time viewing the Olympics, and he doesn’t really know what he was expecting, but Damian is…kind of underwhelmed.

Everyone talked about how the Olympics are supposed to be this grandiose display of the world’s talents, but most of it’s pretty boring.

Curling is boring. Alpine is slow and monotonous. Bobsledding is repetitive, and sled dog racing seems unethical.

But then figure skating comes on. And Damian is captivated.

Without even realizing, he moved right in front of the television and watched an hour of figure skating uninterrupted. Dick notices and smiles.

“Aren’t they cool?” Dick asks. Damian, with his eyes still glued to the screen, nods. “Wanna go to the local rink with me and try it out? It’s even more fun than it looks.”

That pulls Damian out of his trance, and he closes himself off. “No. I don’t need to.”

He just thought it was cool, okay? And he totally doesn’t want to try it himself. And he totally isn’t worried that he won’t be good at it and fall like an idiot in front of his older brother if he does.

It’s just that…it’s so cool!!

Damian knows agility, okay? He can do flips and tricks with ease, and he knows how to do it with both grace and poise. But these people? They can do it on ice! With blades on their feet!!

OF COURSE DAMIAN WANTS TO DO COOL TRICKS WITH SHARP BLADES STRAPPED TO HIS FEET

Admittedly, he goes through a two-month-long period of pretending he isn’t dying to try it. He almost completely forgets. Then, by complete coincidence, Cass and Duke invite him to an indoor skating rink, and he caves. Maybe it’s not that hard.

Spoiler: Figure Skating is Hard

Within five seconds, he falls flat on his face. How do people do this? Cass and Duke say it’s normal, but he still refuses to leave the wall the whole time out of shame.

Once they’re home, however, Damian realizes how stupid that was. He’s Damian Wayne Al Ghul. He can’t just give up! What would the rest of his family think?! What if they go back one day, and he just falls flat on his face again? There’s no excuse the second time, and he doesn’t want the others to think he can’t do it.

So that night, he sneaks back into the rink after hours and tries again. And again. And again. And again.

On the fifth try, he is able to make it all the way around the rink. He realizes that he’s distributing his weight wrong. (Stupid mistake, of course. He’s essentially balancing on knives.) That makes it a lot easier, but he’s still flapping his arms around like a bird.

He spends two more hours improving his balance, then decides that’s good enough. He did what he came here to do, and he doesn’t need to come back.

Two days later, he comes back. (I mean, who knows? Maybe, he’s gotten better.) He didn’t, obviously. But what harm is there in spending some more time on the ice? Other than the collection of bruises he acquires.

He falls way more than he’d like to admit, but once he teaches himself how to do that safely, it’s actually kind of fun. He circles the rink countless times, figures out to start and stop (though it is admittedly a very ungraceful way of stopping.) He can even kind of control his speed.

So he’s done, right? He did it! He can now ice skate to a degree that isn’t mortifying for a beginner. He doesn’t need to come back.

The Short Program

One week and four visits later, he admits that he is hooked. He wants to see how far he can go with this. But he can’t just improve without proper guidance, so he decides to take Tim’s advice for once and use the internet.

That’s when he really starts improving. Exponentially. He pours over articles and videos and diagrams about gliding, stopping, pivots, crossovers, and finally some simple spins. Just basics, of course.

He also purchases his own pair of skates because the rental ones he’s been “borrowing” suck. And they smell. And he forges a membership card (you know, so there’s no paper trail.)

His original goal is to make it to free skate level, but once he’s there, he can’t stop. It’s just so gratifying to add another skill to his repertoire. If he can do front crossovers, then he can surely master them backward. Closed Mohawks shouldn’t be that bad if the open Mohawks were so easy. Before he knows it, he’s spending hours every week developing his skills.

After a few months, his improvement plateaus because the jumps prove difficult. He doesn’t know how to build up the speed, and his stealth and fighting techniques (which he’s been borrowing from thus far) just make him wipe out. So he works on that for a bit and tries to figure out what he’s doing wrong.

During a JL meeting, The Flash happens to mention a rogue who used to figure skate. Lisa Snart, or the Golden Glider, is a famous figure skater from the 90s, but she was kicked from the Olympic team due to her life of crime. Now, she jumps between both petty crime and vigilantism.

Damian tracks her down and claims to be researching the sport for a school assignment. Yeah, it’s a bit thin of a cover story. If she wanted to see through his lie, she’d only have to break into his school and check his teacher’s assignment book, but once he laments about how every other skater is busy, and he was so surprised to learn that she was no longer skating when she’s clearly so talented, Lisa happily tells him all of the secrets to the sport.

For a few months, he applies her techniques and even asks her to skate for him a few times, recording her from multiple angles. “I value the quality of my education,” he explains. She sees through the lie but doesn’t say anything. (And somehow, he doesn’t particularly care.)

In the coming year, Bruce notices a change in how Robin moves during patrol. If he had to describe it…well, there’s a lot more power behind his movement. He redistributes his momentum with ease, which proves extremely valuable. There’s more height to his jumps and speed in his attacks. On top of it all, he can reorient himself quicker.

Bruce praises Damian once they’re back at the cave and even allows him more freedom during missions. Damian totally doesn’t cry about it in his room.

The Free Skate

Damian refuses to let anyone watch him practice for YEARS to save his pride. I mean, yes, he’s at free skate level 5—thanks, Lisa—but he’s not at level 6 yet! And that won’t take too long, right? Maybe they can know once he’s mastered his quad axel (which is a totally doable goal. He’s not overachieving. He’s Damian Wayne Al Ghul.)

Next, he works on transitions. At first, he copies other skaters’ forms, then he slowly develops his own. It’s sharp in some ways and fluid in others like he’s been on ice his whole life but he’s got places to be.

At about 15 or 16, he invites Jon to come with him one day. He shows him “a few spins” (triple axels) and Jon immediately starts encouraging him to join some kind of showcase or competition.

Damian’s response is “No! I’m not good enough yet. I still can’t land a quad axel. That’s insulting.”

Cue Jon’s family-friendly “bitch please” face. He says, “Okay, but you need to show someone else. I can’t be the only person in the world who knows.” so they get Billy in on it.

He’s obviously good at keeping secrets, considering he hid his age and the fact he was homeless from the JL for five years.

Billy also loses his shit, but he’s more understanding about the “I don’t want to tell anyone else” thing. Thus, Jon and Billy become Damian’s cover for every time he’s caught sneaking out. (He was running out of excuses anyway.)

Bruce hears that Damian is hanging out with Jon and Billy every week, gives him a look, and tells him he’s proud that he’s making friends.

Damian nods along, thanking all the gods in Billy’s head that his secret is safe. If Bruce doesn’t have any reason to snoop, then he won’t. Simple as that. The greatest detective in the world doesn’t need to start snooping.

During the next Winter Olympics, Damian watches every single skating performance from the comfort of his room. (Tim can hear him yelling at his TV through the walls but doesn’t have the energy to question it.)

Jon and Billy are his cheerleaders. They go out for lunch then head to the rink with him and mess around while Damian practices. Sometimes, they spend all day together. Doing homework, gossiping, playing fun little games.

Damian keeps mentioning the quad axel to them until Jon looks it up and says, “Um, hey Dami? Apparently, the quad axel is like…almost physically impossible. You know that, right?“ “If Lisa Snart and Ilia Malinin can do it, so can I.” “Okay, Mr. PhD.” Still, they don’t doubt him for a second.

Damian teaches them some stuff during a public skate in Fawcett City. Jon cheats multiple times by floating a tiny bit to keep his balance. Billy falls a lot.

As much as he likes being with his friends, though, Damian finds himself skating more to clear his head rather than to improve or socialize.

When he has a bad patrol or gets into some trouble he could have avoided, he’ll sneak into the rink alone and skate for hours.

He’ll pour all of his frustration into the music and carve it out into the ice until he’s exhausted and lying down with the cold surface against his back, letting it sink some sense into him.

It’s a good outlet. Kind of like his art, but there are only so many pencils you can snap in anger before your dad cuts your art supply budget. Bruce doesn’t know about this yet.

Six months later, when Damian lands his first quad axel in front of Jon and Billy, they all scream for five consecutive minutes and celebrate with hot chocolate and sorbet.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Tim asks when he’s back home. Damian tries to hide his smile but fails spectacularly. “Oh, nothing.” He’s never had a problem with schooling his emotions before, but anything is possible now. Even a quad fucking axel.

Competition Season

During patrol one day, Dick sees Damian spinning on the roof and says, “Hey, where’d you get those sick ballet moves? Did Black Bat teach you that?” Damian immediately stops and says, “Uh yeah.” Thankfully, Dick doesn’t ask Cass to confirm.

At 17, Jason catches him sneaking out at 10 pm and unknowingly opens an entire can of worms.

Damian, too tired to make a good excuse: “I’m seeing Jon.” Jason: “Like a date?” Damian, dying inside: “…Don’t tell Baba.”

At 18, he’s able to reliably land the quad axel and do it with style. It’s almost more gratifying than punching criminals in the face. (Almost.) That’s when Jon and Billy finally bring up the idea of telling others about it.

Damian is still hesitant, but he thinks about it.

I mean, he’s made a lot of progress in six years, hasn’t he? The only other thing he’s spent so long practicing was his assassin training, then his vigilantism, and his art. But this one is special because it’s just his. (And Jon and Billy. Kinda.) And getting to show off to them is fun, especially when he perfects another element, and they got batshit crazy together over it. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? Having a few more people to mess around with in the rink?

He just doesn’t know if it’ll be impressive enough. After all, his entire family is great at stuff. Bruce is the world’s greatest detective—how he hasn’t learned about this yet, Damian doesn’t know. Dick is a beyond incredible acrobat. Jason has one of the highest proficiencies in marksmanship ever. Tim is the best bo staff user on this side of the Atlantic...

