JASON TODD really, really liked you. more than he wanted to admit to himself.
he felt like a fucking fool every time he thought too hard about it - about you - a blush painting his cheeks he'd hoped you'd never see.
luckily, with you, there were hardly any questions - nothing to make sense of - like something just clicks in his head.
the word that comes to mind to describe Jason as a lover is reverent.
even as you kiss, he can't help but marvel at how beautiful you look in his arms. how he'd do anything you asked of him. how things felt instinctive and right with you.
he kisses you like he could never get enough.
pinning you beneath him, just wanting to be close, he peppers kisses up your neck and jaw, nipping your soft skin before easing the sting with laves of his tongue.
he couldn't help the tinge of ego that comes to the surface when he hears your gasp as he carries you to bed with no effort. the awe he feels when he reaches down to feel how wet your panties are for him; he’s barely touched you, and you're soaking.
can’t help his delight at being tasked with swallowing the noises that escape your lips when he begins to touch you. he feels a possessiveness course through his veins. you were glorious. and this was all for him.
you squirm and grind against his touch, brushing against the sizable tent that was growing in his pants. he smiles against your lips as he encourages the way you reach down to palm him through his pants. the way you undo the fly and wrap your hands around his cock.
he teases you with his length at first, running it over your cloth covered clit before pulling your panties to the side to tease your increasingly wet folds - a taste of what's to come.
he could cum this way, he thinks. just rubbing his cock against your pretty pussy. you were so fucking warm and wet.
as he pushes into you with a groan, even just the tip is a stretch for your sweet cunt at first. it's a tight fit as you adjust, and he has to take deep breaths to not lose himself in you right away.
your fingers rake up and down his back, almost ritualistically, as he continues to ease into you inch by inch.
he runs his hands over your body like you're something precious, forehead pressed to yours as he fucks you. he takes his time and wants you to feel all of him.
he marvels at how you take him so well, the way you scrunch your nose as you adjust to him. he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, urging you to release it from the way it was worried between your teeth. he wanted to hear how good he made you feel.
and if you wanted it, it would be so easy for him to just give all of himself to you. to thrust all the way in and set his pace, drinking in your sweet noises, attaining the closeness he also so desperately wanted. would hardly be any effort at all.
and the way your cunt flutters around him? feels like you might want it too. he knows he hopes you do.
but he's going to hold off until you say so. wants to let you set the pace: to hear your pretty voice ask for exactly what you want.
lol jokes apart, but I have had this lil headcanon of artist Redacted and their muse angel. Or a WEBTOON creator redacted and their editor angel, slow burn pro max hehehe ✨✨
Blowing you up mwah mwah 💥 🖤🖤
forgot my own formatting WHATEVERRR
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Unsociable Webtoon Artist Ren yayyy
"Thank you for supporting us! Enjoy the rest of the con!" With a bright smile, you wave away the two attendees and sit down.
The man beside you gives off a grumble as he loudly slides your chair closer to his. "Finally. 'Thought they'd never leave." He practically drapes himself over your shoulder, pink hair brushing against you. [REDACTED]'s lips press to your cheek, chin, then find a favored spot on your neck.
"You're gonna get us kicked out," you whisper, but make no move to get away.
"Don't get my hopes up."
You let him be. It was your last day in the artist alley. They'd done almost everything to keep people away from the booth, but the allure of Always With You merch and an autograph from the (disgruntled) creator was enough for a few devoted fans to approach.
Some even stopped by more than once.
"Heyyy you guys!" came the voice of a patron you'd seen plenty over the weekend. They wore an obscure cosplay each day, and today's outfit was a sight to see.
You stood up as they came closer — both of you ignoring your partner's tch of annoyance. "Oh my god. A Gloomy cosplay??" You scrambled out of the booth to get a closer look.
"Yeah, I just had to after yesterday. It was rushed, and I didn't really do too well with the wig—" They shake their head to let the dark bangs fall over their face. "—but I think it looks great, right?"
"It's amazing!! Ren, we've gotta take a picture!" Excitedly, you turned back to him.
He reluctantly stood, dragging himself over to you as if pulled by a leash. "We're not supposed t'leave the booth unattended, Angel. Regulations."
You give him a look. The gall of him to say that after running sabotage all weekend. "Okay, nerd. Make it quick then."
[REDACTED] pushes up his glasses and pulls out his phone. As you scoot beside the cosplayer, you suddenly remember his… horrible picture taking etiquette. "Actually, let me do it."
