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twilightaurora · 10 months

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bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?

pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)

warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)

word count: 6.4k

a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does.

The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight.

In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.

“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward.

A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.

“You alright there, darl’?”

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable.

His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod.

“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”

Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded.

“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare.

Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor.

“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”

“We’re good!”

The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips.

“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”

A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint.

“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know.

“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.”

Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand.

“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?”

“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.”

Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words.

“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?”

Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to.

“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.”

Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute.

“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes.

“Just checking, is all.”

You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun.

“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.”

The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine.

A moment later, your name is called.

Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer.

“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”

You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything.

“What’s up, Sage?”

The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow.

However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too.

There’s no paint decorating his skin.

The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden.

When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you.

A paintbrush.

“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.”

You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand.

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.”

Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer.

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?”

The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.

Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to…

Oh.

Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs.

“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?”

Goddesses, this man is too much for you.

You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them.

Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth.

Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny.

“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?”

You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush.

“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.”

You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you.

With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk.

“This what you wanted, Sage?”

“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”

You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin.

Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes.

You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons…

Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job.

When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips.

“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?”

Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs.

It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working.

By the Three, is it working...

Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.”

You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything.

When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you.

“Hnng…”

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds.

You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt.

Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him.

Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses.

“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead.

“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.”

You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again.

Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly.

“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”

“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again?

He wants to find out.

Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock.

Fuck, it’s so hot.

“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.”

You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends. The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations.

As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back.

“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?”

You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention.

With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers.

You grin.

When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores.

“Now my hips.”

You swallow thickly.

Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea.

“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch.

Perfect.

“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?”

Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands.

“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.”

When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises.

Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side.

“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.”

When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back.

Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.

Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves.

“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.”

You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms.

His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin.

“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?”

You nod, a matching smile on your lips.

“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.”

He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine.

Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed.

Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again.

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly.

Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer.

“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.”

You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well.

“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?”

You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?”

Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him.

“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.”

Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand.

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command.

“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?”

You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most.

Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones.

It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips.

“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.”

You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties.

Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish.

So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs.

Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow.

“Hah… fuck.”

With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips.

“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath.

When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin.

The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit’ finally kicking in.

Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.”

But you’re not stupid.

You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look.

“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?”

You nod before he even finishes his words.

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises.

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color.

Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was.

The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them.

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.”

Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks.

“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk.

Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound.

“Mmm…ah”

When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands.

“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer.

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes.

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.”

Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again.

Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention.

“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.”

Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants.

“Link…”

Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth.

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.”

Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound. Link smirks.

“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?”

Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now.

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper.

Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips.

“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”

When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.

“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it?

Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look.

“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming.

Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print.

“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach.

“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?”

You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes.

Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing.

“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs.

“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin.

Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin.

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs.

“Sorry, Vet.”

Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule.

Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression.

Oh no – you know that look.

“Wild…” you murmur carefully.

The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.

“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”

bonus:

sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff

reader, emerging from behind sage: i'm stuff! :D

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yellowbrickramble · 4 months

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Okay, I don't usually time myself while drawing these pages, but one of my roommates informed me that I spent over 12 hours on just the first panel.

O_O;

So, anyway, background cameos include:

Some fairy beavers (John Dough and the Cherub), the Woozy (The Patchwork Girl of Oz), some Bunnyburians (The Emerald City of Oz), an ork (The Scarecrow of Oz), a kalidah (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz), the zebra and the softshell crab (The Emerald City of Oz), a winged monkey (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz), Professor Grunter Swyne (The Tin Woodman of Oz), Mickey Mouse (Plane Crazy by Ub Iwerks and some other guy), the siamese cat that Toto chases at the end of the 1939 MGM film, and some field mice (various Oz books).

The alligator, squirrel, king snake, and 7 birds aren't from anything.

If you like this comic, please support me on Patreon! (link in bio)

#webcomics #web comic #comic strip #yellow brick road #comic art #original comic #comics

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roll-of-royces · 4 months

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L&DS Drabble (With AFAB Reader)

Content: Something terrible happens, it only makes sense that you would end up here at Zayne's door.

Rating: T for trauma

Spoilers: Chapter 4

Word Count: 1309

Your training tells you in some deeper part of your brain that you are in a state of shock. There's blood dripping down your fingers, and burns in your clothes. Caleb's necklace is in your hand, clenched tight around the gone warm metal.

People are giving you a wide berth, the ones that try to assist you, you only shrug off. You're not entirely sure where you're going, bloody and ruined until you see the door. Zayne.

This is where Zayne lives. You reach for the handle, it is a bio-imprinted lock instead of a key. It's likely keyed into his handprint. The door handle flashes green and slides open. Strange, it must have been left unlocked. That's not like him.

You step into the main living space, freezing at the entryway as you try to recall how to take off your shoes. Does it matter? Does anything matter? You're about to get blood all over the clean floorboards anyway.

Stumbling forward your toes catch on the raised entrance and you crash forward. You're brain is so slow. Too slow. You hit the ground hard, a rush of breath leaves you and you lay there the world spinning. Are you spinning?

You're not dying, you know that. There's not enough blood, and yet you feel like you're dying. Because the necklace is still in your grip and you can still see the fire, smell the ash, see the lone bloody remains of your grandmother's hand.

For a while, you drift in place, stuck in the loop of the explosion. You are there, on the front steps of your family home and then you are in Zayne's house. It loops like that for a long time and still, you don't sleep.

The door behind you opens, there's a pause and you hear Zayne exhale a breath that sounds terribly like your name. And then he's crouching over you, rolling you carefully onto your back. You meet his wide eyes and watch the terror in them fade to calm when he sees you blink.

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, but you don't need to tell him; he's already going through his paces, figuring out what is blood and what is burn damage.

