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Lucrative Lust
Professor Eddie x Dom fem reader
Sorry been busy with my birthday
Y/n:
"I'm not the type of person that does this. But I see how you stare at me, professor." Our lips hovering over each other. I needed to alleviate stress and he was there and he needed to fulfill a desire.
His thrusts deeper into my core making my back arch off his office wall. My arms around his neck, one hand holding a handful of his unruly curls while my head is against the wall moaning out even louder as I'm brought to my climax again.
Panting, sweating, and his head against my breasts. "We're done now, (n/n)?" I nod, he sets me on the desk, picking up his pants and pulling on his shirt while I push the thin fabric of my panties back on underneath my dress.
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Our next meeting wasn't even on purpose for our purpose. I am simply sitting in my College lecture and he comes in as a stand-in for my usual professor. My index finger slowly rounds my pencil eraser as my tongue did him. My eyes stare him up and down.
Eddie:
Y/n's thighs are sticky in sweat when she uncrosses her legs. Her buttons were undone low, so just the top of her pretty pink bra was showing. Her breasts perkier than ever. My eyes just imagining such erotic atrocious things.
She's wearing a formal uniform. But her skirt is shorter, and she has those long socks on. I feel her burning stare all over my body and it's hard not to fold under her hot gaze.
My mouth salivating but throat dry, my words coming out choked. Pardoning myself to my assistant professor to take over, my hands tucked underneath my arms.
Licking my lips and glance in her direction as she raises her hand. "Uhm question for...Professor Munson." The way she said it in such a sultry tone made my cock harden and my knees weak. "Go ahead, sweetheart."
Y/n shuffles in her uncomfortable wooden bench seat to fix her posture, her big pink glossy lips parted softly as she got ready to speak. "So what your saying Professor--" my mind blanked out watching as she paused to think of a word.
My mind was whirlin' in a pit of fantasies I couldn't wait to enact with her. Zoning out as my partner answers her questions.
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Her thighs pressed together, sweat glazing her soft skin. The same skin I bit into as I rode out my high on her command against her calf. "Y/n~" a soft whine of her name in the peak of my pleasure.
A whimpering mess as she cooes down at me, drool dripping down the corner of my mouth. "Such a good boy professor. I like these sounds you make." Her lips gently pressed against my hot flushed skin. "Such a mess, whining it's so pathetic baby."
Her bra straps hanging down her shoulder but already unlatched. Her thick eyelashes tickle my cheek as she lines my jaw with soft delicate kisses. Fingers digging into her waist, moving her hips, "Good boy." Whispering in my ear as she kisses up to my ear.
Her fingers prodding at my still-existent erection. My burning need for her tits to be in my mouth burns deep in my gut, with my dick buried balls deep in her. She giggles in my ear.
Her sweet words of praise push me over the edge as she tugs my curls. The control she has on me is intoxicating and my helpless addiction.
#fanfic#stranger things#imagine#oneshot#my fic#arrows writing#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson smut#eddie fanfic#eddie imagine#eddie munson au#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#reader x eddie munson#eddie x you#eddie munson x you#eddie smut
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hi! you're great I love your work! I've got a weirdly specific archery question and thought I'd send it to you in case you'd find it fun to have a crack at
say you're an expert archer originally from Vietnam sometime in the late bronze age. say you're a super duper expert archer because it turns out you're immortal, and so you do your archery across Eurasia through the first millennium BCE and the first millennium CE and into the age where gunpowder weapons are evolving into cannons. that's a long time to be alive and you do lots of hunting and fighting with all kinds of bows and shooting styles, especially war archery on horseback. then you're out of the picture for a while, let's say you're peacefully sleeping for a handful of centuries. (this is about Quynh from The Old Guard who alas was not peacefully sleeping)
all of a sudden you blink and you've gone from the era where firearms were just starting to develop and maybe with this new flintlock thing guns could eventually get good enough to rival a bow and arrows— bam, now you're in the 21st century. what kinds of modern archery tech would you be most excited to try out? what would you think of a compound bow? Olympic style archery? plastic fletching?? how about the modern reproductions of what are now considered historical bows and shooting styles? is there anything about 21st century archery that you'd want to rant about at length? other opinions about these newfangled takes on your trusty old bow and arrows you care to share?