You take his phone — despite the screen being cracked to shit, it did have much better photo quality than yours — and nudge him towards your number one fan, then line up the shot.
The fan wore a huge grin, completely opposite to Gloomy's character. But someone had to be smiling in this picture. "Rennn," you goaded him.
He managed to draw his mouth into something more presentable than his trademark frown, and gave a sarcastic thumbs up.
It was the best you'd get. You snapped the photo.
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You spent another twenty minutes gushing with the fan about AWY while [REDACTED] openly sulked. Having someone else around to match your non-stop-yapper energy had other attendees coming up to take a look. In spite of your partner's menacing aura, the cheery atmosphere of your booth didn't drop when the Gloomy cosplayer left. There was even a line for a little while.
By the time the artist alley closed, you'd sold way more than you expected. But you were exhausted.
"Ugh, I'm so glad we're not tabling tomorrow," you mutter as you shove the remaining merch box into his car.
Your blue eyed companion gave a smug smile over the open trunk. "Never goin' to a con again?"
"Not what I said." You roll your eyes and lean against the car. "Come here."
He slams the trunk shut, all too happy to have the ordeal over with. As they step closer, you're tempted to collapse into his arms.
Instead, you reach up to ruffle his pink mop of hair. "You survived another ten hours of people who aren't me. Good job."
The sudden blush creeping up his neck betrays his outward calm. "... 'S fine as long as y'had fun."
With a quick look around the parking garage to make sure no one was around, you decide to tease him further. "Who's my good boyyy?"
"Me," came his instant, proud reply. He lets you go on a bit longer before leaning down to bump his forehead against yours. "Ready to go home, love?"
"Oh good you're still here!" The smile on [REDACTED]'s face melts away into pure disgust, and you turn around to find the source of his mood.
The Gloomy cosplayer waves as they run over. "I forgot to give you my socials so you can tag me!" Surprisingly, they approach your notoriously unfriendly partner.
You can see the angry gears turning in his head as they hand him a crinkled napkin scribbled with their information.
They seem unperturbed and continue talking as he stands there with a frown. "I can't wait to see the picture! And for the next Always With You chapter. Gloomy is such a great love interest! He really compliments the main character so well and — I mean I don't need to tell you that but honestly they're my OTP!!"
"... … … … Thanks," [REDACTED] eventually replies. You stare in amazement. He hadn't said a word to them all weekend.
Someone across the garage shouts for them and they hurry away. "Bye!!"
Confused but somehow satisfied with the interaction, you take the paper from his hand before those unhealthy urges get the better of him. You both get into the car. [REDACTED] mulls over his thoughts, biting the corner of his lip for a few moments.
"I coulda ripped that stupid paper up in front o'them just now," he suddenly says. You nod. "But I didn't."
You nod again. "Yeah, you didn't."
He confidently nods along as he starts the engine. "So I deserve more praise n' head pats when we get home."
you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah
it hurts, an ache between your ribs that never truly goes away; a new crack that heals uncomfortably in your bones, in your soul. you're of no use as the priority, so you've resigned yourself to being second (or third, or fourth) best every time they call for you.
you see them smiling at each other, a quirk to their lips that call to a certain kind of fondness; there's a sparkle in their eyes that always dulls when their attention turns to you. resigned themselves, almost.
cam girl darling does a bit every friday night where she tells her chat that whoever can guess the color of her underwear first gets to choose what she fucks herself on.
at first, it worked perfectly. it brought tons of people to her stream with the promise of a free personalized show, then kept them there since their dicks were already in their hands. plenty of new people started flooding her stream when the word started spreading of her little game, which increased her viewership overall. it was fun.
but then it started getting… weird.
well, one viewer in particular made it weird. she definitely recognized his username, he was a serial viewer and patron, so she didn’t think it was too weird when he wound up being the winner a couple times in a row.
but when he won every friday for a full month. she started feeling like something was off.
she thought that maybe the panty colors she had were too predictable - she did tend to stick to simple skin tones and pastels - so she bought some new pairs, reds and oranges and yellows. All sorts of wacky colors.
but the next friday, he won again. not only did he know that the panties were orange. he knew that they were specifically neon orange.
and it only got worse.
the descriptions got more and more specific. "lace baby pink, with the little bows on the hips" or "yellow cotton panty with ribbed trim and pink flower print" it was the kind of description you could only give if you'd seen them beforehand.
eventually it got too scary. she announced the next friday that she was retiring the panty game and apologized to everyone who enjoyed it. her most devoted patron stayed eerily silent for the whole stream.
the next friday she got home from work and shrugged off her coat, moseying to her room to start setting up her stream.
only to find a surprise on the bed.
a lacy black thong, one that she'd mentioned wanting to buy during some obscure stream months ago.
her heart pounded as she backed away from the bed, head spinning so fast she felt like she might be sick. only to run into something hard, warm and broad.