He lets out another sharp breath before leaning back. Zayne moves to your side and then you're up, high up in the air. In his arms, in the sky. You're floating. You nuzzle your face into his labcoat, he still smells of the hospital.

There's the harsh scent of anti-septic and whatever other chemicals mix in the surgery room. It's nice, it's a better smell than the smoking remnants of your clothes and family. You're pressed down on something cold and with a shift of your head, woozy though it is, realize it's his dining room table.

"Am I dying, Doctor Zayne?" You ask, trying to sound light, trying to tease him like you love to do.

Instead of the dismissive playful huff of breath you're used to his body quivers. "No, but I need to examine you. Don't move."

You look up at the chandelier, his house is nice. You've never been inside before, but that doesn't surprise you. He's one of the best doctors in Linkon, he has to be well-paid for his contributions. There's a shuffle, the tap of glass onto his stone counter, and then Zayne is leaning over you again.

He's got his thousand meter doctor stare back, all cold and focused. You want to reach out and poke his nose. Instead, you whisper, "Caleb and grandma are dead."

Zayne flinches. "Did you receive these injuries when that happened?"

"They were in the house." You say as tears flood your vision. They burn your eyes before running down into your hair. "I was in the yard, I was going in. I was about to ... " A sob chokes out of you. "They're gone."

He's treating your hand, not the one with the necklace but the other. But you can see the way he grinds his teeth. It's not like he didn't know them, you all grew up together. Unlike you, Zayne doesn't fall apart, he keeps working. "How close were you to the explosion? Where were you in the yard?"

"I don't remember." You try to think, but you've been in the yard so many times. You've traveled up those steps a hundred times, every single day after school, walking with Caleb. Coming and going to see friends. The blast threw you back.

"Zayne." You don't even know why you're trying to get his attention, "It hurts."

He leans over you, one hand propped up by your head. "Where?"

"Everywhere. How can I do this without them?"

He leans in closer, looking at your eyes. He's searching for something. "You don't have a concussion. I know you are grieving ... but I need you to focus on what is in your control. I have to make sure - I need you to be alright. Tell me if this causes any discomfort?"

From there Zayne goes about examining every inch of you. He presses on your ribs, chest, knees. Zayne bends every finger and toe, all of it clinical and methodical. By the time he starts his double-checking, you're barely aware he's touching you.

☆☆☆☆☆

You wake up in a room you don't recognize. There are plush blankets bundled around you, it's dark, the moon is high. You can make out its glowing facade through the wide bay window. It takes a moment for you to recognize the shape of a figure outlined by the moon.

Zayne is awake, staring out the window. You can make out the whites of his eyes as he looks out at the dark. You're in his bed, in his bedroom. Now that you're somewhat aware of your surroundings, you're aware of how much you ache.

There's a glass of water by the bed; you reach for it and as you pick it up, it slips from your weak grasp and hits the floor with a thunk splashing water everywhere. He startles, before he's on his feet.

"I'm sorry." You frown at the puddle.

"It's alright." He steps into a bathroom and returns with a towel, tossing it down carelessly at the water. "I'll get more. Try not to move too much."

When he returns he holds the glass for you, helping you drink. Forcing you to not choke or drink too quickly. He sets the empty glass down on the end table. "You need more rest."

He stands, intending to leave; all you can do is reach out and grab his wrist. Your hand shakes with the attempt to hold onto him as tightly as you can. "Don't go."

Zayne nods, giving in, and loops back around until he is sliding into bed with you. This isn't exactly what you expected, but the comfort, his closeness is welcome. He sits on top of the blankets, back propped against the headboard.

His hair looks so dark in the low light, his jaw stern, nose sharp. Beautiful. He has always been beautiful. Should you tell him?

"Can I ... " You look up at him, shuffling closer. "Can I spend my holidays with you?"

The idea of being alone on the days that used to be filled with your family makes something ache inside you deeper than the wounds that coat your skin. There's a hopelessness to it.

His hand cards through your hair, normally you'd be shocked. You'd jump and stumble over your words and blush, but today you only sink deeper into his bed. "As many as you would like."

You close your eyes as he keeps running his fingers through your hair, when you're almost asleep he asks, "Why did you come here of all places?"

You don't bother to open your eyes when you reply, "I didn't know where else to go."

#l&ds #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x mc #don't worry doctor Zayne will make it all better

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brucewaynehater101 · 7 days

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Oh fuck, hi, I'm the anon who sent the the Waltz's World au

Something I forgot to mention was a scene I removed but was gonna describe in bullet points instead, probably cuz of burnout or poor memory or whatever

So a scene I considered writing but never went through with was one where all the Batkids are in the Batcave during a time they beforehand confirmed neither the Bat or his allies would be in it except whoopsie daisies Bruce did a surprise visit

Bruce is walking down into the batcave off-schedule, and when he enters it, he sees all his vigilante kids which alarms him because he didn't want to reveal his identity yet

And then without noticing Bruce there, they all detransform back into the Wayne kids, and afterwards they realized they accidentally revealed all their idenitities to their dad, who they already know is Batman but does he know that?