...And Damian can do jumps and tricks on the ice. Wow, cool. Good job, Damian.

But then he’s twelve again. And he’s sitting in front of the TV watching Yuzuru Hanyu and Yuna Kim do triple axels, and Dick is inviting him to try it out together. And Cass and Dick are taking him to the rink because they thought it’d be fun. And Lisa is rambling about how she misses skating competitively. And Bruce is telling him he’s proud of the progress Damian’s made both inside and outside of patrol. And Tim is telling him he looks happier than usual.

He is happier.

Yeah. Maybe, they deserve to know.

He agrees to sign up for a free skate competition. But not one in Gotham. And only a small one. He wants to test out the waters first. They find one that’s a month away, and Damian signs up.

When the day comes, Damian is shaking in his skates. He did not account for a “small competition” still having over two hundred people watching. What the fuck was he thinking?

What Jon and Billy don’t tell him is that they snuck Dick into the crowd to watch. Dick has no idea what he’s doing there until he sees Damian skate out to the middle in a red and grey top with black pants and matching skates.

He performs to Beggin’ by Måneskin and starts the performance out with his quad axel.

Everyone loses their shit.

He looks so genuinely excited when he’s skating. He completely ignores the hundreds of people watching, doesn’t count points. He just jams out to the song until he’s breathless, spinning and gliding and jumping and turning to the beat, mostly showing off to Jon and Billy like he always does.

When it’s over, he just hears this massive crowd of people screaming, and then overtop of it, Dick shouts, “THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER!!” and Damian almost falls flat on his face.

Dick uses the Emergency Group Chat to send a video of Damian skating then screams into the phone to Bruce, who immediately drives out to the rink with the rest of the family, and his siblings make Damian do it over once the place is cleared out because they can’t believe they missed it.

Dick: When did you learn to figure skate?! Damian: After we watched the Olympics together. Dick: You’ve been hiding this for SIX YEARS?!?! Damian: …It looked fun.

Of course, Damian is still the son of Bruce Wayne so tabloids eat it up.

“Damian Wayne: Figure Skating Prodigy” “Wayne Prodigy Wins Gold at Regional Figure Skating Competition, Baffling Judges” “Is Damian Wayne fit to represent the US during the next Winter Olympics??”

A swarm of coaches ask Damian if he would like to skate competitively but he declines. He just likes doing it for fun.

Thankfully, the performance was recorded by the competition holders (after a suspicious request from the CEO of Wayne Enterprises last week. Wow, wonder why)

Leave it to Damian to spend his rebellious phase becoming an Olympic-level athlete.

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Could you please pleasepleaseplease p l e a s e continue the halfa cass post? I'm dying for some more of it, it's SO GOOD

The first thing Cass notices about the Fentons is how utterly silly they are. She had been expecting a group of far more regal people, especially with the castle they lived in and being protected by Phantom.

She still doesn't really understand what's going on, but she can piece together that Phantom is in charge. The people who had stopped to stare at her all whispered about the King, and she could tell that a few of them gained helpless hope by the mere sight of her.

If they were truly trapped here, then her appearance meant there was a chance of escaping.

But were they trapped because of Phantom? Dan mentioned the Fae's costumes of tricking humans into signing slavery contracts with a feast. Had Phantom done the same?

"Maddie!" Dan yells at the top of his lungs, floating towards the draw bridge. "Maddie, I think you want to look at this!"

"What is it, sweetie?" A woman calls back, quickly followed by an explosion in the left tower. Cass stiffens as the window of the tower is flung open, and a woman in an overalls sticks out her head. Behind her, black smoke rises. "I was just making headway in the latest Fenton Escaper!"

"Really? How's that going?"

"It exploded! There is nothing left!" She beams, pulling her oversized goggles off her head. They leave a black outline around her eyes. .

Dan's body language doesn't show his surprise at her failure. In fact he seems oddly amused. It must be a common thing."I supposed that's good?"

"Oh, it's wonderful! Jake is going to be so happy that it reacted quickly to the new element!" The woman chirps. "He's out with Danny, gathering some more supplies for our people."

"They went hunting without me?"

"You know you're grounded, young man."

Wait, was this woman Dan's mother? Could the dead have parents? Or was it more of an adoption relationship?

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. Anyway, Maddie, I wanted to introduce you to the new arrival-"

"You brought a girl home!" Maddie cuts him off, flinging herself out the window. Cass would have rushed to her aid were it not for her apparent control as she spun into a landing. "Hello there! I'm Maddie Fenton! Dan's mother from another timeline, welcome to the family!"

Cass could tell she was going for a hug before the hug arrived, but she was still somewhat surprised by how forward Maddie was. Oddly friendly in a way no one in Gotham dared to be. Unless they were crazy like Harely. She can only blink as the woman wraps her up in an embrace, her muscles belying her small frame.

A fighter. A rather skilled one at that.

"I was so worried Dan would never find a partner!"

"Maddie! She's not my girlfriend!" Dan hisses, "She's a kid!"

"I'm twenty-one" Cass corrects

"A baby," Dan insists.

"Oh, that's a shame. She's gorgeous- from what I can see with the mask. The grandchildren would have been beautiful." Maddie sighs, letting her go. Then, it seems the woman noticed her features for the first time because she looked startled. "Are you a living human?"

"Worst. She's a halfa," Dan responds. Maddie's upper body goes rigid, and Cass can see thousands of emotions go through her—shock, denial, awe, wonder, glee, despair—to name a few—before she settles on one.

Glee.

"Jazz! Dani! Come here!" She screams, and Cass only has a few seconds to step away from Maddie's sudden craze before another glowing blur speeds towards them.

It's a younger version of Dan but female. She stops just short of ramming into Dan with a giggle. "Made you flinch!"

"You did not."

"Did, too." The girl, nineteen maybe, insists but twists to Maddie while speaking. It doesn't seem like she thinks about whether she is correct. Cass wondered if she should say that Dan really did not flinch. Besides his hair swaying slightly by the gust of wind she created, he hadn't moved from his crossed-arm position. "Who's this?"

"A new Halfa!" Maddie cheers.

The girl's friendly demeanor crumbles into horror. "What?"

"I know- isn't this exciting?"

"No, Mom, it means she died." Yet another voice sighs. "What did we say about our science?"

"Not to let it overpower my morals and to be tactful of other feelings." Maddie quotes with an eye roll, though Cass can tell she's not bothered by the reminder. Strutting from the castle draw bridge, the only one that uses it is a beautiful woman clad in a purple sleeveless dress.

She moves with the confidence and elegance Cass had expected of a Queen. It's when she stands next to Maddie that it becomes clear they are mother and daughter- almost all her features are a copy of Maddie. "Hello there. I'm Jazz Fenton. I heard you've been through a horrible ordeal. I'm very sorry for your loss of life."

Cass blinks at her, then shrugs. She isn't sure if she is grateful that Damian's ninja mask is still across her face, keeping her amusement hidden.

Jazz smiles even wider. "Welcome to Phantom's Keep. We welcome you inside."

Hmmm, well, no, Cass did not like how she said that. Sounded a little too Fae-like for her taste.

Jazz isn't aware of her unease as she gestures to the castle. "We have some questions on how you arrived. See, Dan and I thought you had died and placed you in the sector for new ghosts. Dan was supposed to greet you and get you settled. But your new status changes everything."

Was Jazz....Phantom?

If so, Cass needed to be careful how she continued interacting with the woman. She didn't want to get stuck here for seven years, either. She had a family she was going to get back to.

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"Where is Cass? She hasn't checked in for days," Bruce asks his children, looking over everyone's logs. Her last entry was twenty-four days ago, a short "Investigating Amity Park—pending field report" blinking on his screen.

"I'll ask Raven." Damian volunteered. "She should be able to give more insight into Cass' mission."

"Thank you, son."

Bruce hoped the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was just untreated paranoia like his children liked to claim and not that something had happened to his daughter. He never liked it when his gut feelings were right.

They were never a good reason.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Cass the Halfa #Part 3 #Time moves oddly in the Ghost zone #Cass meets the Fentons and went “Jazz seems the most sane”#Dan and Dani are siblings

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id love to hear your thoughts on jason and damian's relationship bc i feel like despite the popularity of the idea of jason and damian bonding in the league (despite that timeline probably not working), in-canon, they do NOT like each other (for pretty understandable reasons on damian's part) but i feel like they never get their relationship meaningfully explored outside of the watered-down idea of "they are both Violent (just ignore their different reasoning and histories wrt violence)"

not to sound mean but i don’t like jason and damian having a close relationship either. partially because i think jason being affiliated with the league at all is mostly derived from the film (and possibly yjtv?) in ways that don’t make sense in comic canon, but also because like u said it’s watering down both their characters to be “the violent one.”

there are many characters damian has interesting narrative parallels to — being born and shaped for one purpose and then choosing ur own destiny — like cass cain, or chris and conner kent. i feel cass fulfills the actual sibling role that people want to slot jason into. like with cass, jason’s development happens invertly to damians. in robin son of batman, damian embarks on a quest of redemption for those he killed while in the league, an arc that iirc jason has never been shown to have on page. damian learns to be real, while jason is unmade. damian’s development as a character puts him in opposition to jason’s world view.

it’s also worth mentioning that the way their respective violence is treated is not with the same degree of compassion in fanworks. jason’s war on drugs is treated as a sincere attempt to protect the vulnerable despite the comics showing the contrary. damian is frequently depicted as an uncontrollable animal, especially in his early appearances. i wonder why that would be. their circumstances simply aren’t comparable. one of them was a child raised in an exoterrorist cult, and the other is an adult who chooses to kill. po-tay-to po-ta-to.

there could be some connection through talia ig, but again that’s still often grossly inflated or ignored entirely when people write them together. would she let jason (who she objectively knows is unstable) around her kid? eh, probably not. would jason be chill at all around bruce’s biological child? unlikely. jason has been sincerely, lethally violent to damian in the past, and damian wouldn’t forget that. it’s also worth noting that damian, when written well, is not a person who’s quick to resort to violence without it being a reaction to perceived disrespect.

however the short answer to ur q is that damians primary encounter with jason early on is when he looked like this

and i do not believe damian wayne would ever associate himself with that

#they fought the flamingo and Jason still looked more ridiculous so. interpret that how u like #damian wayne #dc comics #batfam #robin #the ask and the answer

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DP x DC AU, Bruce/Danny (if someone knows the ship name *please tell me-*)

Side note: I'm using asterisks (*) to signify italics, because for some reason Tumblr is being annoying about those.