"you really have to remember to close your blinds, sweetheart." he purred, clamping a large palm over her mouth to stifle her scream.
"I thought — actually, it was Laura who thought, but — uh, we thought that you should know that the reason you guys got the slot that freed up was because another band put your name forward. Well, specifically, one member of a band, who is apparently owed a favor by Valentina Allegra de Fontaine — she’s the head of O.X.E; they’ve run the festival for the past few years — so, as you can imagine, she's not a person who cashes out on favors very often, but — "
“Okay,” Kate cuts in, a strange reversal of their typical dynamic. “Jeez, Clint, spit it out already.”
Clint’s mouth pinches in a way that only ever happens on rare occasion, and only when he’s experiencing genuine discomfort.
“It was Yelena,” he says simply, leaving the rest unsaid.
And when it comes to Yelena, this leaves a lot unsaid.
notes: Happy National Mac and Cheese Day! Some friends and I decided to do a fanwork exchange to celebrate and this is my contribution, for the incomparable @fiddleabout! You'll be able to find all the works made for this event on Tumblr and AO3, so be sure to check them all out. :) Also many, many thanks to @corvophobia for the amazinggg art she drew for this fic, tucked away in chapter two.
I've been busy like crazy lately!! I just got out of culminating projects, exams, and graduation, so I haven't been able to draw anything finished for a while. It's been a few weeks of not having time or energy to draw but the gears are turning again!
Of all things I've been playing Delusional by Simon Curtis on loop, and it gave me an idea for a sketch to do. Usually for pieces like this I'll put the key lyrics in, but there were so many lines to choose from and nowhere to fit them so this one doesn't have any.
This took just about 6 hours total to finish. I remember starting the sketch like "there's no way I can line this" but only two of the Emmets took longer than 20 minutes, some took less than 10. All the colouring and shading happened in around 2 hours.
My brain is a bit fried to work on AUs lately, but hopefully I'll be able to get more sketches done in summer. I hope you guys are having a great start to July, I'll see you later!
Kim and Ramona decide to go out for drinks while Scott's at home sick. One thing leads to another, and Kim brings up an old interest without thinking about it, inadvertently saying something very silly, which may or may not, in turn, lead to her doing something silly.
I was initially planning on publishing something Scott focused first, but I woke up one morning and this entire scene just kinda spilled out of my head. I hope you lot don't mind some vaguely lesbian shenanigans. It's a bit of a slow burn to start.
"...Kim, what th' hell are you on about?"
These are the words that slap Kimberly Pine out of her drunken stupor and make her realize where she is, who she's with, and what she just said. Her cheeks practically glow from the heat they're producing.
Where: Lee's Palace, a little after midnight, several drinks deep, head lazily propped on one hand, everything slightly spinning.
Who: Her and Ramona, on their own, shooting the shit. Kim wanted to go out for once, but Stephen was busy, she preferred drinking lighter fluid to going alone with Scott (besides, he was apparently coming down with something, or at least that's what he'd said at rehearsal), and anybody else felt a little weird, like, she just didn't know them well enough, and trying to get to know them sounded like too much effort.
And she didn't want to go alone. That was somehow sadder than going with Scott.
It seemed like an obvious choice. Besides, Kim liked Ramona and Ramona liked Kim. They certainly had things in common.
...Yes, they had things in common. Many.
But apparently not this.
"Jus'..." she cleared her throat, shaking her head to try to bring her mouth into focus. "Just...forget it, okay?"
What: Kim might've said something weird. Very, very weird, now that she thought about it. Weird enough that Ramona had paused, smile dropping, and started staring at her.
She hadn't really thought about it for a while--I mean, Scott had a shockingly good immune system. What was that saying about idiots and headcolds...? It just wasn't something that came to mind much, anymore, and they'd just been talking about nothing in particular, Ramona had brought up Scott, since he was sick, apparently, and...it just...
It didn't really matter at this point. She'd said it, Ramona heard it, and now she was staring.
She didn't really know what she'd exactly said--it wasn't really something she was thinking about, so she didn't really remember it. The words sort of just...spilled out before she could even consider how bizarre she would seem. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was just how comfortable she felt around Ramona, but she could never seem to keep her inside thoughts from becoming outside thoughts around her. And now, for maybe the first time, she was actually regretting it.