Either Bruce puts two and two together, realizes his kids who have been vigilantes by his side this entire time always knew he was Batman and now Bruce, Alfred and Barbara have to tackle the fact the Wayne Kids are Waltz's World

Or the Wayne kids successfuly trick Bruce into thinking that they believe Bruce and Batman are dear friends/allies and now Bruce has to tackle this knowledge and keep a facade of being two people until he's ready to reveal he is Batman

Either way it's gonna be an emotional rollarcoaster all the way

Honestly the reveal for Barbara and Alfred would be an emotional rollarcoaster since they know Waltz's World and the Wayne Kids but view them differently cuz civillians =/= vigilantes until they do

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Also I think I forgot to mention that Cassandra uses the vigilante name Orphan in this au

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Tim would pass down Robin to Damian and become Red Robin since the batkids have a closer and healthier relationship with eachother

and I think it goes without saying that Tim's relationship with gender in this au is gonna be a rollarcoaster (not that the others journeys wont be) since said identity was acquired from a wish to be treated like an object because it believed (at least subconciously) that that would get it more love from its parents; being seen as a thing instead of their own son, so Robin's gonna have to look inside itself and ask "what am I? Son and Heir of the Drake family, treasure of the Waltz, who am I?" so uh. yeah. fuck

Dick would be in actual tears if Tim figured out and confessed why his Waltz pronouns wound up being it/its

Hello again! That scene would definitely be a woozy (all of them at once sounds chaotic in a fun way). Also, your concept of Alfred and Barbara having separate feelings for the other batkids due to civilians being quite different from vigilantes makes so much sense. I wonder how often they saw each persona before the reveal (Alfred wouldn't have much of a reason to meet the vigilantes due to them "not knowing" Bruce is Batman). It feels like Alfred would have a relationship with them only through what Bruce relays to the older man.

I agree that the batkids would most likely have a better and closer relationship with these dynamics (particularly because Bruce as a father/authority figure isn't meddling with their dynamics to each other).

With the it/its, one would have to be careful to navigate that situation. Those pronouns are perfectly acceptable and fine to use [hence why I have it in my bio], but they have been used against queer folks. There is a very distinct difference between using the pronouns as pronouns and using them in a derogatory manner. People have different feelings about using it/its pronouns (especially between individuals who use it), but one of the reasons some use them is seeing one's identity as nonhuman (like those comments that one's gender is a cryptic goblin in the woods). I think Tim could, in this AU specifically, move from a belief that it needs to become a tool for the Drakes in order to be loved into the notion that it's a cherished being. It probably agrees and disagrees with the statement, "Tim is a human."

Perhaps it's changing appearance (people see it as whomever they want to protect) also fits into its perception of self. It also likely does identify as agender or gender void.

Tim will have to grapple with its trauma, but seeing itself as not quite human is completely okay! I'm sure you, the wonderful asker, know this already. I just wanted to clarify for anyone unfamiliar with it/its pronouns

For those who want to see more of this AU, I linked it below. The post is very long, though

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au #dick grayson #damian wayne

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confuchan · 2 years

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Seventeen Recs (updated: dec. 2, 2022)

Warnings usually left by authors at beginning of each

My warnings just in case (I hope these make sense): ⤵

♨ - contains nsfw in story 🔞 - just nsfw

💖 - my faves (Some fave writers tagged at bottom also)

Series (Multi-part fics) / OT13 Masterlists

My Heart By Your Side Forever - Masterlist💖 ~ soulmate au, OT13

And The Universe Said, - Masterlist ~ soulmate au, OT13

Under The Sun - Masterlist ~ darl+ing inspired au, OT13(?)

Spookteen Halloween Collab Masterlist

SVT Hub Camboys Collab Masterlists: Hyung Line, Maknae Line ~ (Some are also linked separately below) 💖

A Thousand Starlights - Masterlist

S. Coups

Boundaries of Fate: Ch.1♨, BOF: Ch.2 (feat. Dino) ~ historical au

Push It Down (sooner or later it all comes out)♨, Part 2🔞, Part 3♨, Part 4 (♨?), Part 5💖 ~ camboy au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Terrifyingly Innocent - Masterlist💖 ~ brother’s best friend au, college au

Hoshi

Love Hard - Masterlist ~ text au, college au

A Tiger’s Dominion [1]🔞, Part [2] ~ camboy au, college au, bestfriends/idiots au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Mingyu

My Daisy - Masterlist💖 ~ single dad!mingyu

Sweet Night - Masterlist ~ business au

Vernon

Two Minus One - Masterlist💖 ~ sm au (has spin-off: You May Not Kiss The Bride)

Dino

Retracing Steps🔞, RS: Alt ending+bonus♨ 💖

And They Were Roommates🔞, Part 2♨, Part 3♨ 💖 ~ camboy au (Part of SVT Hub Collab)

Fics (5k+ words)

Joshua

Plus One♨ ~ 10.3k

Mingyu

Love Me Out Loud ~ 14.6k

It’s All Fun And Games♨💖 ~ 8.6k

Dino

Pansy💖 ~ 7.4k, childhood friends au, brother’s best friend au

Scored!💖 ~ 12.4k, college au

Ten Dates: Unmatched♨💖 ~ 17.9k

Bitchless♨💖 ~ 7.2k, roommate au

Oneshots (1k-5k words)

S. Coups

Remind Me💖 ~ 2.7k

Fatherly Instincts♨ ~ 2.7k

Wonwoo

Your Games Suck🔞 ~ 2.7k+

Apple Cider🔞 ~ 2.2k

Woozi

-ˋˏliveˎˊ-💖 ~ 1.24k

Mingyu

The Perils of Apartment Living🔞 ~ 2.8k

Do I Want to Hit You or Do I Just Want You?🔞💖 ~ 3.9k, e2L au

Dino

Strawberry Shortcake💖 ~ 3.4k

Worth A Shot ~ 1k+

You May (Not) Kiss the Bride💖 ~ 1.1k (spin-off of Two Minus One sm au)

Ride🔞💖 ~ 1.2k

Alien Remnants in Society: Lee Jung Chan Findings💖 ~ 2.7k (Part of Spookteen Collab)

That Shirt🔞 ~ 1.9k

Down in the Valley🔞 ~ 1.2k

Act of Service🔞💖 ~ 1.1k

i love you the mostie🔞💖 ~ 2.5k

now that i’ve got a taste🔞 ~ 1.3k

Concealed Zippers🔞💖 ~ 3.4k

Blue (feat. DK)🔞 ~ 1k+

Drabbles (under 1k words)

S. Coups

(reaction to jealousy drabble) ~ 355

(stranger S. Coups hookup drabble)💖 ~ 495

Hoshi

My Things and Yours💖 ~ 850

Mingyu

Corn-y ~ 765

Still Tired?🔞 ~ 500

[16:37]💖 ~ 330

(app controlled vibrator Mingyu makeout)🔞💖 ~ 365

Dino

Paris in the Rain ~ 380

Dino Day💖 ~ 432

6:16💖 ~ 150

(camboy blurb)🔞 ~ 420

Texture🔞 ~ 800

Gym w/ Hoshi🔞 ~ ??? words

Reactions / Scenarios / Misc.