This is a phenomenal question, and thank you for asking it! Here’s my 2 cents:
The thing about modern archery is that for the most part, modern bows are designed to make it easier to be accurate, to the stage that modern target accuracy is probably better than it’s ever been historically.
BUT, if we assume Quynh is capable of feats of archery that match the level of melee combat skill that e.g. Andy has, then she doesn’t NEED it to be easier to be accurate.
My guess is that someone like her would actually find most modern archery developments needlessly slow and awkward. Compound bows and Olympic recurves are NOT designed for instinctive, fast shooting, and would probably feel quite restrictive once she got over how easy they made accuracy.
BUT, I imagine she would be blown away by the range and arrow speed that modern bows can generate, and there are some recurves (and at least one compound bow), that have been designed to make use of the efficiency of modern materials and bow design, while still allowing traditional shooting styles, and those, THOSE are something an ancient immortal archer might fall in love with! (FWIW, my own go-to is a horsebow made with carbon-fibre limbs and a modern limb profile, and for impact energy it can match some traditional bows with a draw weight that’s 50% greater. The Oneida eagle compound could trump that).
So yeah, it might take her a bit, but once she gets her hands on the right equipment, she’d be (even more) TERRIFYING!
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Danny got comfortable on the roof, leaning froward with anticipation.
A silent thump and a person slid next to him, Danny barely gave the red head a glance.
"Any reasons to be on the roof at night?"
He shushes the vigilante, eyes not leaving the spot. It has Roy crouching next to him, watching as well.
Out of nowhere, a vampire looking fella flew around wildly, not far behind a ginger woman on a hoverboard, flying after him.
The Lady is shooting lasers with deathly accuracy, the man (?) dodging barely. It had Arsenal hum at the show.
"That's my mom." Danny points at the lady. "The guy she's hunting keeps harassing me so she took matters into her own hands."
Cheshire Cat lands not far away from the two, head tilted with a silent question that had Roy nodding and she is leaping away to the next roof once more.
"Why not call the authorities?" He asks, appearing less tense and more friendly to the teen.
The kid whistles sharp with a grin before answering.
"Tried, unfortunately, he's super rich with influence and connection. So here we are." He shrugs.
While they watch the chaos a bit longer, Roy ignores the insisting buzzing from his comm, Cheshire Cat probably alarmed Oliver by now.
He looks up when Danny stands, stretching.
"What was your name again?" He quirks his brow with a smile.
"I don't remember telling you."
Roy rolls his eyes, joining the teen to his feet. "So?"
"Danny."
He steps off the roof before Roy can react, a shout building up, until he sees the kid sitting on the hoverboard of his mother, her hand ruffling his hair.
"See ya, Arsenal."
They're long gone when Arsenal huffs, laughing.
"Until next time, Danny."
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#fic prompt#writing prompt#dc x dp prompt#green arrow vame barelling in not even a second after#do whatever you want with this#i love roy#ofc hed allow some good old arson and maiming#cheshire cat watched and filmed from a different roof#yeah she got her dad freking out on 4k#is she gonna pester him about avting like a dad to the stranger?#absolutely#when she talks abt danny to other people she calls him her brother jokingly#danny appears more afterwards
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drawstuck #4: june edition
alt june shirt under cut
i jst thought it would be cute
#homestuck#june egbert#dave strider#junedave#srry to the cargo shorts june enjoyers lol#img 2 is post meteorstuck if it wasb't clear#idk abt you but if I had access to a magic machine that could make anything i wanted i WOULD try to synthesise hormones#while i also believe in t4t junedave i love writing oblivious cis ppl#if dave isn';t trans he's probably never heard of a tran outside of anime#june egbert is wish fulfilment for me (<- unfortunately no nerdy gf)#not to be straight but god im straight straight as hell straight as an arrow straight as a mf skyscraper#haha jk enough thirsting for now#john egbert#johndave#pepsicola#mayb ill do junekats next IDK depends on my mood#art stuff
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i completely understand why jason would never do weed, like the whole ‘gateway to other drugs’ thing probably really fucking startled him as a kid, and it’s still engraved in his mind
he however would probably happily be a trip sitter but he’s literally the worst
roy: oh no man i’m kinda buggin’
jason: well yeah, dude we’ve been in a simulation this whole time, you’re probably having a shut down and restart
roy: A WHAT
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steph: can you pass my my phone?