"...Okayy..." Ramona let it hang for a moment, clearly not finished with her thought. "...but...like...no, seriously, what?" ...yeah, Ramona was pretty sloshed herself. Maybe if Kim was lucky, she wouldn't remember any of this. "You think that's hot? Like, sexy?" It's not the first time, but Kim's not sure she's ever felt so strongly about curling up into a ball and dying.
She sighs, exasperated, and Ramona finally realizes what she's doing and not so subtly averts her eyes. For some reason, she's feeling embarrassed as well.
"...kinda." There are those inside thoughts again. It was barely above a whisper, to be fair.
Well, and-okay, maybe-she's sure Ramona is into some weird stuff too. It's not like-like-sneezing of all things was probably one of the most tame things you could be into. It was also, like...I mean, there are people who get off to piss. And like, people pissing themselves. Like, sneezing is kinda...normal, compared to that, maybe?
These are the thoughts running through Kim's head as she agonizes over whether Ramona will ever see her the same way. She knows she isn't convincing herself, but it's all she can do to keep from dissolving into a puddle. Or just, like, running away. Yeah, that seemed preferable.
"...huh. M'kay." Ramona's hard to read sober, and it's even harder when both of them are trashed, but she thinks that's...a good sign? "But...so, like, what about it?" "Whuh-?" "What about it is hot? I don' really get it." Kim, after a moment of processing, slowly sinks deeper into her hand.
Kill me now. Please. Please just have the roof collapse in on me.
"I...I dunno, i's just like...I dunno." She guesses that she has to give a proper answer to that, if only to keep the conversation from stalling, and making the entire thing more awkward than it already is. "Like, it's...I guess, it's like...y'know, it's vulnerability. Like you can't...you can't help it, you know? Or something..."
"Hm. I never really thought about it like that..." Ramona seemed genuinely fascinated, and Kim wasn't sure if she liked that or hated it. It certainly made her feel more at ease, though she was still feeling very self-conscious.
"And like, they're...I guess they're cute." Scott's in particular, she mumbles her way through saying. Ramona tried imagining the sound of everyone she knew sneezing, keeping Kim's words in mind, and...well, she saw what Kim meant about vulnerability. And some of them were definitely cute. Scott's definitely stood out, and there were a few...I mean, Lucas Lee had those little fairy sneezes that she'd always teased him about. She smiled thinking back on it...well, and there was Roxie. Those tiny little squeaks she always tried to muffle so she wouldn't notice...and that sound like a gunshot when she finally let them out uninhibited, thinking Ramona had already left.
But she doesn't really get what turned her on about it. It was hard to really imagine.
...Her mind turned to the sound of her own sneezes. The feeling of sneezing. Well, there was definitely something very...relieving about them. It felt good to let them out, as much as she hated to admit it. All things considered...I mean, it kinda made sense, but like...
"Huh. I guess." Now that she thought about it, she hadn't ever heard Kim sneeze. And now that they were talking about it, it made her curious. Well, and she figured, this in mind, watching somebody sneeze up close seemed like a better way to see what she's talking about.
It seemed awkward to just ask for it, though. I mean, like, to Kim, that was...that was equivalent to asking for nudes, or something, wasn't it? And it was a weird question anyway.
...But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. It was difficult to enunciate why.
I mean, well...
She liked Kim. That seemed like reason enough.
"Wellll I've never heard you sneeze before." That was maybe a bit forward, but she doesn't care. Kim never minded before. And the way her face lights up, sweating bullets as she lifts up from her hand, taken aback, also strikes Ramona as very cute.
"Y-" she blinks, hard, "Y-yeah, I...guess you haven't." It's all she can think to say, and her heart leaps as it makes Ramona chuckle.
"Sorry, that was sudden, huh? Just thinking out loud." Ramona's regained control of her speech, the alcohol apparently doing nothing but giving her more confidence. Kim, by contrast, seems to be tripping over her own tongue. Ramona had never seen her so out of sorts over anything. "Y-you..."
Kim's brain is short-circuiting. Is she suggesting what she thinks she's suggesting? What she hopes? Or is she just completely fried? I mean, she and Ramona...like...
She can't think straight. She's never felt this...out of control around her. Things had gotten hot and heavy before, sure, but...
"W-" she licks her lips, "...would you like to?"
There was her mouth working before her brain again. Though there was definitely another body part more in control than her brain or her mouth right now...
"Yeah." Ramona was blushing as well, and she wasn't entirely sure why.