Overheated drabble🔞 ~ Dino

Top 3 members to lose your virginity to & why ~ Joshua, Hoshi, Dino

Love is in the little things ~ perf. unit💖

Sweaty Makeout Seshes ~ perf. unit💖

Making Out ~ hip hop unit

Kisses With Seventeen ~ perf. unit

Pickup Lines ~ maknae line

Incorrect Quote (DN & SK)

Incorrect Quote (MG & MH)

Incorrect Quote (VN & SC)💖

Reaction - S/O Performs Their Part in Their Song ~ perf. unit

Headcanon - Bubble Bath With S/O ~ perf. unit

Tinder Bios ~ hyung line

Mingyu as First Time Dad💖

Seventeen First Dates💖

What would drunk sex w/ SVT be like (♨?)

SVT - How members tease to rile their S/O up

SVT Reaction - His Innocent S/O Reading Smut of Him

SVT Reaction - S/O Having Thick Thighs

SVT Reaction - Dirty Minded S/O

SVT - MTL to get so emotionally overwhelmed during sex that they accidentally say "I love you"

SVT - MTL to leave hickies all over your thighs

SVT - Who has game & Who is bitchless💖

SVT - nicknames for S/O

SVT as Dads💖

SVT Dumb Shower Habits💖

SVT as Bottoms (🔞?)

I also wanted to tag some of my favorite writers that have written some of the things in this list or that I’ll add things from later. Definitely check them all out, as well as all the other writes behind these works.

@bitchlessdino @huiranghaes @dontflailmenow @twogyuu @milfgyuu @onlymingyus @sluttywonwoo @sluttyminghao @venerex @fallinwoozi @rubyreduji @thepixelelf @februaryflowers @wooahaes @multi-kpop-fanfics

#svt fic #svt smut #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #svt #seventeen #seventeen dino #seventeen chan #lee chan #lee dino

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joonsmagicshop · 4 months

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Welcome to JoonsMagicShop!

Hi Everyone!

My name is Emily and I'm a 29 year old Canadian girl

I'm a fan of BTS, Seventeen and anything else that comes across my dash.

I am Namjoon/Taehyung biased and Joshua/Woozi/Hoshi biased

Empty/Bot blogs will be blocked

You can find my masterlist HERE

I also will be posting fics to my A03 which you can find here

Requests are closed

Send me an ask if you wanted to be tagged in a fic

however

If you do not have you age in your tumblr bio or anywhere on your blog you will be blocked. This blog is 18+ because I read and write mostly smut. If you are a minor DNI with my blog

My ask box is always open if you want to hangout and chat :)

Thanks for stopping by!

*Beautiful divider made by Fireflygraphics*

#emily talks #pinned post

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lovejoshua · 1 month

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Ilem!!! How have you been ? I wanted to come in here saying that I LOVE your theme page. I know it’s been there for a while and I am quite late 😭 but I still wanna give out that appreciation

ALSO THE SEVENTEEN COME ACK IS COMING

the teasers are so crazy and have you seen woozi hair

It’s like suga 2.0 but evil 😂

SOF!!! 💞🫂 I'VE MISSED YOU

I have been okay!! starting a new job soon so anxious about the change of pace but it's a part of life ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ how have you been?

thank you so much 🥺🥺 i don't really have anything for people to search for but i thought making a bio page would be cute hehe i love going on other people's blogs and seeing how they design theirs.

AND I HAVE YET TO SEE THE SECOND TEASER 😭😭 but omg woozi is going to END me. i need him and yoongi to do something soon. also the clip of dino?? WONWOO??? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#GOING CRAZYYY #ngl i'm still iffy about ai being used to critique it 🙁 felt like it could've been critique without having to use it #but we shall see the whole thing #AHH THANK YOU FOR THIS 🫂🫂#hope to talk to you more again🥺🥺#txt-yaomi

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catboy-jaebeom · 6 months

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this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

it's been a year already since my last pinned, and I got shadowbanned exactly around that time back then because of course I did, so here's a new one 🩷

I'm Autumn, but you can call me Faon as well. my pronouns are they/ them. ticked all the boxes on the queer registration form, and I'm currently in a queerplatonic poly relationship. I was born in '95. central european & white. future linguistics student. proud plant parent. kpop fan. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak english and german, and I'm studying french, japanese, korean and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. I sometimes make cat ear edits and vampire edits of idols and actors ( see: my icon ) so if you want me to make one for you, you can DM me.

my interests and hyperfixations change over time — yes, it was a phase, mum! name a constant state of being, mum! — and I change my username every two years, round about. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, live action one piece show, and I'm watching a couple of kdramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, vampyr and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age as well as the james bond / 00q fandoms, and I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie. also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you. you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf.

this blog of mine was created in 2012, I was on here already when you could still count on the superwholock people to throw gifs at posts although I was never one of them, which, trust me, was a hilarious feeling in hindsight asjfjahajft. I have one sideblog worthy of note @splittergheist which is my writing blog, and I have a secret sideblog for my omegaverse / miscecanis stuff ( much more the lifestyle, world building and concept than the smut and stuff, I'll be honest, but no hate at all!! ) that I might give out if someone asks nicely and privately.