- - -

He never really told anyone about it. No one really remembered but him, Alfred, and the photos they had kept.

Bruce had a friend when he was younger, one who had lived on the streets before moving into the manor.

The two had been practically inseparable.

Yet, as they grew older, they knew that his friend needed to stay away from the cameras and stares that had started following Bruce like mosquitoes.

So, his friend left when they were in their late teenage years. They kept in contact of course, and the two visited. But when the youngest (at the time) Wayne began to get involved with less than legal activities in their twenties, he hid it from his friend.

The rate of their visits slowed down, until it came to a halt. They sent letters, of course, but seeing him in person meant danger. Potentially putting *him* in danger. And Bruce could not let that happen.

- - -

The Batkids all stare in varying levels of confusion, concern, and awe as Bruce becomes visibly flustered.

"Bruce, Darling, it is so nice to see you again!" The man, Danny, says, before kissing Bruce on the corners of his mouth. He holds the billionaire's face in his hands as he tilts his own head to the side, a soft and affectionate look on his face. "I have missed you and Alfred so much! How have you two been?"

Bruce stammers for a moment, not taking his eyes off of the taller man in front of him. "I've, um, been well, thank you. Uh-" He flicks his eyes over to his kids before returning them to Danny as he gestures to the gathered crowd in his entryway. "These are my children! Wo-would you like to meet them?" He blurts out quickly, a smile that he seemed to be desperately fighting on his face.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I want to meet them?" Danny says jovially, turning to the others.

As the man calmly walks over, Cass makes a few observations. His lithe, relatively short body not tense in the slightest, every step seeming purposeful yet not at all thought about, and his eyes flick over everyone in front of him like he's analyzing them. Seeing them like she sees people.

Still smiling, he opens his mouth to speak to all of them, when he freezes. The group tenses, watching as he doesn't take his eyes off of the second eldest brother as his smile falls.

With pain in his eyes, the older man simply breathes out an, "Oh."

Jason stared into Danny's eyes, something akin to grief beginning to show on his face.

"Oh, *Sweetheart.*" Danny said softly, stepping closer to the younger man. He carefully takes his face into one hand, holding him like he may break. "*I'm so sorry.*"

At that, Jason's face metaphorically crumples, tears spilling down his face as Danny feels his [*hurts tired scared angry tired hurts scared h e l p -*]. Danny's thumb rubs his cheek in an effort to soothe the young man, an understanding sadness on his face. In response, Jason lets out a small whimper as he tries to bury his face into the other's hand.

Gently, delicately, despite the sheer size of him, he pulls Jason close, practically curling around him like he's trying to shield him from the outside world. One hand rubs his back, the other curling into his hair as the Bat's face buries itself into his neck, muffling the sounds of sobbing. [*Safe together protect safe comfort soothe safe*]

As the Batfamily watched this happen, most were too caught off-guard and utterly dumbstruck to notice some unusual details.

Cass's eyes squint slightly in suspicion as Danny's toxic green ones close. Weren't those a nearly unnatural blue when she first saw him?

- - -

I'm sorry if this got repetitive; I don't usually beta anything I post!

Essentially, Danny senses Jason's ghostly-ness, and is like, "Who the heck hurt this baby?!" Immediately reaching out with the whole ghost-EM field-thing, Jason's whole world is flipped because he'd been subconsciously trying to reach out that way ever since he got back to Gotham, and had been getting increasingly distressed because no one was understanding what he was communicating.

A few years after he was brought into the manor, Danny had explained to Bruce and Alfred what he is, what happened in Amity Park, how he got deaged, etc., and they accepted him wholeheartedly. *Except*, he left out any and all mention of vigilantism / the bigger enemies that he fought, and went on to working on being the ghost king when he moved out. He doesn't know about the Batfam being the Bats and Birds, and they don't know about him being royalty, nor his vigilante past.

He and Bruce are both very intelligent dumbasses, and do not realize that they have romantic feelings for one another. Alfred is well aware. Is Bruce also dating someone else in this AU? Potentially! It is currently up to interpretation, since I have not thought about who would go well for this scenario. (Although, I do feel like Danny would have beef with Clark because of the whole Connor debacle. Maybe, behind the scenes, Danny adopted Connor, and now Danielle has a brother!)

Also, I'm tired of people being like, "Danny is short! He's only 5'7!" (/lh) It makes me feel short. In this, he is 5'4, and he does not care if this whole ass man is over six foot, he *will* do his best to curl around him and help him feel safe for the first time since he was a teen.

#dpxdc #teavod posts #long post #tw repetition #spirit halloween ship

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Halloween prompt no 31 (part 7)

Danny was having a rough time. His world had been destroyed by his idiot parents and now not only is he left to grieve almost everyone he loved alone, he was deaged to a small child and was forced to take care of a de-aged infant Ellie!

He never changed a diaper before, and while he's still mostly a fourteen year old mentally hewas mentally regressing at a rapid pace due to whatever Vlad shot them with before he died. Ellie is entirely a baby, not a thought behind those icy blue eyes. It was only a matter of time before he started acting his age whether he liked it or not, he needed to find safety for the both of them before that point or else they would be stuck running around the crime capital of the world at night as a toddler and a baby respectively. Even if their powers weren't shorted out they were going to get kidnapped.

So when he saw one of those bat people he only hesitated for a moment before he ran up to them and declared that they were his new Mommy. The bat lady was dressed all in black with nothing showing, the only thing that really stood out was the yellow bat symbol on her chest. She seemed to panic to a bit, trying to persuade him to go home.

He looked up at her with his big watery blue eyes, "But you are my home mommy. Don't you want us?" He asked, chin wabbling as he raised baby Dani up near his face, hoping thier combined cuteness would break her resolve.

It seemed to almost work but someone jumped down to the ally they were in and interrupted. A lady in purple said something about him, "Fitting the profile" but Dannys mind was gone at that point, replaced with the mind of a child. One that was adamant that the vigilante was his mom.

Unbeknownst to Danny, Oracle had heard everything from the beginning and patched the others through. The whole chat was in chaos trying to figure out who this kid was and how in the world someone mistook Cass in costume as thier mother.

Bruce thought raising kids and teenagers was hard, but this toddler got into everything! They kept pulling him away from the columnar trees that he insisted on trying to climb only for him to somehow get almost to the top once before crying his heart out. Someone had to get a ladder and get him down. At least he never tried to climb the tree again.

Another time he somehow got ahold of a jar of peanut butter and Bruce watched the kid shove his fist into it and lick his hand clean before repeating the process.

The baby was a saint in comparison. She didn't do much except cry. Cass had gone somewhere out of the city (probably to avoid this situation) and the boy has not taken it well. Alfred, bless him, has kept the child under control ever time he needed to while making it look easy. Bruce was jealous.

Bruce gets called dad two weeks in and bluescreens for a solid five minutes.

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Batfam head canons that I need to Expunge

(Some of these might actually be canon but who knows anymore)

• In a kitchen, Bruce Wayne can and has burnt water and has almost caused a building to burn down, all of which were on accident

• HOWEVER. If you sat Bruce in front of a campfire in a forested area and told him he had one hour to put together a meal, he would make the most delicious and nutritious plate you have ever eaten out of fungus and lizards and anything else he could scrounge up. This infuriates Alfred every time

• Bruce’s canines are sharper than most, as does Damian. No, they have not beaten the vampire allegations in or out of costume

• Despite being terrified of them, Bruce knows an absurd amount of bat facts as a way of coping

• Cass has a wide range of musical taste. She often flutters between genres being her favorite and will occasionally loop a song until it no longer gives her dopamine

• Cass wears a lot of bat paraphernalia i.e. bat earrings, bat ears, often Batman merchandise. She’s just very proud of her family and even if she can’t express it in public she wants everyone to Know how proud she is

• Jason mainly listens to punk rock and rap, but he does make an exception for pop punk SPECIFICALLY from the eighties

• Jason is one of the few people who has a direct line of contact to Talia, and while he barely uses it he will occasionally call to get a recipe from her because he misses the food he got while training

• Dick cannot decide whether he wants to keep his hair long or short, and he has considered bringing the mullet back to everyone’s horror

• During one of his rebellious streaks, Dick learned how to pole dance. Nobody but the Titans know this

• Stephanie ABSOLUTELY believed in unicorns as a kid, and though she’s not as much of a hardcore believer she’s still holding out hope with how weird the world is

• Stephanie also had one of those “I hate pink/purple phases”, she’s healing from it obviously <3

• Despite not even living with the Bats, Stephanie is the WORST clothes thief, because she steals Cass and Tim’s clothes which are in turn stolen from the others. Nobody has noticed yet

• Time hates how wearing a suit feels, but he often goes out of his way to make sure all of his suits fit well because damnit he’s gonna look good if he’s gonna be uncomfortable while wearing them.