jason: *simlish*
steph: yeah my pho- huh?
jason: *rolling his eyes, still speaking simlish as he hands steph her phone*
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tim: i’m hungry
jason: i would say ‘hi hungry i’m dad’ but that’s a sore spot for both of us
tim: *existential dread filling him* what the fuck is wrong with you
#this is so silly to me#i don’t even remember writing it#my drafts are still my best hidden work lmfao#dc comics#dc#jason todd#red hood#roy harper#red arrow#speedy#tim drake#red robin#head canon#headcanon#batman#batfamily#dcu
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Before Bruce revealed his identity
He stated in a game of truth or dare that he has slept with a least one person in the Justice League before finally extracting himself from the stupid game.
The League promptly lost their collective shit.
#Bruce never specified slept as sex#he has in fact taken several naps with the other league members#he doesn’t realize how much chaos he has set into motion#then he plays into the chaos#because he can#writing prompt#dc#dc batman#justice league#hey look at this! my first non Danny phantom prompt!#bruce wayne#batman#superman#green arrow#wonder woman#the flash#aquaman#green lantern
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Hugging Headcanons. || Ft: Dark Cacao Kingdom
A/n: Surprise surprise! Guess who's alive? Such absence was caused by me being bad at keeping a solid schedule and then wanting to play Crk more than I wanted to write. Things are now being worked on heavily though!
Maybe a tiny spoiler warning for episode 14 on Affogato's? It's the last two bullets, so you can just scroll right past it if you do not wish to see spoilers. It doesn't spoil too much, I don't think.
Dark Cacao Cookie
You low-key might suffocate a tiny bit depending on the context of your hug.
If he hasn't seen you for a while, (I.e. on an adventure with the other ancient heroes) you can expect to be trapped in his armored arms until he decides to go and rest after a draining trip.
If you happen to spontaneously hug him whilst somewhere public, he'll give you an awkward side hug in response, since he doesn't want to break the stony demeanor he maintains to the other cookies.
If you're having an emotional moment while hugging and someone else walks in, the expression he gives the intruder is enough to send them scrambling away and mumbling apologies.
The cape goes around both of you. And then you're trapped in a cave of warmth.
Affogato Cookie
Smug bastard. If you ask, he'll give you some holier than thou remark before obliging, making a grand gesture with his arms and inviting you to come closer. Don't worry, he won't bite.
He'll wrap both his arms around your shoulders and pull you into his chest.
Probably gives you some stupid (not) reassuring words if you happen to be upset about something.
Bestie is not good at comforting. He's had a hundred and one problems, but a sad cookie has not been one of them.
If his vibe wasn't totally off, he'd probably give pretty comfortable hugs, seeing how his elegant clothing is made with soft silks and lined with fine fur.
If, after the events of episode 14, you do encounter him again (and don't hate him), he will most likely gladly accept a hug. His holier than thou demeanor will not falter, but he was secretly looking for a little comfort after so much work went to waste.
His hugs are probably a little more genuine than they were during his time as Royal Advisor.
Caramel Arrow Cookie
Older sister vibes
She'll hug you pretty tightly more often than not. Usually in the child way where they intentionally squeeze you like a boa constrictor, except she's an adult with wilderness training and she is significantly stronger than a child.
Awkward sibling hug? Awkward sibling hug. *pat pat.* /ref
H o l d. She'll grab you under your arms and lift you up into a hug. She will attempt to do this regardless of if you are taller or heavier than her. Caramel Arrow is strong, do not underestimate her determination.
(Using the bow and arrow gives you good arm strength last I checked)
If she's feeling playful, she'll outright throw you into the snow afterwards. And then she'll sprint off as quickly as possible. Unless you happen to drag her down with you.
Hugs often turn into snowball fights.
Crunchy Chip Cookie
He was embarrassed the first time you hugged him, and probably hid his face against your shoulder.
Really aggressive hugger. He'll probably squeeze you as hard as he can.
H o l d. (pt 2.) Crunchy Chip Cookie is the type to try and pick you up with a hug, do the awkward backward lean so that he can actually get your feet off the ground, and then drop you. Believe it or not, picking someone up via hugs is not the easiest feat.
