loose pants

Nesta’s Not-So-Secret Weakness

Here is a short fluff fic in which Cassian discovers a weakness that Nesta has tried to keep hidden. Of course the Commander of Illyrian armies is putting plans into action to reveal the secret in their bedroom. But Nesta isn’t to thrilled by the idea. And she won’t be making it easy for Cassian.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Nesta raised the pillow over her head. Fully intending to use it if needed. Cassian almost chuckled at how she wielded the soft object like a sword. Brandishing it as if it was the most dangerous weapon in all of Velaris.

 “Oh come on sweetheart,” Cassian stalked across the room in only a loose pair of pants. “I promise it will be fun.”

 “Maybe for you, but not for me,” Nesta stood up on their shared bed. Her bare feet sunk into the comforter making her balance uneasy, but she was determined not to let Cassian catch her. If she had to launch herself out the window in her nightgown then so be it.

 “Nesta,” Cassian purred. His eyes trained on her and the silk gown she wore that ended just above her knees. Cassian immediately flicked his sights back up to her face. He couldn’t let himself get distracted. Right now he was a Commander on a mission of utmost importance.

 “I mean it Cassian,” Nesta braced herself. Her eyes darted to the window that would be her escape.

 That brief moment she turned away gave Cassian the opportunity he needed. He leapt forward in a powerful jump that propelled him directly toward his mate. 

 Nesta jerked around as she saw Cassian out of the corner of her eye. She swung the pillow down as she would a sword. Her Illyrian training kicked in as her aim was precise. The pillow hit knocked Cassian down just short of tackling her, but before Nesta could hop off the bed a large calloused hand wrapped around her ankle.

 Cassian pulled her down onto the bed with him in one swift tug. Nesta fumbled to right herself, but Cassian was there to make sure her back landed on the bed.

 He hovered over her body and trapped her legs down by using his own. His fingers gently skimmed her ribs through the flimsy material of her nightgown. Nesta stiffened underneath him as his fingers brushed against one of her weak points that only her sisters had knowledge of. And Feyre had told Cassian about it last night when they shared dinner at the House of Wind.

Cassian leaned his head down. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered. “Who knew Nesta Archeron was ticklish?”

And then his fingers ran up and down her sides in soft touches that made Nesta fleetingly lose control over her body. She wriggled underneath Cassian while her voice broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

“Cas-Cassian!” Nesta gasped between bouts of laughter “Stop!”

“But you’re so cute when you laugh like this,” Cassian teased. “I want to see you laugh like this all day.” Cassian resumed tickling her sides with vigor. Nesta didn’t doubt that Cassian would keep this up. And now she was at the mercy of those nimble fingers that found all her ticklish spots.

Cassian was relentless in his attack. He enjoyed seeing Nesta like this. Laughing loudly and trying to contain her smiles, yet failing to do so. By this point Nesta’s face was beat red from laughing so hard.

“Ple-please-! Cas-!” Nesta tried to talk between breaths, but found it was nearly impossible as Cassian continued tracing her ticklish spots in patterns again and again.

“Are you actually begging for me to stop?” Cassian gave his signature smirk. The one that boasted triumph. “Is that what I hear sweetheart?”

Nesta bit her bottom lip, but laughter bubbled between her teeth much to her frustration.

Cassian paused in his movements to raise a brow before his fingers twitched threateningly against her skin again. Another onslaught of tickles was on the way.

“Yes! Yes!” Nesta burst out in gasps before Cassian decided to go for a second round.

He held himself above her a few seconds longer before moving onto his side with a victorious smile. A sigh of relief escaped Nesta’s throat. Her breaths slowly began returning to normal. 

Cassian watched her with rapt attention before inching closer to press a gentle kiss to the side of her throat. Nesta’s pulse pounded beneath his lips.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish,” Cassian murmured against her skin. Nesta could feel him smiling against her throat.

“It’s one of my few weaknesses,” Nesta said in a controlled tone. Though her voice was a bit breathless much to Cassian’s enjoyment.

“Oh? You have more?” Cassian questioned. Curiosity piqued in interest.

Nesta rolled over onto her side so she could look at Cassian. Their faces were inches apart as her eyes gazed up into his. The hazel color of his irises had provided her much comfort over the years. She reached a hand up to stroke his cheek.

 Cassian was her weakness and strength. He was her confidante and lover. A fire that burned bright enough to chase off the darkness of her nightmares.

 He was her mate.