• Tim hates the smell of alcohol, to the point where he’ll gag if the smell is too strong

• Damian is SEVERELY allergic to pollen because he wasn’t raised around it as a kid, he’s the only one in the family who can be taken out by spring and he gets pissy when it’s mentioned

• Damian has an impeccable sense of smell, more so than any of his siblings

• Babs is arguably the most stable of the batfam, but even then not really because she decided to become a vigilante without Batman’s training which was arguably worse than the rest of the family’s origins

• Barbara could never decide what she wanted to be when she grew up as a kid, she would always switch jobs every week

• None of the batfam is straight or neurotypical, let’s just state that here

• Everyone has an Assigned Color for galas and other public appearances, outside of that barely anyone wears their assigned color. All except for Bruce, whose wardrobe is exclusively made of black turtlenecks and the occasional dark grey hoodies because he refuses to wear anything other than his Assigned Color

• There is a persistent game of tag happening exclusively on patrol with a long list of rules to keep things “fair”, currently Tim is It. They’ve kept this from Bruce, but Alfred knows and is the one to remind them every patrol

• Somehow, Stephanie is the only one who hasn’t been It yet this cycle, and Jason has been It ten times so far and he is pissed about it

I have just… so many thoughts about them

#I don’t know Duke well enough to write headcanons for him :/ sorry #one of these days I’ll read more comics with him in them but until then #bruce wayne #batdad #batfam #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #damian wayne #long post #dc headcanon #batman headcanon #batfam headcanons

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Wayne Manor is an All Autistic Household - AKA I'm projecting

Part 1: states of dress

I've said it before and I'll say it again: if Bruce is left to his own devices he'd never wear clothes. He hates fabric and fabric hates him. He wants to be released from the shackles of human civility but unfortunately he has 6 children he doesn't want to traumatize. He still can be found in just his underwear and robe (and one sock somehow) after a particularly difficult case. Also, he forgets to take the bat suit off often.

Also previously discussed, Alfred needs to wear clothes at all times. He hates being unclothed so much it's unreal. He is also very strict about what clothes are 'appropriate' for what time. The kids can count on one hand the times they've seen him in proper pajamas, if he's woken up in the middle of the night he's decked out in robe and cap and slippers and Night Ascot. Every Christmas they wake up earlier and earlier to get him to come down in his pajamas, it has never once worked.

Dick does wear clothes but he wears any clothing that crosses his path. Steph's workout leggings? Sure. Damians xs hoodie? If it fits over his head why not. He has to expend brainpower to come up with a comprehensible outfit and too often he has no braincells to expend. Also he forgets to wear shoes. He has gone all the way to work barefoot and had to turn around.

Pre-death Jason was definitely "running around in boxers until Alfred scolded him" kid, post-death he's wearing a hoodie AND sweatpants AND fuzzy socks at all times. He runs cold, go figure. He cannot walk around on non carpeted floor without slippers or socks, he hates being barefoot. He sleeps with socks on, the monster.

Tim the pinnacle of teenage boy, He'll wear a shirt if he's already in it but he won't go through the effort to put one on, if that makes any sense. He sleeps shirtless so he stays that way most weekends. He is the prime breaker of the 'please put on a shirt while people are over' rule. Unbelievably specific but: when his hair gets long enough it starts to bother him, he'll use his shirt as a bandana to get it out of his eyes. Yes it looks ridiculous. No he doesn't care.

Damian is the only one who endeavors to remain clothed as he doesn't like not wearing them, but he has problems with changing his clothes. He routinely goes to sleep fully in the outfit from the day. If left to his own devices he would just go a week in the same outfit without changing. They had to have an extensive 'you cannot sleep in a suit' talk. He doesn't change out of his school uniform when he gets home.

Duke is yet another shirtless teenager, but he takes advantage of the Many Robes of the Wayne household. He thinks it looks cool until Damian points out he looks like a stepmom. He still wears them though, they're so soft.

Cass likes to steal hoodies. No hoodie or sweater or robe for that matter is safe, they all end up in Cass's Horde. She also denies her crimes because she thinks it's funny. Other than that she loves soft pajamas, but usually ends up in shorts. She has walked around in a sports bra sparking a lively debate as to what counts as "shirtless"

#hi im spiraling. welcome to headcanon town #narsposting #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #not tagging their supersonas fuck you

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Breathe me in

requested: Can you please write a story where Azriel saves reader from drowning. +I added a little mission and reader being a badass.

warning: drowning, blood, injuries.

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As you made your way through the never-ending wall of rain, you started to wonder why all of you insisted that it was a great idea to continue the mission Rhys had given you today. The high lord warned you about the potential storm, and even if he didn't, you only needed to give the sky a look to know that it was bad news. But you went on with it, and now that your clothes were fully drenched, you wondered why you agreed after all.

Cassian was way ahead with Nesta. Even if the rule was to keep the Illyrian wings glamoured at all times, the general still had his wing stretched over his mate. Somewhat protecting her from the wind and shower. Azriel offered the same thing to you, but you refused it instantly. Even if it was silly. You liked him too much, and sitting so close to him felt too intimate, even if his body warmth would keep your teeth from clacking against each other. Sometimes you wondered if there was a possibility that he liked you too. You have known him for some time now. The girls constantly told you that you were just oblivious to the signs, but all of his gestures always seemed friendly, never like something more. You pulled yourself out of your head the moment your horse came to a halt.

"What's wrong, boy?", you asked softly, even if you could name at least five things that were wrong at this particular moment. You rubbed the mount's neck, trying to see ahead. Your heart sank a little when your eyes didn't land on the shadow of Nesta and Cass in front of you or Azriel, who at all times kept to your left. "Guys!", you shouted worryingly, yet your voice died down. Washed away by the sound of rain. "Azriel", your heart started to beat faster with every passing second, "If you are just messing with me, it's not funny."

Yet you knew they wouldn't do that. Especially not now. But you needed to give yourself something. Anything before you lost yourself to the panic. You gently nudged the horse to move forward again. The shield of water only seemed to increase, completely blocking your view of what was around you. You tried to scream out for your friends again, but it got you nowhere. Only resulting in more and more frustration. You were about to scream for Azriel once again when someone launched full force into your side, sending you out of the saddle and onto the dirty ground.

Your head hit the surface, making your vision blur for a moment. Just enough to see your horse disappearing into the distance, startled by the attack. Attack. You tried to turn your head to the side, seeing a group of what you assumed to be males standing over you. One of them kneeled closer to you. Even from under the hood, you could see his smug face. Unfortunately for him, you didn't love when people looked at you like that, so you quickly inched your leg up, and kicked it right at his face.

That would have given you the upper hand to escape, but you only got a couple of feet from them, before multiple sets of hands snatched you once again, followed by the blade to your neck, "You pull any more stunts and I'll gut you from the inside out." You squirmed in their hold anyway. You were not going to go down without a fight. But your attempts got cut short when someone launched another blow to the back of your head, and everything went black.

Azriel was both: worried and slightly pissed when you refused to ride with him. Firstly, he didn't want you to get sick. And your "I'm a big girl" attitude was getting on his nerves slightly, especially when your health was involved. And secondly, he selfishly wanted to hold you close to him. Have a reason to do so. He just wanted to feel his warmth surrounding you. To know at any given moment you were safe. This rain clouded his senses as well. He felt more distressed and uneasy, so trying to ensure that all of you were safe was a task in itself.

The shadow singer turned his head your way. He tried to limit those glances at you because he knew that every one of them was edging you closer and closer to snapping at him for being too overprotective. But when his eyes didn't fall on your frame, his heart nearly stopped. Azriel turns his head to look behind him, hoping that you had just fallen behind the group, but no. No sign of you. The spymaster shouted for Cassian to stop. Riding back a little as he called your name frantically, "Where the fuck are you?", he mutters under his breath. "Let's go further back, maybe she got separated," but then the darker shadow inches closer, and Azriel pulls out his truth-teller. It was a horse. And Azriel almost wanted to let out a breath of relief until he saw an empty saddle. His shadows swirling around it. All the color drained from his face as the spymaster turned to the general, "She got attacked. They've got her."

You're thankful that they at least dragged you to what you believed was their camp. That sheltered you from the rain, and even if your wet clothes didn't fully let your body warm up, it was better than nothing. Your hands were chained in front of you, alongside your legs. With the right amount of motivation, you could probably escape but this was the male you were sent after.

"Pretty poor look for the thief lord if you'd ask me", you snarled as the male, who you assumed was in the lead of this group, stepped into the room. A few of his men inched closer, but he brushed them away. "My apologies that it doesn't meet your standards, my lady," he says as he reaches for your face, but you move your face out of his reach, "I'd rather entertain rats than you."

The thief lord grits his teeth as he falls to the chair directly opposite you. "You're full of yourself. What makes you feel like I won't just chop you to pieces?", you let out a bitter laugh before gazing right at him. "Ever heard of a shadow singer? The spymaster of the night court?", you drag your words out like a melody. The male's face pales slightly. Of course, he had. Was there a soul on this earth that didn't know of his cruel ways? "Well, I know that if something happens to me here, he will drain your body dry, and enjoy every second of it." Now it's his turn to laugh, yet you can feel the fear lingering deep down.

"I know you've been tracking me down," "Oh, look, you are aware of some things," you tease back, but that earns you a slap on your face, even if it's not the hardest of punches. The rings with rubies and other stones make quite a mark on your face. "Listen to me, you little bitch; you answer my questions now, and I have many." Taking a fistful of your hair, he lifts your head, and you can feel the blood running down your cheek. "Let's start with what your high lord wants with me", "You're wasting your questions. Cause you already know the answer, and if you don't, you are an absolute fool", another slap, and this time it's your neck his fingers move to.

"Where are the others who came with you?" His voice was firm, but you couldn't help yourself from grinning. "Dancing on your grave." The male lets out a frustrated growl before turning away from you. At this moment, you knew one thing and one thing only. You needed to drag this out as long as you possibly could. To give Azriel enough time to find you because he was going to find you. He always did. Even if the world was falling to pieces, he would find you. "Bring her to the shore," the lord barked out after making up his mind. A shiver ran down your back, "We're going to use some of the older methods."