When he's determined to hug you after being out at his post for an extended period of time, he'll outright charge at you and then knock you into the snow.
Prepare to get mauled by an excited cookie and his equally excited cream wolves.
If Caramel Arrow wasn't there to pry him off, you'd probably freeze before you got the chance to get out of the snow again.
He will pretend to be sparring with you if anyone happens to walk by (ahem, Dark Cacao.) He doesn't want to look soft or anything! (Please imagine the thing cats do where they randomly attack you while petting them.)
End.
This is not beta-read, probably very ooc, and probably a little self indulgent, unapologetically.
#I was half awake while writing most of this lol#dark cacao x reader#dark cacao crk#dark cacao cookie#affogato x reader#affogato crk#affogato cookie#caramel arrow cookie x reader#caramel arrow crk#caramel arrow cookie#crunchy chip cookie x reader#crunchy chip crk#crunchy chip cookie#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#crk
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Batman Fatale
While on a mission with the Justice League, Batman (who hasn’t revealed his secret identity) pulls out his Brucie voice, shocking the others.
Inspired by Head Problems by That_One_Curly_Haired_Fangirl on AO3.
On AO3.
Ships: none
Warnings: none
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The Justice League is going for stealth, something Bruce didn’t think they were capable off, but so far he’s been pleasantly surprised. Though, maybe the promise of a good brawl later is what is keeping them quiet.
They’re infiltrating into Luthor’s office, underneath which he is building a robot army to overtake the world in the name of peace. Hacking in to disable them means sounding the alarm and Bruce has already calculated that it will take too long for him not to get swarmed by them, before he can take them out. Hence, the League, who will keep them off his back while he works.
However, they’ve run into a bit of roadblock in the form of the security guard, who is manning the front desk during the night shift.
Everyone has thrown out ideas to take him out, but Bruce wants to attract attention as late as possible and there are likely human operatives further down as well. They’ll notice if the guard were to disappear.
Besides, the guy, Amir, cleared his background check when he was planning this mission. He doesn’t know what he’s guarding and is just trying to make ends meat.
So, he holds up his hand and the whispered deliberation quiets down. As he pulls out his phone, he says: “I’ll handle this. Wait for my orders.”
They all shoot him confused and wary looks as he sets to dialing on his phone, keeping the screen away from them. He can say that it hurts that they don’t fully trust him, but he doesn’t care. He has his own family/team back in Gotham and if being a mysterious prick keeps his kids safe, he’ll gladly play the part.
He knew this roadblock might come up, so he prepared in advance. So, within seconds he is bringing the phone to his ear, while the others continue to look between him and the guard that’s on the other side of the glass doors.
Bruce mentally laughs, they probably expect assassins to swoop down and drag the man into the shadows.
Which is the opposite of what happens, because instead Amir startles then looks down at his now ringing phone. He smiles, then looks around a bit, checking that the coast is clear and completely missing the League, before picking up.
As Amir looks around, Hal hisses: “What the hell are you doing, Spooks? You don’t call the guy you wanna sneak-”
He shuts him up with a hand over his mouth, because Amir has picked up now. “Hey, hi, uhm, how are you doing, John?”
John is the fake name he used on the dating profile with the doctored photos. He feels a little bad about catfishing him, it’s slimy and Amir is actually cute too. Still, can’t be helped, so he puts as much Brucie charm into his voice as he flirty replies: “Hi, Amir, I’m good, just lonely. Would be better if you were with me. I’m practically indecent here for you.”
Immediately all the League’s heads snap his way, but he ignores them in favor of observing Amir. He is blushing, but looks pleased, before he sags a little. “I would love you, you’re so handsome-”
“I’d prefer pretty,” Bruce interrupts. “If you’re letting me down, at least call me pretty so I’ll know what it’ll sound like from you.”
Now Amir’s darker skin gets even more dark as he continues to blush. He stammers: “No, no, no. Not letting you down. Fuck. You’re so pretty, John. Of course I’m not letting you down. I’m just working, pretty boy, just working.”
“Booo,” Bruce whines, knowing how to sound appealing instead of annoying, albeit a little spoiled. “Can’t you just have a little break? Where do you work? I can come over, little blowie in the ally on a smoke break never hurt anybody.”