that said, I tag my posts extensively, and if you ask politely, I will try and tag specific things for you too! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 🦈 oftentimes I will message you privately when you've sent me an ask that doesn't seem to be an ask game or such! and while I do post stuff for tag games I'm not a fan of tagging others unless we're, like, really close, sorry ><

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the tag. I also put some "reviews" written by mutuals about my blog there, thank you everyone, you're lovely 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright I think we all could need that at the moment. I would super love new people to talk to ( please have your age / some approximate of it in your bio; I'm totally fine with talking to minors but I would like to know I am before I do, thank u ) so message me or reply to this!

kpop stuff

ult group: GOT7

other groups I like: NCT 127, WayV, Red Velvet, ITZY, Seventeen, SHINee, ONEUS; ...

soloists I like: XIA / Kim Junsu, Taemin

biases: Lim Jaebeom & Choi Youngjae; Nakamoto Yuta; Xiaojun; Kang Seulgi; Hwang Yeji; Joshua Hong & Lee Seokmin; Choi Minho & Taemin; Kim Leedo & Lee Seoho; Park Seonghwa & Jeong Yunho; Kanemoto Yoshi; ...

wreckers: Mark Tuan & Kim Yugyeom; Ten Lee; Kim Mingyu & Lee Woozi; Kang Yeosang & Song Mingi; ...

for as long as xitter still lives, you can find my kpop account under: jaebueomgi

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@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on 22nd November:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on 22nd November:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

#itzy #got7 #nct 127 #red velvet #xia #vampires #langblr #quantum leap 2022 #baldur's gate 3 #wayv #shinee #cbjb does stuff #stray 2019

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muffinwoozi · 8 months

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— masterpost 💌

hello! welcome to my blog <3 i write seventeen fics that focus on feedism and weight gain in a sexual context. if that’s not your thing, please do not scroll down any further. even though not all of my work is sexually explicit or nsfw, this is a kink blog so everything here is inherently linked to that. please do not interact if you’re a minor. my bias is woozi (obviously!) and my favourite pairings to write are soonhoon and minwon, but i’m open to writing for any svt pairing! if there’s something you’d like me to write, my bio should indicate whether or not requests are open. i will accept most requests granted they do not violate my hard limits.

things i'm really into:

☆ dom/sub dynamics

☆ size contrast

☆ body worship and praise

☆ stuffing

☆ soft feedism

☆ bratty feedees ๑•ᴗ•๑

hard limits:

☆ self or reader insert & oc-centric fics

☆ omegaverse & a/b/o dynamics

☆ hybrids

☆ scat

☆ death feedism

other than the things listed above, i'm pretty much open to writing about anything, so don't hesitate to send in your requests. i don't kinkshame!

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

fic masterlist 🩶

tease 🐯🍚 - dom feedee jihoon won't let his sub feeder soonyoung touch him until he's completely full ;)

serenity 🐶🐱 - after growing out of his favourite jeans, mingyu worries his boyfriend is no longer attracted to him. luckily, wonwoo is there to prove him wrong ♡

size up 🍒🍚 - jihoon loves the way growing out of his work clothes feels, and seungcheol is more than happy to facilitate that ;)

kabedon 🐱🦖 - sometimes, chan doesn't know how to direct his own strength size. wonwoo's not complaining.

#kpop feederism #weight gain fic #svt feederism #masterpost #muffinwoozi

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zuhoscrumb · 2 years

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Genre: Smut

Pairing: boyfriend!woozi X reader

Word Count: 1320

Warning/s: Swearing, Fingering, Blindfolds

Synopsis: You watch as your extremely talent boyfriend, Woozi, works on one a special comeback. Little did you know that was only one of the things he’s been working on.

A/N: WOW?! OMG?! IS THIS THE LONG AWAITED WOOZI FIC THAT I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT FOR 2 MONTHS?! Yes. This is by far one of the most vanilla things I’ve written so far but i hope you enjoy! I also did not proof read so… I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been so busy and I hate to say that I’m only gonna get busier but I will try to work on requests for now! Happy reading!! Also feel free to send in a drabble (prompt list on my card in bio).

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriend playing the piano.

He's been working on his solo album and he’s been experimenting with different instruments. He seems really set on piano however.

For the past week you wake up to the wondrous sound of your boyfriend working his magic on the keys.

It’s something out of a movie. You feel like a Disney princess, waking up to your prince.

“Morning,” you say with a stretch.

“Hello sleeping beauty,” he says, continuing his beautiful melody.

You take your time getting out of bed and just watch him.

You look at his focus, his enjoyment, his passion.

You loved watching him work. Whether it was at home, his office, on stage- Jihoon was made for music and you knew it.

You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek,” I’m gonna get ready,” you smile before kissing him again.

“Do you have to go,” Jihoon stopped playing, and straddled the seat, turning to you.

“Unfortunately,” you say, letting go.

“Now I have to work alone with no one to entertain,” he sighs dramatically.

“You can entertain yourself,” you tease, undressing and turning on the shower.

You reluctantly get ready for work, and kiss your boyfriend goodbye.

It was a stressful day.

The printer got jammed twice, your coworker accidentally spilled coffee on you, your heel broke-

It was just… a mess.

You get home and flop on the couch.

You hear the faint sound of a wonderful melody coming from your bedroom.

“Is he still going,” you sigh.

You kick off your shoes and make your way to the bedroom slowly.

“How was work,” he asked, not breaking eye contact from the piano.

He spent all day on this melody and he’s almost done. He can taste victory.

“The worst, as always,” you say, stripping yourself of your clothes and putting on your pajama shirt and throwing yourself on your shared bed.

“Well I’m almost done here, we can do something to ease your mind,” he said.