The rain outside had lessened, yet the drops fell colder somehow. At the sound of the water running, it hits you. This explains the enormous fog. There's a huge river here. Two of the thieves have a firm grip on you as they push down on your knees. The sharp rocks and pebbles cut into your skin. "How do you feel about a little dive?", the lord asks you, smirking sheepishly. "All in if you join me," you bite back, but the male just points a finger, and your face is under the icy water in the blink of an eye. Considering that that came as a surprise, you barely got any air, causing you to trash in the holds of the two males as you tried to lift your head.

When they finally do, you are gasping for air, feeling as if you were on fire. The stinging in your head from the icy cold water causes your head to pump. "Now you get the rules. If you answer incorrectly, you will go down under. The more I don't like your answer, the longer you will be in the water," he says, yet now all you care about is that you are out in the open, which gives your friends an easier opportunity to find you. "So, what does Rhys know about the rubies?", the thief lord brushes some of the wet hair away from your face, but with one crooked smile, you spit right at his face, "Suck your own dick", you bark out and you know what's coming next. Yet it's not even a slight bit less shocking. The feeling of someone firmly pressing your face in the running water. The tide of the water made it hard to keep any oxygen in your lungs since the water seemed to pour into your nose. Then you're dragged back out, gagging up the water in your system.

"I'm giving you one last chance to redeem yourself, pretty face," his fingers tangle in between your hair as he turns you his way. "What does he know?", "That you don't have them," the thief lord's face shifts. Confusion is all over it. "Sorry, I'll make it more understandable for your dumb brain. You left them alone in the camp without supervision and came here to have fun with me," rage fills his eyes as he orders his men to return to the camp, "You will pay for this, cunt." His pushing you under feels different, and you can tell that he is not messing around. Your face is practically hitting the bottom rocks as he keeps your head in the water. However, his other hand comes to your neck, and he presses so hard that you can't help but open your mouth as you let all the air out of your lungs, letting the water pour in. You start to thrash around as the fear of actually dying runs through your brain. Ultimate panic sets in, and all of your logic senses turn off.

Nesta had the rubies as she darted away from the camp, and Azriel takes to the skies alongside Cassian. The plan wasn't like this, but the moment they stormed the camp and found your handprint on the box, they knew exactly what it was and that you had left a clue for them, knowing full well that they were going to find you. The feeling in Azriel's chest was telling him that something was seriously wrong, and when his shadows came screaming at him about the water, he went into full madness mode. The sight of your head under the water and the thief lord holding you down practically made him want to roar. Cassian was the first to throw a dagger that pierced through the male's right arm. He let go of you partially, but your head stayed under. The moment he sees the two males, he drags your body up before holding you in front of himself and using you as a shield.

You let out a tiny gasp but then slumped in his arms. Azriel was seeing red, but pulling out weapons now was dangerous. "You make a move, and I'll drop her into the river", the thief lord threatened. "You've lost Albert; hand her over, and you might walk out of this alive," Cassian said in a warning tone. He was well aware that Azriel was in a primal male form now. Primal mate form. Knowing very well that the bond had snapped for Azriel a while back, his brother just kept it a secret, knowing that he was as stupid as you and had convinced himself that you felt nothing for him in return.

"What is my gain? I walk out of this alive, and Hybern will kill me for the rubies", the lord steps closer to the edge, "She's your girl isn't she?", the male nods his head towards Azriel. The spymaster's jaw nearly splits in half. "She promised me a slow death from you if she gets hurt", "I will make you regret that you were born", Azriel snarls through gritted teeth, but the lord only laughs, turning his face to you. He shakes your body a little, pushing two things down your throat, and you almost immediately choke out the water that's been in your lugs, saying, "Here you are; you were missing all the fun." Albert presses his face into your neck as you still gulp down the air. Eyes falling on Azriel, and he's practically falling to his knees at how small and pale you look. But at least you're breathing. That's all he needs to know now.

"I'm sad I didn't have more time with her; I'm sure she'd be capable of a lot," the male kisses your neck, and this time Azriel tosses the dagger right between his eyes, but it misses the lord. The male spins you out of his arms and into the freezing river as the tide takes you down the river lane.

The sensation of water dragging you down makes your skin burn. You tried to pull yourself out, but every little breath you managed to take in was met with yet another wave crashing down on you. But you crawl your way back up; you need to. For Azriel, you need to tell him. You can't die without letting him know. You manage to keep your hands above the water as another wave moves over your hand, and that's when you feel it. Warm fingers are wrapped around your wrist, and then you're out of the water and up in the air. Azriel had caught on to you while soaring over the river. "Hang tight," he whispers as his other hand clasped over your second wrist. You could almost cry at the feeling of him being there as he lowers you to the grass.

You got the rest of the water out of your system, and before you can even get a breath in, Azriel's arms are around your body as he presses you closer to him. You can hear his heart beating under your ear. It's racing so fast. So fast that this can't be healthy. You pull away from him slightly, "I knew you would come", the spymaster shakes his head. Eyes falling over the cuts on your cheek. "I thought I lost you. Multiple times," "You saved me, Az."

The spymaster notices your shaking frame and carefully lets go of you before ripping his jacket open and wrapping it over you, pulling you close to him once again. Your ice-cold skin melted into his warmth. "You get yourself sick," you mumble, causing Azriel to snort, "I will get sick? You've been under that water all this time, and you're worried about me being sick?"

With a couple of breaths, Azriel scoops you up into his arms before he moves to go back to Cassian. "I would have never forgiven myself if you were to die," the spymaster says, looking ahead of himself, "But you would find another best friend to replace me with." You rasp out, your throat feeling achy already. Azriel tightens his grip on your body. "I would send out a whole army to find you because, without you, I don't have a purpose in this life," he whispers under his breath, and your icy fingers cup his cheek slightly. "I had a feeling, just wanted to make sure. Why do you think I threatened that fuck with you?". Azriel lets out a breathy chuckle, resting his head over yours for a moment. He's hoping his body heat will be enough to keep you warm till you all get to safety. "Remind me to tell you that I'm really in love with you if I make it," you mumbled softly, your eyes starting to feel heavy. "Oh, you will make it. I will make sure that you do."

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel acotar #acotar x reader #acotar imagine

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mnemosyne-nyx · 11 months

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✨ Bruce Wayne Headcanons that haunt me but I refuse to elaborate on even if they're utterly wrong Pt. 2✨

Going feral over this man

Hal and Bruce almost share a birthday and it fucking infuriates Bruce for no reason.

My guy was a rebellious teenager growing up, you know, trauma baby tings but also wanting to distance himself from the elite society (I mean rich Gotham really is a different cesspool of evilness lmao who can blame the poor guy.) Not to get deep but the beginning of his crusade was him wanting to seek a life and identity beyond the Wayne name right and witness Gotham from all angles. However, after realising he can both honour and build upon his legacy, Bruce destroyed any proof of this phase as he associates it with his turbulent and troubled coming of age. Little does he know there's a box filled with Polaroids within the 73288199 attics of Wayne Manor ready for his kids to find plus his detailed knowledge about the punk scene of Gotham makes them suspicious anyway.

Bruce learns a lot from his children. He may be their mentor but he's definitely learnt acrobatic tricks from Dick Grayson, combat and body language from Cass etc etc. Black Canary one day complimenting an acrobatic move of Bruce's only for him to have learnt it from one 11 year old Dick Grayson.

Bruce knows every nook and cranny of the watchtower. This guy designed, funded and helped build this fucking thing. Superman can hear him fuckin scurrying in the hundreds of boiler rooms, hidden corridors and storage rooms like a human rat. Flash doesn't understand how this man just teleports from one end of the tower to the other not knowing Bruce built trapdoors, hidden passageways, fake walls in this place. Bruce has a hiding spot in the upper levels of the watchtower where a small window gives view to Earth. J'onn is the only leaguer who can rival Batman in his watchtower knowledge.

He is the unofficial caretaker of the justice league. He makes sure all catering and quarters are fully equipped to people's needs. Overhears a leaguer saying there aren't enough vegetarian options? Bam, fully renewed menu. Barry complaining he can't sleep because his quarter is too cold? Bam, temperature risen. Small things like office supplies, medical equipment - he's always taking mental notes of. He knows what leaguer is allergic to what too. Lad keeps the watchtower STOCKED

The League never fails to wish a member a happy birthday. Somehow word always gets out and no one really knows how the date gets around. It's Bruce. He knows everyone's birthdays. Sometimes photogenic memory doesn't work in his favour. When it comes to respect, compassion and love - Bruce isn't the verbal type. He prefers to show it through action - I mean he crusades around Gotham to show his need to protect people for God's sake. Therefore, he sets like a reminder anonymously on the watchtower monitor for some random hero to find.

My guy HATES Asmr.

Bruce's hair is naturally thick and actually pretty darn curly. Superman is renowned for having the curls, but Bruce - with dirty, grown out hair - can give him a run for his money. His curls never show though as he keeps his hair very short and often has it sleeked back in public (as Thomas and Alfred always told him it was neater and more proper that way.)

He is a PERFECT mix between Thomas and Martha. Everyone who ever meets Brucie Wayne for the first time tells him he's the spitting image of both of them.

My man was a heartthrob in the 90s. Dick and Tim frequently Google "Bruce Wayne 90s" and bust a gut laughing at how their old man is like in every fuckin teenage magazine published in that decade.