Amir groans at the offer, leaning back in his chair and looking at the ceiling, feeling a little despair by the look on his face. “I could get fired,” he protests, but it’s weak. Got him.
Bruce knows that he’s going to get fired anyway for letting them pass, but at least like this he’s out of harm’s way. He’s planning on offering him a job anyway. So, he insists again: “Promise I’ll get you off before they notice. It’ll tide me over until they let you go and you can show me what a proper good time is.”
Now Amir is looking around, no one except the League (who are all still staring and he wishes they’d stop) to see. So, he relents: “Alright, I work at the Luthor office. Uptown, you know it?”
“Oh my god, you’re kidding?” Bruce laughs in his most ditzy Brucie voice. “I’m literally at one of the bars down the street.”
“And what are you doing there?” Amir asks, trying to sound flirty, but coming across as a little insecure. It’s cute on him.
Bruce imagines himself twirling the phone cord at this point as he bats his eyes through his voice as he says: “Feeling lonely and thinking about you.”
Amir looks relieved at that, straightening up again as he asks: “Well, I can change one part of that for you. How fast can you get here?”
“Like two minutes,” Bruce answers.
“Meet you in the alley on the left then,” Amir says. “See you soon.”
“See you soon, handsome,” Bruce greets back, before hanging up. The second the line is dead, he reverts back to Batman’s voice and grunts: “Get ready to move.”
“What the fuck was that, Batman!” Hal is unsurprisingly the first to break. He never does know how to keep his mouth shut during stealth missions.
“Are you still Batman? Please tell me you’re still Batman. Because if you’ve been replaced by some alien, shape shifter or pod person, I don’t know what to do with myself. So you have to be Batman, even though Batman is creepy and mean and stand-offish and not flirty and-”
“Flash, quiet,” Bruce cuts of the rambling of the speedster. He’s not in the mood.
“You can at least tell us how you know the guard,” Clark speaks up, going for firm leader. Bruce can respect him for trying to lead these people who are all obviously not used to working as a team nor good at it. But the boy scout act sometimes gets on Bruce’s nerves.
He’s sure his kids and Alfred will have something to say about it, pointing to his trust issues that makes him perceive everything as an interrogation, but they aren’t here right now. Plus, he knows Damian at least will be on his side. He has people in his camp.
… Though that might not be a good thing. Hm, should he talk to Damian about it?
“It seems familiar somehow,” Oliver comments and Bruce hopes Amir moves soon. The last thing he wants is for Ollie to figure out who is under the cowl, the man is insufferable enough as it is.
“Batman?” Clark prompts, apparently he’s been quiet for long enough.
Falling back on one of his contingencies, he says: “Everyone should have skills in the acting and grifting department. Contact is sometimes unavoidable. I study people and I plan ahead. This is planning ahead.”
Right at that moment, Amir finally moves. Bruce feels a little bad about standing him up, but is glad to grapple away from the rest of the League. He hopes there will be a fight soon, because that way no one can ask him more questions.
#rr writing#batman#bruce wayne#brucie wayne#clark kent#superman#hal jordan#green latern#green arrow#oliver queen#flash#barry allen#justice league#jl#jla#dc#dc comics
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the imagery of no health regen…… wounded skin that doesn’t heal…. torn clothes….. burns…. scorch marks….. bite marks….. blood everywhere…… unraveling bandages…… oh…….