 Cassian kept his eyes on Nesta. He could read her thoughts as if she had spoken them aloud. His fingers threaded through Nesta’s soft golden brown hair. Her blue grey eyes steadied him in ways he could never imagine.

 Nesta too was his weakness and strength. A friend and partner he trusted more than anyone else. She was the steel blade that cut his doubts and fears into nothing.

 She was his mate.

 “I love you Nesta,” Cassian kissed her brow with tenderness and pulled her closer to his chest.

 “I love you too Cassian,” Nesta ran her hands up and down his back. Almost caressing his scarred wings. She placed a kiss at the base of his throat before resting her head beside his beating heart.

 And together they slept in each other’s arms.

This fic is for @easkyrah​ and her anon that wanted Nessian fluff. Hope you enjoyed it~!

a man just walked up behind me in a parking lot to let me know that i’m a keeper and my husband is a lucky man. he explained to me that he would know, he’s an excellent judge of character.

character is visible through leggings apparently so if you’re a shitty person wear loose pants to keep it a secret i guess

thehibiscusthief  asked:

u got any headcanons for peacock!nino?

A thousand and a half. His teammates are lowkey attracted to him, the worst is Volpina and Cat Noir poor babies. Has to do with how showy and ‘strut your stuff’ peacocks are, and nino constantly has a crisis like “Why is everyone into paon??? its cause im a superhero right like… its not like im actually attractive its just…” and then he bums himself out. But then Dusuu gets sassy with him like “Boy just because i know how to work with what you have and your ass doesnt don’t mean you havent got something worth showing.” And Dusuu tells nino that maybe if he didnt hide under baggy jackets, loose fitting shirts, cargo pants big glasses and hats he might actually realize what he looks like. So Dusuu is like “You like all your clothes right? you wouldnt own them if you didnt like them or were uncomfortable in them yeah? so whats the harm in letting me pick what you wear for the day if you like it all anyways.”

and nino is like “…yeah whatever if it makes you happy, doesnt matter to me.” 

But Dusuu knows how to play up Nino’s features and actually just not hide him under a pile of baseball caps all the time and the first day he strolls into school just wearing what Dusuu asked him too (No hat, no glasses ((he doesnt need them ever since he got his miraculous he just uses them)) dark jeans, just overall complimentary everything)) his class is like “oh sHIT”

And then he has another additional crisis because wtf is he actually attractive??? i thought it was just the hero factor??? WHAT HAPPENS NOW

He starts to eventually gain more confidence through being Paon, but overall maintains his genuine humble nature. He doesnt take it as an opportunity to be like “im the shit” hes just happier because hes more confident in himself. 

He takes early morning patrols to lowkey sing with the song birds because singing in front of other people embarrasses him. He teaches the song birds in the city tunes and you can hear them echoed all over throughout the day. And he teaches them his made up theme song for ladybug and cat (the theme song he is too embarassed to admit he actually wrote) so you can hear the melody of “Miraculous, simply the best” occasionally in the city. But he starts to notice a new tune he hasnt heard before whenever the birds see him, like a greeting, and he realizes that they knew that song wasnt for him and wrote him his own theme song that they sing for him whenever they say hello. 

Birds love Nino. Adrien is not super into the fact that birds love him but over the course of several years develops a tolerance. 

When he gets pissed his tail does the thing where is sticks up and fans out and its lowkey Cat Noir and Volpinas favorite thing in the universe so they have a competition over who can get him to do it the most 

His gold eyes glow slightly brighter when he uses his power (this is my same headcanon that i have for Jade when he uses Time Crawl)

Every now and then I think about my oldest oc, and try and redesign her. She was basically a self insert, so she doesn’t have much of a story for her own, but sometimes I try and come up with some ideas for her. These are my favorite designs so far.

anonymous asked:

this ones rly cute. what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

I have one friend who always dresses extremely uniquely and never lets anyone’s opinion sway her mind because she loves her clothes and ain’t no one gonna take that away from her. Like the other day she wore big loose flowy orange pants with a black turtleneck under a blue/watercolor/floral shirt that reminded me of scrubs that nurse wear. I love how fearless and adventurous she is

AU where jackson is a car mechanic and you go to visit him on his break and he crawls out from under a car with a tight black tank top and jeans on
he’s got some grease stains and his hair is all tousled but it’s hot af at the same time

Saitama is so blunt and practical that I’m pretty sure the first time he wore Genos’ shirt, it was more out of a “Well all my clothes are in the wash or soaked in monster guts and I have to wear something don’t I” reasoning than anything else. But when Genos sees him and promptly drops a plate on the floor and fills the kitchen with steam, Saitama takes a second to put two and two together before resolving to wash all his clothes at once more often in the future.