Not picking up on his signals you give a tired,”Ok,” and proceed to scroll through your phone.

It was the same shit, people enjoying their lives, traveling, hanging out with their families.

You closed your phone and made your way next to your boyfriend.

You watched him skillfully glide his fingers against the keys flawlessly soothing you with each sound.

When Jihoon stopped he quickly scribbled the note on a piece of paper.

“I’m finally done,” he cheered leaning on your shoulder.

“Aw so I don’t get to wake up to you playing anymore?”

“If watching my hands makes you so happy I have an idea,” he smiles innocently.

You blushed a little but you didn’t want to get yourself too excited. Woozi was mildly sexually active.

It’s like after every session he would spend weeks building up stamina. This worked for you because he would give you more than enough pleasure to last you his recharge period.

He literally edged you for 2 hours once, trust me, it’s for your own good.

“Hmm like what,” you question, partly playing along, partly wondering what he was actually suggesting.

“Well…” he trailed off, going into a drawer and getting a blindfold.

He wrapped it gently but securely around your eyes and led you to the bed. He kissed you sensually while removing your clothing.

Whenever Jihoon took out the blindfold you never failed to get excited. You never knew where he was or what he would do or use next.

You sensed he moved. Out of the room maybe? You couldn’t be sure.

You heard the weight of his feet on the floor, letting you know he was back.

Sounds like he brought in a piece of furniture?

“Up,” Jihoon commanded, giving you his hand and helping you up. He laid you down on a long cushioned seat… the piano seat?

It was long enough for you to lay your upper body in it and for your feet to lay planted on the floor.

“Whenever I work you like to ask me questions, no?”

“Yes.”

“So consider this a quiz.”

You felt your partner’s hands rub against your thighs. He trailed up to your core and gave attention to your clit.

Your breathing started to get uneven at the sensation. There was a catch.

He's been giving you what you wanted for too long now. You knew him better than that. He wanted you to earn your pleasure. To deserve to cum.

He inserted two fingers into you and used the flat of this thump to rub your clit.

“I’m gonna play a key, and you have to tell me what it is. If you’re wrong, I’ll slow down or even stop. If you’re correct, I’ll take off one article of clothing. And when I’m undressed I’ll fuck you. Understand?”

The terms seemed pretty easy under normal circumstances, but you had fucking Woozi, of kpop boy group Seventeen’s, fingers inside of you.

“Yes.”

Jihoon played a key.

You felt every thought you’ve ever had drift away, including the answer.

“I- I don’t know,” you sighed.

Woozi reduced his speed a bit. It was the first question, you were nervous, of course he was gonna cut you a bit of slack.

You heard the second tone.

“C sharp,” you chirped.

You took a bit of piano in your heyday, only because it was mandatory to take an instrument, and you remembered C sharp.

“Good,” Woozi praised, removing his fingers temporarily before taking off his shirt and putting his pretty fingers back into you and rubbing your clit.

Realistically you only had to get 2 more right to “win” but that never completely registered in your head because of the feeling between your legs.

He played another tone.

You thought for a bit,”A Fla- A… Sharp?”

“Which one sweetie,” Woozi teased, biting his lip at the sight of you.

Slowly unraveling into a moaning mess as you indulge in his biggest fixation. His two worlds collided in such a way that he couldn’t help but get excited.

“Can you please play it again,” you whimper trying to keep your head on straight so you can get this shitty day fucked out of you.

He did it again.

“Flat, A flat,” you say confidently.

“Such a smart girl for me,” Woozi praised, sliding off his shorts.

“Last one,” he says, his fingers going deeper into you, rubbing a very sensitive cluster of nerves.

He played a key.

You trembled in silence as Jihoon impatiently awaited your reply.

“Mayb-“

“Fuck it,” Woozi cursed removing his hand and taking off his underwear.

He positioned himself between your legs and rubbed your clit with his thumb as he slowly slid into you.

Your breaths became even more uneven as you felt your partner's member fill you up.

After a few slow thrust to prep you he started to speed up.

You lifted your shirt and started to squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples, the pain egging on the pleasure Jihoon put onto you.

You felt yourself come up on your first orgasm, Woozi did too. The way your walls squeezed his member so delicious made his thrust faster.

Your body worked him up so much that he felt himself on the edge too. He’s been dropping signals to have sex with you for weeks but you were just not picking up.

The way you obliviously turned him worked him up so much so he was basically on edge for days.

He was so satisfied to have gotten you back, to work you up, even though he gave up and gave in, in the end.

You came on his cock but his thrusts stayed consistent, he followed soon after painting your walls with his cum.

But this was just the first thing Woozi had in store for you.

#smut #seventeen #seventeen woozi #lee jihoon #woozi smut #kpop #kpop smut #fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt #svt x reader

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fallen-and-holy · 9 months

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Background/Bio post for fictotype/fabling

Cw for GIANT ASS POST (2.5k words) and for traumatic background stuff, abuse, villainous stuff, gore, etc. We’re not glorifying it.

Tokoyami Eztli, known by people close to him as “Shi”, is a non-canon character from MHA/BNHA. He’s a trans guy, uses he/it pronouns, is pansexual, and is in its early twenties. Its quirk is Khaos, which is similar to Tokoyami Fumikage’s Dark Shadow. A sentient shadow being named Khaos, along with birdlike mutations on the user's body.