#secret life#secret life smp#if i ever write a slsmp fic. everyone is going to be wounded as FUCK#like. i love it when fan artists draw the characters punctured with arrows#or burned after dying to lava/fire#and now with no health regen. how the injuries don’t go away#a worn and ragged green life almost desperate to turn yellow#if not for the full set of health again#stab wounds that don’t close. a heart bleeds until you die. the scratch marks itch under the armour#ohhhhhh it’s so sexy#teammates changing each others bandages bc the blood never stops#infected wounds? that only ease when more hearts are earned from the secret keeper?#i’m so obsessed with this already#like yessssss the player gets weaker and weaker as they lose more hearts#they are so damaged and injured they can barely raise their shield#their whole body aching. scathing with every hit and blow#and then when they gain hearts. and the RELIEF#of scorch marks fading. wounds closing. blood drying. pains easing. broken bones set themselves#so much cruelty in the world. everyone takes that extra little care with each other#no more friendly slaps on the shoulder or even high fives#everyone is just very still. too fatigued to do anything but survive
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Enid feeling anxious about being out with the pack after what happened and asks Wednesday to come with her
which is funny cause its just Wednesday surrounded by a bunch of giant wolves
#you can guess she has silver arrows#wish I knew how to write 😩 I'd write the hell out of this#wary taru#my art#wenclair#wednesday addams#wednesday and enid#enid sinclair#wednesday#traditional drawing#werewolves
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Reader resting on red velvets chest please...also one of reader resting on clotted cream's chest and affogato's chest and caramel arrow's and royal margarine's...aaand dark choco's too!
(Sorry, the mozzarella one inspired me a little too much and ended up throwing in the crushes...couldn't resist, I'm sorry! They are all just so amazing!)
He'll stop whatever he's doing whenever you decide to do this. When the cake hounds decide to join in, too, he knows he won't be getting up anytime soon. He doesn't mind at all, finding it very sweet.
It usually happens during his work hours, when you're curled on his lap and your head on his chest. Sometimes you'll drift off to sleep, but he'll keep you there. He can't help but crave your affection.
During her down times, she'll cuddle with you, and you'll rest your head on her chest. It gets her a little flustered, but hey, it makes you happy! She'll hold you closer too, enjoying your warmth.
Affogato will stroke your hair when you rest your head on his chest. He'll talk to you during this time, sometimes even lulling you to sleep. He loves seeing you ap vulnerable with him.
He gets incredibly flustered. He's not that used to physical affection, so you just resting your head on his chest throws him off guard. Doesn't mean he doesn't like it, though!
#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#red velvet cookie x reader#clotted cream cookie x reader#affogato cookie x reader#caramel arrow cookie x reader#dark choco cookie x reader#cosmos constellations#I tried writing royal margarine and just?? couldn't?? I'm very sorry#I just couldnt capture his character-
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𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖.𝙪: 𝙀𝙮𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙥 & 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚
I'm using a name on my own, not sorry.
Her pov:
Brushing my teeth in a hurry, my stream starts in 15 minutes. Trying to fix my hair and catch a glimpse, one of my eyes were brown. I can't help but scream, "MOOOOM!" She runs in and raises an eyebrow, "Yes, you have a soulmate. Just put in a contact." Doing that, I slide into my desk and set up my game. Smiling as I start my stream, the chat section fills up with "Happy 19th Belle." I smile and thank them, snacking on goldfish which were hidden off camera in my lap. I glance at the chat to see a strange message,
ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡-𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫-𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤: 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙?
I pause mid-game causing me to die. "SHIT!" I groan and ignore his messages. I faintly hear guitar, "No one in my family plays bass guitar?" My viewers confused ask what I'm talking about. I shrug it off until in the middle if eating goldfish I taste honeycomb cereal. "Ugh, gross. Who the hell?! You bastard," Sending the user, who told the chat what was going on, a DM. He replied without hesitation.
We chatted on about the soulmate thing and kept testing with taste until the texting went on for days, weeks, month or two and we finally met up. I brushed my hair to cover my eye that also has a contact in it. But the dark brown color was still peaking through the light grey contact so no point. He sat down and he was a really handsome boy, "Are you the Corroded Coffin King?" He smiles up at me, his chin in his palm and admires me. Grabbing a cup of coffee and a matcha handing me the green coffee drink. "Yup, I remember in your get to know you stream you like Matcha lattes from here." I smile as we walk down the street silently. "Uhm, your eyes are really pretty." He looks at me and brushes the curtain of hair I used to cover my eyes. "Don't hide it." One of his eyes went from grey back to brown. I smiled at my cup, setting it on a bench next to me and leaning on my tiptoes before lightly pecking a kiss on his cheek. "Such a gentleman."
