( roses are red. )

[vigilanting]

valentine's open prompt post
① pick a muse. ② leave a prompt! ③ ??? ④ profit!
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Clarisse

[batmansphoenix]

How about a training session that ends up in smooches because I'm predictable af :T

idk some eudio au

[rues]

[ clarisse doesn't do valentine's. she doesn't really do holidays in general, mostly because she thinks most of them are bullshit. they're all just an excuse to buy shit and pay way too much for it -- or they're an excuse to get drunk. she can always get behind a holiday where she can get drunk. not that she can't just get drunk whenever she feels like it, but it is nice having a better excuse than i'm bored and lonely. not that she's entirely lonely, anymore, but whatever she has with jason isn't really the same as whatever she had with knox. or murphy. or percy. (she doesn't have anything with percy. there's nothing going on. it's never going to happen.) it's more than nothing, though, and it's an outlet. it's better than stewing in her own frustration and taking it out on people who seriously should not be going up against a demigod. ]

[ jason really shouldn't be going up against a demigod, either, but he's at least trained. she's actually kind of impressed. for a mortal, he manages to keep up with her in a way she'd only expect from one of her brothers or a select few other campers. if she's honest, he has the attitude to be a son of ares. he certainly has the tenacity. and the anger. if she didn't already know he was mortal, she'd wonder if they were related. she has to thank the gods they aren't, or she wouldn't be able to look at him the way she does and not feel wrong. she won't deny he's attractive, that he's built stronger and toned better than most mortals she's come across. he has the body of a warrior, a soldier -- there are scars she doesn't ask about, but it makes her feel more comfortable about her own body and its scars. she's never been ashamed of them, but most people don't find her war-torn body particularly attractive. jason, at least, can understand. ]

[ they've started sparring regularly, clarisse offering some of her training expertise. jason is way beyond the level of a young demigod, but she still generally has the upper hand. he's getting better, though, learning how she moves, how her mind works -- and she's learning him, too. it's more of a routine, now, than a fight, a dance choreographed by fists flying and legs kicking and their bodies reacting to each other in a way that seems almost intensely intimate, in the way they've come to know each other. it's a rush, definitely, and more than just adrenaline. there's an element of arousal clarisse never speaks of and never questions of jason (she thinks she's seen some evidence of it, once or twice, but it would mean admitting she'd been paying that much attention, which she doesn't want him to know). she can't help it, the way she would rather shove him against the wall and kiss him than continue what they started. she wonders if he's ever wanted her to. ]

[ but it's valentine's day today, and some deeply buried romantic part of her thinks why the hell not, just go for it, it's valentine's day, even if crushing her lips against his once she has him pinned to the wall isn't actually very romantic. it's her type of romance -- rough and sharp around the edges. ]

SO LATE I'M SO SORRY

[batmansphoenix]

[The thing is, Jason doesn't usually find anyone who's not only at his level but above it. And definitely not between the baseline humans. There's Bruce, though he's not opening that can of worms, and most of the Robins would make him break a sweat but overall Bruce and Talia's training made it sure that he's ready for any eventuality during a battle. He's a warrior, through and through. Dick might have been good with his body but Jason was the natural brawler. So while he's no strange to failure at all it's not exactly a feeling he's used to, either.

And then there's Clarisse.

He knows it's not fair to compare. Jason might have been a natural but she was literally born for it. Jason has adopted war into himself but it's literally running through her veins, making her who she is and watching her in battle is like watching the first strokes on a masterpiece. She makes no unnecessary movements, never makes the same mistake twice. It's not just about strength, it's the way her brain works when it comes to the battle itself. And Jason would be lying if he said he didn't find it hot as hell. She's younger than him, smaller too, but she could tell Jason to get on his fucking knees and he would so fast his head would spin.

But he's good at keeping that to himself. He had to learn back home, because of the Mission that always came first, and it's become kind of a habit by now to keep his thoughts from straying. So he spars with her, has friendly banter, gets his ass kicked more often than not (he's getting better, he swears he is, but Clarisse keeps having the upper hand still) and if he loses himself to his hand then that's his own fucking business.