#batfam #bruce wayne #batman #justice league #brucie wayne #jla #dc comics #dc headcanon #WHY IS THERE LITERALLY NO ADOLESCENT BRUCE LORE WTF??#Me pondering with my pipe as I reinvent the entirety of the DC universe in my cobwebbed study #Sometimes I like giving batman human emotions so I can imagine Andrew tate fans getting angry at it just to feel something

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sillymercury · 3 months

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Stolen Lullabies

Summary: When the boys return home barely alive they find themselves struggling to explain their actions to the rest of the inner circle. With a strange woman pulled through time and space and brought into their home, the women don’t respond to well the carelessness displayed.

Word count: 3.8k

Part i (New York ver.)

Part i (Prythian ver.)

Part ii

When the boys arrived in Velaris daybreak was threatening the sky, peach dancing across the horizon where the sun was sure to make an appearance. The city was still and quiet as most of its residents were still safely tucked into their homes. Velarias’ luck had held out as it was far from the war, its streets were still safe but the people were different. Many of the sheltered citizens had put down their comforting tools and picked up weapons to join the war efforts. They belived in their high lords mission and showed immense bravery by leaving their safety blanket and moving often far away to train so they could properly fight. It was both heartwarming and gut wrenching, the way they would fight for whats right but also the fact that they had to.

Cassian landed in front of the river house with a thud as Azriel landed much quiter but still rough. The men were exhausted, they had been working all day, training people who were never meant to be warriors and up all night struggling through their hail mary mission. Rhys was conscious again after passing out most of the flight, Cass set him on his feet gently and Rhys kept his arm around his shoulder needing the support. “Take her to the spare room Az, I want to break the news before everyone meets her,” Az just nodded at his brother before taking flight again to the back of the house.

Rhys and Cassian hobbled to the front door, Rhys’ magic had been returning at a snails pace; the little bit that had returned was focused on restoring his missing life force. The second the boys pushed through the door the sound multiple footsteps rushed towards them. They were faced with all of the women in their life, some were shocked, a few angry, and one had the blotchy redness that comes with a long session of tears.

Feyre’s eyes took in Rhys’ mangle state and a string of praises and curses left her lips as she rushed to him, he pushed himself out of his brothers arms and fell into his mates. The pair held on tight as they both let tears fall freely, “Oh gods, oh gods! I was so worried. The bond, it was shaking, and I- I couldnt feel you. It was like a gaping hole where you were supposed to be,” Feyre choked against her mates chest as she squeezed tighter, afraid he would slip away if she let go.

Cassian silently made his way to to an earily still Nesta. Reconizing her upset demeanor as worry, he pulled her into his body. Her hands splayed across his chest as she closed her eyes, breathing in his scent was the only way to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry,” Rhys whispered into Feyre’s hair as his sobs choked him. Being in his mates arms had given him a blast of energy and he used all of it to hold her tight. “I’m okay, I'm here. You cant get rid of me that easily.” Feyre shook her head in his chest at his pathetic attempt at a joke.

“Glad to see your okay enough to make jokes but where the hell have you been?” Armens voice was laced with the anger she was fighting to keep at bay. She had already lost someone and having spent the night pacing the floor, worried it was happening again. The only way she knew deal with that fear was to place it behind a wall of fury.

“And what the hell happened to you?” Morrigan spoke as well, finally getting over her shock as she examined her family in front of her. Morrigans words had barely made their way out of her mouth before Amren was speaking again.

“Running off, somewhere dangerous, by yourselves. Impudent males. Do you have any idea how-” she cut herself off and her short hair shook as she harshly turned her head to the side. How worried we’ve been was what she wanted to say, she stopped herself as all of the pain and fear that had been strangling her for the past few weaks wrapped its wretched hands around her throat, again.

Rhys went to speak but he was cut off by a soft voice, “Where is Azriel?” It was Elain, she was positioned behind the rest of the females clutching the part of her dress that covered her heart. Her wide eyes bounced between Cass and Rhys, the rest of the group stood expectantly. Feyre and Nesta both pulled away from their mates as they waited for an answer.

Rhys and Cassian had shared a glace and silent words were spoken between the two, should you lie or should I? Elain observed the interaction and her gut wrenched with worry, a soft “No,” leaving her lips as she began to shake her head blinking quickly as her eyes flooded with silver..

Cassian had lost the battle waged behind their eyes and he opened his mouth, ready to let the first thing that popped into his mouth fall out when Az pushed through the front door like the sly devil he was.

He had flown to the back of the house and landed on Rhys and Feyres balcony knowing they kept it unlocked until they both were in bed asleep. He moved silently through the house listening to the commotion downstairs as he made his way through the halls, the empty room was at the end just past Nyx’s nursery. Pushing in he didnt light the room, just padded towards the bed. He pulled back the plush comforter before laying the girl down gently. Bent over, he slid off her boots as carefully as he could, he realized that her big jacket probably wouldnt be comfortable to wake up in he decided to take that off of her too.

He sat the girl upright, leaning her forehead against his shoulder as he slid her jacket down. Azriel hands slid over her smooth skin that had stayed warm due to their proximity and he silently prayed she wouldnt wake up as this would not only be incredible awkward but hard to explain. With her jacket off he cupped the back of her neck and leaned with her as he placed her down. She had been so still for so long he sat quietly listening to her heartbeat, the rhythm was melodic he almost wanted to lay down and next to her and pass out listening to it. That thought alone had him sitting up straight, checking the room. He knew the room was clear but an ugly anxiety had him afraid of being caught. In that moment he had every intention of getting up and joining his family downstairs but something inside him didn't listen.

Leaning back down Az turned his head to the side so his face was just mere inches from the nape of her neck, he breathed deeply, the perfect combination of scents taking him over. Each scent was was solitary but they also blended so perfectly, the amber, iris, and currant was a combination he would’ve never thought up but it was positively addicting. He had no idea how long he hovered over the girl but the spell was broken when he heard a voice that caressed his heart ever so gently.

“Where is Azriel?”

It was Elain. Her gentle voice had his heart lurching and he pulled back and rushed to the window. Before he flew out he took a look back at the witch resting on the bed with confusion and disdain. He wasn't sure what magic she was capable of but he finally felt the twinge of worry he should’ve felt hours ago at the thought of bringing a stranger into his home.

Closing the window behind him it took Az less than 10 seconds after hearing the voice to get to the front door and push it open. When he walked in her eyes were the first he met, her delicate face marred by distress pulled at his heart strings and he moved swiftly to her arms. The moment he touched her a tears that was dancing on her eyelash fell, he quickly caught it and brushed it aside.

“Azriel,” she whispered and he pulled her close. Elain’s arms snaked around his waist and he melted into her delicate embrace. Her familiar scent found his olfactory sense and washed away the previous scent that had lingered there from before. Her scent was sweet, like wildberries and vanilla, accompanied by an earthy scent from all the time she spent in the garden. The scent of the flowers she cared for lingered on her as well; roses, lilies, tulips, and… Iris’.

He pulled back and scanned her face, her calm features had soothed him. He brought a hand up to smooth the hair by her face, “Im here,” he assured and leaned into his touch and her doe eyes climbed to his. A small smile ghosted Azriels lips at the unbridled beauty she held and he brought them down to brush hers ever so gently.

“Im glad everyones okay but…” Nesta pulled back from Cassian again as she started speaking, “can you explain what happened now?” Her anxiety had subsided enough for frustration to seep through. Her mate, her partner, had left without a word in the middle of the night to embark on a clearly dangerous mission. This was a conversation she had already had with Cassian, they dont leave each other in the dark when lives are at stake, especially their own.

Amren was empowered by Nesta’s anger, she marched in between the two men still by the door, directing her attention on the high lord. “Yes, like what the hell got the best of you! And whatever the hell you did to cause that magic surge because I know it had something to do with you fools!”

Rhys didnt answer, he didnt have the chance, “Let him sit down first!” Feyre hissed spinning to face the shorter girl. Amren didnt loosen her grip on her ferocity, staring Feyre down with gross determination.

Morrigan rushed between the two sensing a fight brewing, “Feyre’s right, lets sit and try to calm down first. Emotions have been running high all night,” She placed an understanding hand on Amrens shoulder as she remained stoned in place. Feyre scoffed before turning away, focusing back on her mate as she supported him and began to lead him toward the drawing room where the ladies had been waiting all night. “Should I fetch Madja?”

“I've got him,” Feyre ground out as she led her mate the couch and with the was over her hand a cloth, bowl of warm water, and a glass of water materialized on the low table. She sat down next to Rhys and began cleaning all the dried blood off of his face. Some of his wounds were still open, “Baby, why aren't you healing?” Her voice was as gentle as a breeze as she spoke to him.

“My magic… whats left of it is keeping me alive.” He answered lowly, his eyes trained on her as she cleaned him, what he said gave her pause.

“Dont tell me you lost your magic,” Amren bit out from behind Mor’s chair, where she was leaning with crossed arms. Mor threw her a look over her shoulder before leaning forward to hear Rhys’ answer.

“No its not gone… not in that sense. Its coming back, just slowly.” Mor blew out a breath at her cousins answer and she leaned back in her chair.

“So what did happen to require using nearly all of your magic?” Nesta asked from the chair her and Cass were sharing.

“Not nearly. It took all of my magic, and Cass’ and Az’s,” he nodded towards his brothers before looking down ashamed, not wanting to admit this next part, “I had to dip into my life force just to complete the spell.”

The emotions in the room rose once again, evident by the gasps and wide eyes. Morrigan was leaning forward again as Amren moved around her chair, inching closer. Nesta and Elain shared a glace that conveyed all their confusion, worry, and fear; What needed that much magic?

“You what?” Feyre asked, the thought inconcivable, “Rhys why? If anything happened…” Rhys stopped the shaking of her head with both of his hands on either side of her face as an appology bustled from his mouth before he brought it to hers.

“So what was this spell?” Amren questioned as she continued to stalk towards Rhys. Feyre had grabbed a dagger from Rhys’ belongings and cut open her hand over the small cup of water mixing it with her blood. If his magic couldnt heal him then hers would.