There were other people in conversation around them, but the vibe had mostly simmered to more low energy, relaxed chatter; the room was filled with that kind of low drone and warmth of people enjoying each other's company without putting much effort into talking. It would put you to sleep if you weren't careful.
Kim, by contrast, was wide awake. Her whole body was filled with electricity.
She was too conscious, actually. She picked up her glass and downed the last of it in 3 gulps, slamming it onto the table so hard she feels like she'll break it, before picking up a napkin from the stack and getting to work.
"...So, like, what makes you sneeze? Should I tip this pepper shaker over your head?" Ramona wiggled it between two fingers, and Kim felt her chest tighten. "No-and put that down." Ramona quietly complied, smirking at that snip.
"I have..." the alcohol washed over her, and her hands stopped for a moment, before resuming. "I have...pretty bad allergies, but...yknow, meds. So-" finished with her creation, she held it up, one end of the napkin twisted into a downright tiny point. "We're gonna have to get creative." Ramona stared at it curiously, making an enthused little oooh sound as Kim shoved it up her left nostril.
Her nose wasn't the most sensitive in the world. I mean, even on bad allergy days, it more just felt like there was a constant itch in her nostrils that wouldn't go away, no matter what she did. And, drunk as she was, the feeling wasn't very easy to find. Add on that she hasn't done this in a while, and it makes the first minute or two of the action uncomfortable.
"...Sooo, you just twist it up like that...h'v' you done this before?" It was innocent curiosity, but the implication made Kim squirm. "Y-yeah. It's...like, one of the most consistent things you can use." "Napkins?" "Any kind of paper, really, but mos' people use tissues." She sniffled, and Ramona watched with great interest. "You ever use anything else? Like...q-tips, or something? Feathers?"
"Y-hehh-" Before she knew it, Kim finally brushed up against an especially sensitive spot, and her breath caught. Ramona's eyes widened slightly, pursing her lips. Kim cleared her throat.
"Yes. Shush, I'm tryna focus..."
Ramona smirked, enjoying both the effort she was putting in and the slur in her speech.
It went back and forth. One moment, Kim's breath caught, her eyes shut, and her body seized up. The next, her eyes blinked open, sniffling in disappointment. Ramona's eyes picked up on every little detail as it flashed past her face--the subtle way Kim's eyes would narrow into shutting, each little twitch a successive frame in series, wrestling with a reflex. The way her lips pursed and buckled as she grit her teeth; a soft pink becoming a more pronounced gradient blurring the lines between lip and skin. And that little crinkle in her nose--like crow's feet, digging into the freckled flesh as her mouth opened wide and she gasped, each breath stuttering forward high pitched and desp-
"Hh-hheEsSSSHUHH!"
-erate as she squeezes up, and up, and pitches down, forward, pressing her nose into the napkin as the sneeze explodes from her.
There's a slight lull in the air--in comparison to the lowkey vibe around them, the sound of her sneeze was about 20 dB higher. Which is to say, given the way decibels work...well, y'know, the scale is logarithmic, so-
It was really fuckin' loud.
Kim feels her cheeks redden as the room lights up in a variety of "bless you!"s and "holy shit"s, and she can hardly bring herself up to look at Ramona...who is also blushing, but also smiling in a way that makes Kim's heart sink. Her hand is practically over her mouth in muted shock, and Kim fights the urge to groan.
She sniffled, the sound significantly wetter now.
"...Okayyy..." Between the alcohol and her grin, the k sounded more like a g. She leaned in, jovial expression unbroken as Kim shifted uncomfortably. "I think I'm starting to get the pictureee..." Admittedly, Ramona isn't sure what she's getting. Kind of a boner? Definitely kind of a boner. Definitely kind of sort of a boner. "Bless you~!..." Ramona chuckled as Kim sank further into herself.
At least, looking down at the way Kim was reacting...well, and the more she thought about the sound, she supposed she did...
Maybe she's just drunk, or maybe...all of those faces Kim was making...maybe, I mean, just with her, maybe...
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"Oh." "Bwuh?!"
Bright white text appeared above her head. Some dude across the room spits out his drink. Ramona's cheeks brighten. Kim wishes she could melt through the floor.
"..." "..."
Ramona rolled a lock of her hair over her finger. "...So are you doing anything after this?" Kim blinked, watching Ramona put on her coat. "...sleeping?" "Awesome. Let's go." "...what?"
AND THEN THEY WENT TO KIM'S AND HAD AWESOME SNZBIAN SEX.