Until Clarisse kisses him against the wall, that is. Jason is only human after all. He doesn't waste a second, just reaching for the back of her neck to pull her close as he happily returns the kiss as aggressively as he can. Some guys would probably feel weird being pinned against the wall, but Jason relishes in it.]

[dicktionary]

aaaaall prompts nsfw ftr

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

ANY/ALL/NONE IDK WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY 'u' also I can go LA if you prefer, and if animated lmk if you'd rather I use nightwing icons rather than robin ones ♥

let's go LA my pb has a better facial range lmao and this is my only acct that's paid

[metabolizes]

[ if there's one part of dick that wally is more obsessed with than his eyes, it would definitely be his ass. he would sing its praises on a hundred different mountaintops if that didn't involve a lot of improbable running and a lot of off-key singing -- so that particular part stays purely figurative, a secret idea in his head that he tries to express in other physical ways, like with roaming hands and indulgent kisses. even when they're not in the bedroom, he sticks his hands in the back pocket of dick's jeans whenever he can, which is probably something only teenagers are supposed to do, but wally doesn't particularly care all that much. he's barely past being a teenager, anyway, and hardly feels anything like an adult. dick's still technically a teenager, too, even if wally forgets most of the time. ]

[ it's a dilemma when they are in the bedroom, whether wally would rather look at dick or his ass, because, ultimately, they're both incredibly compelling. his ass is probably more compelling at the moment, though, and it's really giving wally a lot of problems. thankfully, they're problems that can easily be solved by dick's mouth, or his hands, or his ass. any part of him, really, and wally comes undone. how he's managed to survive this long is a mystery, because dick grayson really is a wonder and a curse and a blessing all at once. he's too much, sometimes, but wally wouldn't want him any other way, hips flirtatious and teasing, his baby blue eyes beckoning, his lips parted and waiting to be kissed. wally will do it all -- he'll do everything and more, and only for dick. always for dick. ]

[ it's the g-string that keeps wally standing where he is for so long -- in the doorway, fresh from a shower (which, admittedly, may not have been a particularly smart idea, but wally has never been the one anyone looks to for smart ideas) -- staring at the way it settles neatly between dick's cheeks, defining each one separately. it's almost like watching a work of art move, and he probably would stare for days if he didn't want to touch him more. breathlessly, ] Jesus Christ -- [ he runs a hand through his hair and laughs softly, still in awe of the fact that dick even exists and allows wally each and every intimacy he craves, fulfills him in a way no one else ever could. ] You really are a wonder, you know? Your ass is a wonder.

[ it's unfair, really, how dick managed to land himself with the greatest ass in the history of asses. wally steps up to the edge of the bed, nestled in between dick's legs. his hands knead gently against the smooth flesh of dick's ass, and he leans forward to press a kiss at the small of his back, hands trailing down dick's thighs. he bends to mouth at the contour of one cheek, sucking a small mark there, like a promise of what's to come. ] Did you have something particular in mind tonight? Because this is definitely giving me a few ideas.

[flybybirdie]

[ dick shivers, sighs, and spreads his legs a little further apart. He twists, just enough so he can look at his boyfriend, eyes dark with want as they drag over wally's naked chest, the way a few drops of water drip from his hair to roll over his skin. ]

Glad you like it. [ he chuckles, grinning wickedly as he rolls his hips again, arches his waist, lift his ass up a bit for Wally's mouth. ] And nah, just this. Happy Valentine's day, KF. I'm open to all your ideas. All of them. So open. [ And he accompanies that with a cheesy wiggle of his eyebrows. he'd fingered himself earlier before pulling on the thong to head out, just a little, opening himself up so that, if wally wanted, he could actually just sink straight in with just a more extra prep. Not enough, though, that would take any of the fun out of the evening. dick would be blind to not notice how much enjoyment wally gets out of his ass. ]

[ really, the gift is barely that. it was something he'd noticed wally's eyes catching on one afternoon, when they'd been walking around the mall and passed a lingerie store, the g-string nicely framing the round forms of the mannequin's plastic ass. a few weeks later, he'd placed the order online, cheeks flaming even in the privacy of his room. it feels odder than he expected, barely cupping his half-hard cock in front and not covering anything at all in the back, but any insecurities he had vanished in the face of wally's reaction. yeah, that's so worth every uncertain moment dick's had about this. ]