“Az, please,” Rhys nodded towards his brother in a way of asking him to take over. Azriel pulled out the dirty papers as well as the scrap paper that held the spell’s pronunciation, he glanced at the papers, then Elain, the papers again before handing them to Amren. Elain was so lost and so much more scared, she wrapped a hand around his bicep and moved closer on the couch.

The room was quiet aside from Feyre’s shuffling as Amren read over the paper, Mor over her shoulder looking too. Based on the way Morrigan's face contorted in confusion, she had no idea what she was reading. Based on the way Amren's face twisted with disbelief, and then unbridled rage, she knew exactly what she was reading. Her hands clutched the paper harder as she spoke, her eyes not leaving the page, “You didn’t.” Her voice was low and intimidating, it was like the room dropped 10 degrees at the shift in her.

“What is it?” Feyre asked looking her mate directly in the eyes, the eyes he screwed shut for a beat before facing her again.

Rhys began speaking but him and Az took turns telling the whole story. Az explained how he found the Murdians, how one of them detailed the etirity of the ritual, and how he brought the information to Rhys with encouragement. Rhys explained how they went back and forth for weeks, how they brought Cassian in and he made the final decision, Rhys conveniently left out what caused him to come to the conclusion. At the revelation Nesta gave Cass a look that said we will talk about this later, Cassian nodded before scowling at the brother who threw him under the bus. Rhys went on with how the spell took everything he had and more, how the magic shook everything when the portal opened, how the Umbramaw attacked and he was essentially defenseless against attacks. Cassian butt in only to explain the experience with the Umbramaw. Throughout the entirety of the story Amren was scoffing, throwing her hands in the air just to cross them again, and giving out screwed up looks to each boy. Rhys ended his tale with the news of the girl who came through the portal and how she was asleep upstairs.

“What?!”

“You brought her here?!”

“Idiots!”

The room had exploded as Morrigan, Feyre, and Amren all screamed over each other. Amren Was in Rhys’ face now, “What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you were doing? What you read?!” Her loud voice boomed as her little body shook with rage, her reaction twisted something in Rhys’ gut as he realized didnt have an answer to any of her questions.

“Where is she?” Feyre asked turning to look at the shadowsinger who apparently snuck her in.

“She’s in the guest room,” his simple answer caused another erruption.

“Your joking!”

“You put a stranger in the room right next to my son’s!”

It was Nestas turn to stand up and shout with Feyre as she immediatly understood the layout of the situation.

Az cleared his throat, he didnt even think of what Feyre had just exclaimed. His features, though, remained unaffected by any of the loud reactions, “She’s passed out, she hit her head pretty hard. It will be awhile before she wakes up.”

The two woman didnt believe it, actually none of them did. A chorus of disbelief, angry curses, and questions floated through the air between the women.

“Look,” Rhys decided to speak again, taking the heat off of his brother who was being yelled at, “She’s just a human, she’s scared and confused,” Amren scoffed but he went on, “We did the spell right, she’s here to help us end this war.”

“If she even can, she’s one human,” Cassian cut in, “and a tiny one too.” Nesta shot him another look letting him know that going against Rhys wasnt going to win him any brownie points. Mor fell back into her chair, head in her hands as she whispered something about the Mother.

“Dont,” Feyre started slowly, throwing him a serious look that emulated her sister's steeliness, “underestimate what one small human can do.” That shut Cassian up, he tucked his wings in and stepped back, Nesta just shook her head.

“No he’s right,” Amren said causing a few of the heads to snap to her, none of them expected her to agree with any of the boys right now. She turned her attention to Rhys, “Let me ask you, can you read this page?” he shook his head and she nodded certainly, “So then did you know that this ritual takes months to prepare? That it’s meant to be accompanied with a near impossible to make potion? That it had to be performed on a solstice full moon?” She was shouting between all the boys at this point, each of their downcast eyes answered her question.

“Or maybe that this spell is exclusive to the Murdians, so even if you did do everything right its still likely to backfire!” She crossed her arms one last time firmly over her chest as she locked in on the highlord, “Did you know any of that Rhys?” When he shook his head Feyre did too, spinning towards her oldest sister as her hand came to her temple in pure disbelief. Amren turned towards Azriel, “How about you, spymaster?” His title was spat out like an insult and his jaw clicked as he growled out a barely audible, no. Amren laugh and rolled her eyes towards Cassian, “And I know you didn't know.”

Nesta straighted and took a small step towards him defensively, she was upset but that doesnt mean she will take kindly to him being insulted.

“My informant,” Azriel ground out through his clenched jaw, “didnt explain those things.” He was ashamed, angry with himself. He found the Muridans, he gave Rhys the spell, he encouraged them to do it. His insolence could’ve been deadly. He stood up from where he was sitting next to his partner and moved dangerously close to the corner and even without his magic shadows moved across his face.

“Of course not! Murdians dont speak English! They never have!” Amren was enjoying the verbal lashing she was handing out, she had been waiting all night to tear into these boys and she wasnt holding back, “Your informant probably barely understood what you were saying, or even what they were saying. Or maybe they wanted to kill you in order to keep their people’s existence hidden.” A despicable laugh slipped through her lips as she shook her head. A string of curses and insults slipped out as she moved toward the window that had the golden light of morning flooding in, giving the clean room an angelic glow.

“Maybe it will work,” a delicate voice hung like a guillotine in the tense air. Azriel’s eyes weren't the only one who snapped to the source. Faithful, forgiving, Elaine; always so quick to believe in him. He looked at her hopefully, trying to decipher if she really believed what she was saying. “Im not sure, of course…” Her eyes moved from Amrens to Azriels and they softened at his disconsolate demeanor, “but maybe.”

Amren wasn't letting up, she is the only one who didn't immediately lighten her tone when speaking to the girl and she wasn't going to start now. “Maybe,” she mocked, “Maybe they brought our savior!” Her hands clapped together over her heart and a sickly sweet smile spread across her lips. “Or, maybe they just brought our doom,” her voice had shifted to low horrible tone with that statement. It changed once again to aloof for her next line, “Or maybe they just brought some random girl from who knows when or where.”

Amren turned back towards the window but snapped at Rhys again, “A girl we have no way of sending home might I add!”

“What?” Feyre asked, turning to her mate again, “We can't send her back?”

“No,” Azriel spoke for Rhys once again, “The parameters of the spell states she will only be returned when her destiny here has been fulfilled.”

“If you brought her here for the war, that could be years before it ends,” It was Mor now speaking, she wasn't as angry as she was before but still cynical. Her words gave the air a tense chill, she noticed the change and continued, “But if destiny is involved… maybe we could have hope?” Mor looked towards Elain who’s eyes shone thankfully. Az’s face still gave away nothing as it was half covered in shadows. Amren just scoffed at their ignorance, shaking her head before looking through the window again.

“Okay,” Feyre stated, her voice was no longer that of a concerned mate or an angry mother, it was of a High Lady. “What's done is done. I'm going to charm her to sleep for another couple hours and I’ll see what I can figure out from her memories. When she wakes up we can interrogate her, she if she could truly be of use. In the meantime all of us are tired, let’s all rest and we’ll pick up this conversation again later; try to figure out how to move forward.”

“You’re all push overs,” Amren stated in the calmest voice she had all night, “rolling over letting your mates, and boyfriend, act like insolent children. Encouraging it.”

“Thats not what-” Feyre’s stern voice was interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream, and then another and the sound of glass breaking.

Amrens lips cut into a devilish smile, “Look who’s up.”

Everyone, except Elain, made a move for the foyer but Feyre held up a finger, “No! You three have probably freaked her out enough already,” her eyes were hard on the males faces and her tone was final. “And I think it's best if only one of us goes in at a time. I was where she is now, I’ll try to talk to her.”

More yelling flowed through the house and Feyre ran up the large staircase with Nesta on her heels, “Im grabbing Nyx,” She said and Feyre thanked her.

Feyre pushed the guest room door and had to immediately duck as a vase flew straight for her head.

A/N: Well that went… well? Honestly can’t say I blame the girls, what were they thinkingggg??? This was fun but I’m really excited for part iii, so much so I might just post it tonight👀

If you made it this far I LOVE YOU<3

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Sway: Jason todd x reader

Summary: panick attacks and anxiety are shit. One of the methods to get it out of one;s system is moving your body. And some people may be suprisingly helpful with that.

Warning: nothing, it's (self-indulgent) fluff, a bit short and chaotic, but it's all I have today

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How was this possible that nothing was going on and yet she was feeling the earth shaking beneath her feet?

Was stressing out because of taking a day off work a symptom of workaholism?

Truly, it was supposed to be a nice, pleasant Wednesday and yet, she made the grave mistake of checking out the mail and going through the list of her obligations and unfinished businesses.

Obviously, the pressure used this little crack to creep right into her brain.

“Come on, breathe…. Breathe….” She trembled, walking around her apartment and waving her hands to get some of it out. Unfortunately it did not make things any better. “In and out. Come on, Y/N, you can handle this shit. You’ve been handling it before. You are gonna be fine. Just give yourself a moment to plan it out…. “ the sound of opening doors captured her attention for a while “Oh, who the hell….?”

“Is that how you greet me, princess?” her boyfriend, Jason Todd smirked at her, but this teasing smile disappeared when he saw the fear in her eyes and her shaking figure “Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing….” She gulped encouraging him to come inside “sorry, I yelled at you, I’m just…. my mind is playing tricks on me today.”

“Oh, no, no, no.” he cooed grabbing her hand and making her crash with his chest “is this one of your anxiety attack? Too much on your poor head?”

“Pretty much….I just… I can’t seem to calm down….”

“Well, out of all the methods that help you how about we sing a happy song?”