Our life started about 21 years before the events of canon started. Our father was the brother of Tokoyami Fumikage’s father, which is how we’re related. Our parents never wanted a child, and even more so a queer child with a ‘villainous’ quirk. Most of our childhood was spent enduring emotional and physical abuse from our mother, and neglect from our father. We visited Fumikage often, because his parents wanted a relationship, but our parents were always ‘mysteriously busy’. From the moment he was born, we thought of him as our little brother. When we were around 11, we lost control of our quirk and seriously injured a neighborhood kid. We ran, and our parents lost control and tried to kill us. We- m. We killed them, in self defense. The police found us sobbing, and of course assumed that ‘the kid with the villainous quirk finally snapped and killed its poor, innocent parents. The bruises, scars, and blunt force trauma we found on him must have been from his parents' self defense!!!’ and shipped us off to a prison for dangerous, villainous kids. Neither Khaos nor us liked that very much, so we broke out, and started living on the streets. It wasn’t great, but we did what we had to. Khaos and us ended up beating the hell out of a lot of people who tried to hurt us, or the other homeless people we were hanging out with. Eventually, we got such a reputation that other people on the streets would come to us for protection, and offer whatever food, shelter, etc they had. We’d protect them, and take whatever we needed to survive. We ended up being a kinda unofficial vigilante? But we didn’t go after the big, flashy villains, as long as they left us and our people alone. At one point, when Hitoshi was around 11, he ran away from his foster home because of mistreatment due to his quirk. He happened to live in the same city as us, so when we heard of a runaway kid with a ‘villainous quirk’, we were immediately intrigued. We took him under our wing (so to speak) for a few days, but he ended up going back to the foster system. We still met up from time to time, and he basically became a little brother.

After a few years, we started hearing of a new kid on the streets, with an extremely dangerous and destructive fire quirk. He minded his own business mostly, so we didn’t go looking for him. At one point, though, we found him after a quirk malfunction getting fucked up by some assholes. In a normal situation he could take care of himself, but he was half comatose and delirious from heat damage. We took the guys out, and took Dabi to the place we were staying at the time. When we picked him up, he made some woozy comment about us being an angel, and it's been his nickname for us since. We bandaged him up as best we could, and when he woke up he took off. After that, we ran into each other and saved each other’s lives often enough that we became- allies with benefits was the best word for it. When he joined the League, we did some sniffing around. It had potential, even if it kinda sucked at that point sadfjkahlsfdj. So we joined. The events of our universe split from canon at the training camp. The kids got Bakugo’s marble back somehow, and we made the split second decision to take him instead. We personally thought from the beginning that he would have been a better candidate, but at that point Tomura probably would have killed us for suggesting we had a better plan than him :/ We watched him at the sports festival (we keep tabs on kids with ‘unusual’ quirks, look out for them as much as we can) and we recognized the look in his eyes when he saw his ‘father’ in the stands. So when we uh- when we kidnapped him we convinced Tomura to let us talk to him. And we told him what happened to us. How the whole system, the police, the heroes, just made everything worse. And I told him he didn’t have to be a hero. I told him he didn’t have to join us, either, that I'd make sure he got out safely if he refused. And i told him that if he did join, i would personally make sure he got to exact his vengeance. Also, we knew Dabi was Toya (he told us once while we were high and traumadumping), so we made him go in there and talk to his little brother. They- didn’t make up, not immediately, Dabi still had a lot of shit to work through- but they started. Sho joined the League, but decided to stay at UA and keep his involvement with us a secret. We took him ‘under our wing’, and he became like a little brother to us. Around that point, we also became really close with Himiko. She was a little sister to us. (are you starting to notice a pattern??) Tomura was pissed at the time that he didn’t know what we said to convince Sho to join, but having Endeavor's son in his league was big enough for him to let it go. Things passed like that for a bit, but we started to get more concrete Feelings for Dabi, no longer just a fuckbuddies thing. We also started getting closer to Tomura by gaming with him (and getting fuckin destroyed lol) and getting him high with us. He chilled out a bit over time, we think being treated like An Actual Human Being was all he needed. We kinda assumed Dabi and I were already dating, bc we said ‘ily’ all the time during aftercare and when we were alone, but apparently he thought it was just a sex thing?? God he’s so stupid we love him so much- anyway eventually we had A Discussion and started actually dating. Around that time we both realized we had a massive and hopeless crush on Tomura so we commiserated about that a lot- it all came to a head when Tomura and i just snapped and kissed him- he kissed back, but then broke it and was all worried like “i thought u and Dabi were together” and we were like- “yea and he has a Fat Crush on u too” (not verbatim) and so then i ran and got him and we all ended up making out. We made both of them go to therapy <3

We kept tabs on Fumikage. After we- after our parents died, we never saw him again. But we watched him, tried to make sure he was okay. When he got into UA, we were proud but worried. We know what the hero system can do to kids like us. We saw him a couple of times in battles, but he never recognised us, which was understandable. At one point though, we were in a battle together. (HEROES SHOULD NOT LET FUCKING CHILDREN BE ON THEIR BATTLEFIELDS!!!!) the League was retreating, Giri’s portal was about to close, when something started to collapse on top of Fumi. We didn’t even think, just launched ourself at him and pushed him out of the way. Khaos managed to keep the thing (dont remember exactly what it was, it was person-sized and made of concrete) from killing us, but we got knocked the fuck out. We woke up in a hero holding cell, with Eraserhead and Fumikage on the other side of the glass. We didn’t- we didn’t do well with the quirk suppressant cuffs. Khaos is- xey’re a sentient being, and a part of us. You can’t just- take xem away. We had a breakdown and nearly managed to get through the glass. Eraserhead- understood, though. Fumi helped convince him because- well, he knew. They got the cuffs off us, and we behaved very well after that. They wanted to know why I saved Fumi, and I decided to tell them the truth. That i would save the life of any child on the battlefield, but that Fumi was my brother (cousin, whatever. He’s our brother). I told them what my ‘parents’ did to me, and what I had to do to them. I told them what the police, what the heroes, what the system did to me. And I told Fumi I loved him. And then the League broke into my cell <33 they knocked out Eraserhead, but we wouldn’t let them touch Fumi. And we told him where to find us if he wanted. The others were Pissed that we risked our life, but it was worth it to us. A few weeks later, Fumi showed up at the ‘neutral ground’ coffee shop we frequented. We restarted our relationship, and became close again. We love our collection of little siblings <33 oh! Speaking of that- in our canon, the overhaul arc was basically: overhaul murdered Big Sis and took Atushiro’s arm. Not Allowed, obviously. Tomura had a genius moment, and pretended to be ‘impressed by his show of strength’ and sent me and Dabi to play nice with him to find somewhere to stab him in his back. When i found out what he was doing to Eri, i lost it. I made Dabi hide her eyes, and i destroyed that fucker. Took his arm, for Atushiro, and his eyes, for Big Sis. Left him alive though, dumped him on Endeavor’s doorstep with a “You’re welcome” and something ominous about ‘consequences that abusers will face’ note. We took Eri home with us, and she immediately became the League’s kid, and my next little sister. We couldn’t keep her, though. A villains lair is no place for a kid. I heard how well Eraserhead treated his kids from Toshi, Fumi, and Sho, so i brought her to him. It was a pretty awkward moment tbh- he came downstairs in his flat and i was. just Sitting There. At his table. With a small child. I explained the situation to him, and managed to get out w/out being arrested. After that, me and Eraserhead had an understanding.