I wish I had like … clothes?

I mean like. I only have stuff for a week maybe. but it’d also be nice to actually have stuff that looks good on me? or even like ok-ish?? but damn clothes cost money (+ spd makes shopping & shit hard), and I literally have nothing to spare :/

Te Amo (Rogue One :: RebelCaptain)

Jyn wasn’t one for compliments. Or physical affection. Affection at all for that matter. She considered herself an emotionless person. At least in her own mind. She knew she had emotions hidden beneath her blocked off mind somewhere, but she was hardened strongly over the years she had spent with Saw Gerrara, and the time after.

She shuffled through the things all over Cassians room, reaching for her jacket and pulling it over her shoulders.  She had stayed there that night, sleeping on his couch. He had insisted she stay there when she got home from her latest mission with a high fever and a blaster wound on her arm. Her arm was bandaged and sore, and she had an aching headache. She glanced around the room, considering standing up. She couldn’t complete the action before Cassian walked into the room. He was in loose pants and, frankly, no shirt.

He hadn’t visited her since she got there. It was strictly not a romantic gesture for her to stay over. K2 made sure of that. He had stood watching Jyn all night, just to make sure nothing ‘inappropriate’ happened.

Jyn bit her lip and looked away.

Couldn’t at least wear a shirt? She thought. Trying not to pay too much attention to him.

“Morning Jyn.” Cassian said cheerily, heading for the small kitchen to the left of the room. She just grunted in response and leaned on the back of the couch.

“Breakfast?” He called, glancing briefly at her. She nodded in response, now getting to her feet. She stumbled slightly. Placing a hand on her forehead as she walked into the Kitchen and leaned on the counter.

“You know, you shouldn’t be up.” Cassian had commented. He was grabbing spices out of the cabinet. “It’s not good for you.”

Jyn waved away his words with a hand and watched him cook.

“Thanks for letting me stay.” She started, glancing back at the couch. By the looks of it, K2 was out of the room. “Even though I don’t think the droid was necessary.”

Cassian only shrugged in response.

“So- What’re you making?” She asked, stepping closer and placing a hand on the counter. She felt herself rather close to Cassian, but decided not to back away. She didn’t want to make it awkward.

“Omelet.” He looked at her now. Smiling. “Sleep well?”

Jyn nodded, returning his smile.

“I’m glad.” Cassians expression softened and he reached for her arm. He squeezed it slightly. Jyn searched his eyes, confused.

“I was worried about you ya’ know.” He muttered. His eyes darted back to the dish he was making. “You had a fever of 102.”

Jyn stepped closer, brushing his shoulder with hers from behind.

“I’m fine. Just a headache now.”

Cassian nodded. He turned from the stove to face her now. Jyn could tell he wasn’t convinced, and leaned forward.

“I’m fine.” She reassured him. She took one of his hands, and smiled. “See- My hands don’t feel hot do they?” She let a tease come into her tone.


Cassians smile was so innocent. So gentle. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb.

“Te Amo…” The words left Cassian like a whisper. Jyn looked confused.

“Te amo?” She questioned. “What does that mean?”

Cassian shrugged and his smile returned to his face.

“It means I care for you.” He stated. Jyn only nodded. She hugged him gently. He rested his chin on her head.

It means more than that… He thought to himself. His smile pushed up his cheeks lightly. It means…


..I love you….

Some sketches for Dancetale Chara that I drew up. Honestly I have no idea where I’m going with this or what I’m doing here because I don’t dance buuuuuuuuuuut it’s a cool AU so I thought I’d give it a shot. (These actually are kind of meant to be sequential - left-to-right, top-to-bottom - but idk what happened with the middle bottom panel… it didn’t turn out like I wanted to. Also, it doesn’t quite flow like it did in my head…) The choreography (if you can call it that XD) is kind of inspired by West Side Story and Rotten to the Core from Disney’s Descendants, but it actually probably wouldn’t have happened if it hadn’t been for my watching the music video for Chandelier (since it’s been said now officially that that’s kind of like Chara’s dance style).

I actually think Chara’s less homocidal-maniac and more this-is-what-has-to-be-done-so-I’m-doing-it in-canon, but… maniacal Chara is just so fun to draw XD