“sing a happy song?” she frowned looking at him with deep confusion “you can’t sing, Jason. And last time you tried my neighbors almost got me kicked out of the apartment for disturbing the peace!”

“It wasn’t that bad!”

“It was.”

“All right, fine. I got a better idea then.” He let go of her for one second reaching for his phone.

“What are you doing?” she took a deep inhale “funny cat videos are not what I need right now.”

“It’s not…. Oh, damn this stupid device” he was now scrolling the screen “there you go.” he grinned and played a calming, soothing song. “May I have this dance?”

“You are crazy, Jason. You can’t dance either. And neither can I?”

“come on, give me a change, baby. I may surprise you.”

“All right, just try not to step on my ….”

Before she could finish he spun her around, and connected their bodies. His hands on her waist, her on his neck, swaying left and right. In an empty apartment. In the middle of the middle day of the week. And surprisingly he was quite good at it.

“come closer, baby” he spoke softly and enchanted by his voice she snuggled into him, face burying in his shirt, smelling the familiar and soothing sense of his cologne. “is this making you feel better?” Jason whispered, stroking her back.

“Mhm…. I feel like a child in a cradle.”

“Safe?’

‘Loved.” she smiled “Like I can just be, you know. Like my value is not based on what I do and how many people at work I have to please.”

“That’s deep” he laughed “and here I am just trying to show off my crazy dance moves.”

“Swaying from side to side?” she mocked

“you said it yourself, it made you feel better, so hey, you are welcome.”

“Idiot” she rolled her eyes playfully “why exactly did you learn how to dance?”

“ok, but don’t laugh at me. Cass needed a dance partner and no one else was around and …. Hey! I said don’t laugh at me.”

“Sorry, honey, it just never ceases to amaze me how helpful you get with all the girls in your family.”

“Not every of them. I only found this a good reason to gain skills to impress the girl I am in love with.”

“Lucky one.”

“I’m luckier.” He muttered kissing her forehead and resuming swaying.

"I gotta go back to...."

"Bullshit. The only job you have for now is to relax with me."

"Well, who am I to argue...." she retorted, feeling all the tension leaving her system just beacuse he was there to help her through the mental breakdown.

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My headcanons for the batfamily’s body types, in no particular order;

Jason - Big. Tall, broad, insanely big muscles hidden under a healthy layer of fat. No particular part of him is more defined, or even particularly defined at all, he’s just Big with a capital b. Absolute powerhouse, the definition of a bear.

Dick - He’s got the gymnast’s build. Probably the most “cut” of the family he’s got the trim waist and extremely defined shoulders you’d find on any high level gymnast/acrobat. Tons of muscle definition even when he’s relaxed but especially when he flexes. Most of his muscle mass is up in his shoulders, seeing him work those back shoulder muscles is a work of art. And of course, you can’t forget that iconic ass ;)

Tim - Honestly, Tim Drake is the kinda guy who looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over. Super pale and insanely skinny with very little definition. Stick thin limbs that pack a surprising punch. He’s got wiry muscles built for speed and endurance over brute strength

Damian - Best word I can think to describe Damian would be “lithe”. He’s small, still a kid and with some of that childlike roundness to his features. He’s a vegetarian which greatly reduces his potential sources of protein, so he’s definitely more on the lean side, at least for now. He may grow into a build more like Bruce’s as he ages but for now he’s short and fairly skinny.

Bruce - Think of a famous actor you’d see posing on a magazine. That’s him. Dorito figure, six pack abs, muscle definition out the ass. He’s the fucking Batman, and has an absolutely insane workout routine to boot. Super tall with the widest shoulders imaginable, but still capable of making himself soft when comforting kids (his own or other people’s).

Cass - Typical ballerina build. Super petite with a surprising amount of strength hidden behind soft slender limbs. Short with a tiny waist and no hips or chest to speak of, she’s silk over steel with an insane of muscle control she uses to make herself as soft and pretty as possible. 100% capable of knocking a man out with one punch, though you’d never know it by looking at her otherwise.

Barbara - First off, my version of Barbara is still in a wheelchair, though she definitely didn’t let that stop her from working out. She may be the girl in the chair both literally and metaphorically, but she still likes to make sure she’s fully capable of defending herself if necessary. Iirc her specific flavor of wheelchair bound is paralysis, so her legs would be fairly small with very little definition, even if she does all she can to exercise those muscles and keep them from atrophying, considering. That being said she has arm muscles for days, super strong both from working out and just using her arms to propel herself and to transfer in and out of her wheelchair. 100% capable of doing a weird little army crawl using just her arm muscles to get around in an emergency if something were to happen to her chair.

Steph - Definitely the squishiest of the girls, though considering they’re all vigilantes that doesn’t necessarily mean much. She seems like the type to have curves, and not work towards having any specific kind of figure. Think a bit of a stocky pear kind of shape. She’s definitely got some muscle definition, but not nearly as much as she could she focuses more on actually being strong than just looking it. A bit on the short side, but not overly so.

Duke: I… honestly know the least about Duke out of the whole batfamily, so he’s definitely the least defined in my head. From what I’ve got, he’s probably more than a bit lanky. I picture him being super tall but not having the body mass of Jason, Bruce, or even Dick to go with that height. Decently strong but more speed oriented, with more of a basketball player build.

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aweidlich · 1 year

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Oblivious (Cassie Howard)

pairing(s): Cassie Howard x fem!reader

summary: reader is a musician who happens to turn Cassie on while doing the most mundanes of things.

warning(s): adult content, smut, fingering, oral sex, semi-public sex (?)

a/n: sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this, it is my first writing :)

You are oblivious to how much your actions affect your girlfriend. Cassie is not sure whether this obliviousness annoys her or just turns her on even more.

The way Y/N would have to be touching her every second of the day or how you’d flex your arms and legs when stretching before running in those small shorts in PE class.

What made Cassie go truly crazy was watching her talented girlfriend playing instruments. It could be the piano or guitar or flute, any of the above would have the same effect: an ache between her legs and heavy breathing.

And that is exactly what is happening right now. You are both spending lunch period in the music room at school. You are seated in front of the piano trying to rehearse one of your pieces for the audition you will have a couple of months from now. You had been struggling with this particular one for a while now, but you wouldn’t give up, this was necessary to get into the Music Program for Music Therapy. This is what you wanted to do for the rest of your life, help people through music.

Cassie loved watching her girlfriend be so passionate at something, she knew how much this meant to you -- growing up with an autistic sister, you got to see how music helped your sister interact with the world around her, and you wanted to help other families see the same thing. This was the only reason why Cassie was trying to hold herself back from kissing you senseless, but when she catches the perfect image of you biting your lips in frustration, it is too much.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and a smile appears on your face.

“Cassie, I’m sorry I haven’t paid attention to you, but I really need to get this.” You tell your girlfriend, oblivious to her true intentions.

Cassy huffs, “C'mon babe, you have been practicing too much. How about I help you relieve some of the stress you’ve been feeling?”

The seductive tone in her voice was so heavy that even you could catch it, turning your head to watch your girlfriend.

“Uh- I- maybe?” You stuttered, “I don’t know Cass, you remember the last time something happened in this room?”

Cassie hums and sits on your lap.

“Yes, but I also think my girlfriend deserves a reward for all of the hard work she’s been doing these last weeks.” Cassie bites your lobe and continues, “Don’t you agree baby?”

At this point Cassie could say anything to you and you would say yes.

Cassie laughs as you nod. She brings her head back so she could look into your eyes and smiles.

“I love you.”

Hearing this, you smile back and lean in, pecking Cassie’s lips, “I love you,” you say, “and I love you more than you love me.”

Cassies throws her head back laughing, the image being classified as ethereal in your brain.

When your eyes meet again, the room gains back its sensual atmosphere.

Before you both can notice what happened your chests are nude to each other and your mouth is around Cassie’s nipple, her hands holding your head as close to her as humanly possible.

“I need more.” She gets out between quiet moans.

Your lips continue their attack on her breasts as your hand hikes up her thighs until your touch the place Cassie needs you most.

You will never get used to your girlfriend’s moans. You had heard the best symphonies and orchestras, yet none of them could compare to the sounds Cassie made when you touched her.

Your thumb circles her clit, getting it all wet.

“You are so funcking wet that I will have to clean you good before you leave this room.”

Cassie bites your shoulder trying to keep her moans in, making you groan around her nipple which only makes her more stimulated.

You get up with her legs around your hip and make her sit on the piano bench as your mouth goes down to her stomach and then skipping to her thigh.

Cassie is a whimpering mess, missing your touch already.

You laugh, “My love can’t even wait a little bit?”

Cassie goes to tell you to fuck off but is caught off guard when your mouth sucks on her clit. She arches her back releasing a moan and trying to hold herself on the piano hitting the keys and making a sound that would usually annoy you, but at this exact moment was not enough to take your attention off of your girlfriend’s pleasure and taste.

“Ah- Don’t stop. I- I’m so so close.” Cassie says in between moans.

You use your finger to help you stimulate her. Her legs close around your head, making you moan and that sets her right off the edge, her orgasm hitting her hard. You help her ride it out, cleaning her up and helping her put her panties and skirt back while she is still recovering.

As Cassie’s breath goes back to normal you laugh and tease her, “I thought you were the one that was going to get a ‘release.’”

Cassie rolls her eyes and goes to kiss you and your heart beats faster, but the bell rings just in time.

There is a glint of mischievousness as she says, “I guess you will have to wait for tonight.”

She gets up and starts walking, only stopping at the door to look back and wink at you.

You are left dumbfounded and horny in the room by yourself. You only regain consciousness when the Music teacher comes in the room asking what you were still doing there. You apologize and run to your chemistry class, which you had with your girlfriend.

Needless to say you didn;t hear a word the teacher said that entire period, only thinking about what would happen after school.

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