Uhhhh that’s all i can think abt that doesn’t happen in canon/isn’t too new/isn’t still developing, so have some random fun facts!

Himiko was the first to ever groom my wings. She was a little sister to me, preening like it was natural to her. She was excited to do it. That was new to me, any intimacy was. Her preening was quick, exuberant, and she’d wriggle happily in her seat the whole time.

Dabi was the second. He saw my grooming sessions with Himi, and he was curious. I sat down with him, and taught him how to do it. It became a regular thing, even before we started dating. His preening was a little rough, a little clumsy, but it was him, he was trying. And that meant everything to me.

Tomura was the last to learn. It wasn’t until we started dating that he let himself touch me, let himself be gentle. He was careful and quiet, learning the way my feathers fit together, the way to coax them into place. He was terrified of hurting me, but he never did. I was never afraid of him.

Every human has a scent, but only people with animal mutant or scenting quirks can smell them. A tiny bit of the world only a few people could see (so to speak).

Dabi smelled of fire. Burning. Cigarettes and gasoline. Acrid smoke. Beneath all that though, was a hint of what his scent must have been before. Palo Santo, a sweet woody scent. He’d probably be insufferable if he found out it was a sacred wood.

Himi smelled of blood and citrus, bright and metallic.

Tomura smelled of hibiscus and honey, sweet and regal.

I smelled of sandalwood and vanilla, earthy and sharp. Khaos smelled of fog and jasmine.

Fumikage was sandalwood and rose, with Dark Shadow being fog and blueberry.

Sho was a funky lil combination of floral and mossy wood scents, rose and amber.

Dabi and I knew each other before the league. We were homeless teens on the streets at the same time. I saved his life once or twice, he returned the favor. (and gave me my nickname of ‘angel’ while delirious from blood loss)

We’d sit on rooftops, smoking and trauma dumping, just holding each other through the pain. Sometimes we’d look at the stars, just… being together. Against all the odds.

Tomura and I weren’t as close in the beginning, but he respected me. And when I learned he liked the same games as me, I started playing with him. Through that, and through missions, we got closer. And once we started dating, the late night playing sessions always ended with us tangled together, luxuriating in each other's presence.

Dabi sometimes joined us, although his version of ‘joining’ us involved not playing and begging for attention the entire time.

Dabi and I would share cigarettes and joints, and usually ended up making out by the end of the session.

For most of my life, I fought with knives and my claws close up, while Khaos did long range attacks around me. After the fight with Re Destro, Tomura got me a new weapon. Strengthened metal claws that retract into rings at will. He didn’t say out loud that he was proud of us, but I know he meant it.

Dabi and I share a nickname. “Phoenix”. It's surprisingly not the hero's fault this time, but the reporters. I was doing ‘villainous stuff’ (we thought it counted as vigilante work because of how terrible the people we hunted were but I guess you’re only doing good for the world if you’re taking down flashy villains) and Dabi was coincidentally doing a lot of arson in that same area, and the media ‘connected the dots’ and called us a ‘dangerous new villain’ with ‘some sort of bird-mutant quirk and a penchant for arson’ which… i mean isn’t wrong- but anyway they dubbed this ‘new villain’ Phoenix.

Dabi and I thought it was fucking hilarious and now Tomura calls us his ‘Pheonix princes’ which is just aaaaaa /vpos

..I didn’t actually know how to read when I joined the league. I could recognize important stuff, like ‘danger’ ‘do not enter’ etc, but I couldn't read. Giri and/or Kumo started to teach me sometime after we broke them out of Tartarus.

I’d fluff up my feathers when angry or scared; my pupils, while usually slit like a cats, would dilate when I was happy/excited/loving

Mirko and I had a kinda frenemies thing going on? We’d chat, gossip, and play flirt while fighting each other, it was pretty fun.

Our tail!!! Our tail was so cool!! It was a thin whiplike tail, with a fan of feathers at the end that could fold up. It didn’t take up much space, and we could fold it back when not using it, but it was useful for balance/steering in flight. Also, we could smack ppl with it!! :D

Although our wings had blackbird coloration, they were shaped like a falcons', and so were our talons.

Uhhh there u go!! Ty for reading this monstrosity of a post- if anyone wants to rant abt their OCs/non-canon characters in my asks PLEASE do- i want to hear about them sm <3

#alterhuman #otherkin #fictionkin #fictionkind #fabling #mha fabling #mha fictionkin #mha oc #bnha fabling #bnha fictionkin #bnha oc #actually median #median system #ockin #non canon kin #non canon character

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