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First and foremost: I write for myself, my ask is always open for requests, but I have a life outside of fanfiction, so sometimes I am slow and might not respond right away.

Second: I am an Adult™, I won't say Minors DNI. It is rare for me to write anything that would be inappropriate (sex or violence), but on the chance that I do, I ask if you are under the age of 18, and I have a post tagged as being NSFW or for 18+ only, please do not interact. That means no likes, no reblogs, nothing to do with that fic, I cannot stop you from reading but I am not writing that content with you in mind, I am not here to curate your experience online, only my own.

Third: Nothing I write can be reposted on any other sites. I made an Ao3 pseud specifically for my reader fics, so if I want to post elsewhere, I will do so myself. Please do not repost my content.

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As someone who only feels up to writing NSFW at random intervals and for very short bursts, I leave my askbox open for all requests that I feel I can do, however I have to make it known I am very very slow with these types of requests.

I also ask that if you're requesting something NSFW it is not done anonamously, I won't tag or post your ask if you'd rather I didn't, I'd like to take percautions to make sure who I'm writing for is over 18.

Jason Todd: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Y/N: I wrote you a poem! 😊

Jason Todd: You did??? 🥺

There were five red bull cans, two monsters and a big mug half full of cooling coffee. All precariously placed around the coffee table so they wouldn't run the risk of getting knocked over and disrupt whatever Tim was working on.

At some point since you'd left him, he'd moved from sitting on the couch to sitting on the floor in front of it. He'd been hunched over before, but now he was curled in on himself, looking small and pale in the blue light reflecting back at him.

"Tim?" Your voice came out rough, still half asleep as you crossed the living room to sit on the couch behind him.

An absent hm? was all the response you got. Even when you sank your fingers into tangled black hair and Tim leaned into the touch, it was automated. Not conscious reaction so much as instinctual movements.

Sighing, you leaned forward, drawing him back against your knees slowly. With gentle fingers working through a few knots, and a soft kiss to the crown of his head, you managed to draw Tim's attention to you.

Tired blue eyes looked up at you, his head tilted back against your knees, back leaning into your legs, "Why're you up?"

You laughed, brushing his bangs back and arching a brow at how such a simple touch made his eyes close and a soft sigh leave his lips. His exhaustion was so clearly etched across his whole body, caffeine no longer enough to keep him fully functional, yet he was more worried about you being awake.

"I have class in an hour," You reminded him, "You need to sleep, Tim."

"Oh." He didn't open his eyes or move, simply sagging further against you. "Lost track of time."

"Yeah," You cooed, trailing your fingers down to brush over his closed eyes, high cheek bones, "Come on, save your stuff and go to bed. We can get lunch when I get out?"

"Mmm... Yeah. Okay."

It was after you tucked the blankets in around Tim's shoulders and he pulled you in for a few sleepy kisses (caffeine, sugar and coffee making him taste too bitter), that you went back to clean up the empty cans.

Robin was pulling away, taking with him all the warmth and safety his presence gave you. You knew you shouldn't be clingy, he had other people to save, and you were okay now, physically.

But your fingers still shook as they hooked on the surprisingly heavy material of his cape. You could feel the anxiety tight in your chest, feeling too exposed, too vulnerable.

You didn't pull or try to lead him. Just held on and nearly fell yourself when he came to a halt.

"Please, can you stay?" Even your voice came out fragile. In gotham it would be seen as weak, you were meant to be made of tougher stuff than this. But you couldn't help it, and when the Caped Hero looked back at you, you added on a hushed, "Just until the police get here?"

"Okay." His voice was younger than you expected, but also softer.

You had heard this Robin was rougher than the last, less patient, far more violent. The katana you could see peaking from under his cape told you that was true, as did the vicious way he'd handled your assailant.

But he still turned to take your hand, prying stiff fingers from his cape, and led you out of the darkness of the alley to stand by a lamp post instead.

It was such a small thing, so little. You didn't talk much passed your quiet thank you, but he stayed by your side until the blue and red lights from the police cars could be seen.

Listening to the Heathers Musical Soundtrack on Spotify, and all I can think is Guzma being JD and Reader being Veronica and now the thought is just swimming there... 

Imagine Kurt nervously curling his tail around you. Anywhere it’s easy for him to get.

Sometimes it’s around your leg if you’re both standing still, subtle and careful.

Around your wrist when you’re walking together and he’s worried about losing you in the crowd.

Sitting together during a movie and his tail is half curled around your waist as he leans forward to pay attention to the movie.

Imagine: Being Logan’s Kid

Chances are you won’t meet Logan until your teens. He’s unlikely to know about you.

Your powers are the first sign you’re related to him. With bone claws, heightened senses, and a healing factor you don’t need to look like your father for Charles Xavier to know who you’re related to when he finds you.

Logan won’t know exactly what to do with you.

Spending time together? What? He’ll teach you how to fight- but don’t expect him to be too good at non-aggressive interactions being anything short of awkward for a while.

If you go to the Institute the students will be caught between really curious and wary of you. Don’t worry, you’ll find your group of friends.

If you want to train with the X-Men they’ll welcome you, as long as you can keep your temper in check.

Professor Summers will be a bit unsure of you, but his wife will vouch for you. Just try not to blow up. 

Being one of The Wolverine’s offsprings means trouble finds you. So be ready.

Laura will be awkward and unsure how to to do the sibling thing, but she’ll be eager to create a bond. You both can complain about Logan’s inability to “family” right.

Hopefully, you won’t run into Daken. But be careful if you do.

Eventually Logan will figure out what to do with you. He’ll never be dad of the year, but he’ll show he cares in his own strange ways.

He’ll never stop wandering forever, but when he’s around he’ll be fun to hang out with.

Omegaverse: Tony Stark

At work today I thought a lot about omegaverse, somewhat in general, but also very much in relation to Omega Tony Stark. 

I started reading a fic last night that had Tony doing the usual Omega-Hiding-What-They-Are plot and I just... no? 

We’re talking Tony Stark. 

Tony Fucking Stark. 

One of the reasons I prefer Tony as an Alpha in fic is because I just can’t wrap my mind around Tony being the type to hide what he is. It just doesn’t compute for me with MCU Iron Man. So, here is my idea of what Omega Tony Stark is.