#fanfic#soulmate au#eddie x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#imagine#oneshot#my fic#arrows writing
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Got an ask for an HLVRV character so naturally to do my research I read all of Y2KVR, IT WAS SO GOOD??????? Anyways here’s a stimboard of Benrey when he’s an evil lovecore virus
AU by @year2000electronics
Center gif by @0rbitzsoda
💙 📫 💙 / 📫 💙 📫 / 💙 📫 💙
#y2kvr#hlvrai#lovecore#webcore#archery#arrow#bow and arrow#flowers#butterfly#website#black#blue#teal#cyan#writing#pen#wing#tech#technology#Benrey#stim#stimboard#not request#fav
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hot twink is tied up and penetrated
A Collection of Homoerotic Paintings of Saint Sebastian
Carlo Saraceni, c. 1610 /// Nicolas Regnier, c. 1620 /// Guido Reni, c. 1625 /// Louis Finson, c. 1613 /// Gerrit van Honthorst, c. 1623 /// François-Guillaume Ménageot, c. 1760 /// Guido Reni, c. 1615 /// Jose de Ribera, c. 1650
#academic writings about saint sebastian are so funny cos they're all like:#'yeah he isn't a very important catholic figure or anything. renaissance artists just really liked painting him. hmmm'#the bottom left one. he doesn't even have any arrows. dude you didn't even try to hide what you were doing#renaissance art#renaissance#baroque#baroque art#saint sebastian#gay#< I hope my gay brothers appreciate this#art#oil painting#catholic art
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People that headcanon Oliver and Bruce as childhood friends forget what that ACTUALLY MEANS if you see Bruce as Battison. Kid Oliver protecting his anxious quiet friend from bullies in rich kid boarding school because nobody gets to call Bruce a weirdo but HIM okay? Them drifting apart as adult life tears them away but Oliver making time to check on Bruce even when Bruce only retreats farther into himself.
Oliver looking at the new guy running around saving people dressed as a bat in Gotham and being like "oh my god that's little Brucie" (<- Oliver's barely a year older but he knows it irritates Bruce when he calls him that so it stuck) He KNOWS that bat obsession and that quiet voice and that damn DARK EYESHADOW and that FUCKING DRAMA and he rolls up at Wayne Manor like "Bruce I know I said you should branch out more but THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT??"
Oliver's fine with it, though. Bruce is...himself, in the cowl. He takes up space in a way he doesn't as Bruce Wayne, he allows himself to take space in a way he doesn't as Bruce Wayne. It's the most comfortable he's ever seen Bruce in his own skin.
That doesn't mean that he isn't going to use this as an excuse to come to the Manor univited and ruthlessly bully him whenever possible though
LITTLE BRUCIE I DIE -
Listen. Listen. Oliver was 100% the extroverted friend who Bruce, in exceptional cases where he's actually bullied enough to go, follows at parties and holds Oliver's hand the whole time
People think they're dating bc of it, which Ollie doesn't mind, bc honestly? Bruce is the youngest person there; He's alone and needs guidance and he's in a vicious, relentless state of gilded innocence and ruined youth. If Oliver has to " sacrifice his reputation" by being Bruce's boyfriend, he will
Bruce scowls at that, " You don't have to stay around. I'm not fragile."
" Neither is Gotham," a shrug " Why still protect it?" Bruce does not have an answer for that, but he will, some day, Ollie hopes.
LITERALLY you cannot convince me Ollie isn't the Dick to Bruce's (softer, awkward) Jason. Oliver carries around pics of Bruce just doing cute/cringy things, and even if they've been apart, Oliver talks about him whenever he has the chance
" Oh yeah, my baby brother still lives in Gotham. Don't ask why, I stopped a long time ago" and " My baby brother adopted 3 orphans, and I'm like, my brother in christ, you can't even use a microwave"
(And tbh as someone's who's very much not on the " Bruce wayne is actually the mask" team, I'd maybe phrase the last part as Bruce gaining confidence through Batman?? But that's just me sjsj)
Anyway Billionaire Bros my beloved <3
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Batman AKA Bruce Wayne had some where houses compromised because the LoA are back at it again and being a pain, He can't leave everything in the cave because there is so much of it, back up batterangs, grappling hooks, old cars, gadgets, the occasional Bat-mech or two. He needs to find a secure place to house all of his stuff while he deals with the LoA. He can't trust his children to take care of everything even in smaller sizes. So when Bruce is at a loss, he consults his dad (Alfred Pennyworth) for advice. Alfred says something that makes Bruce shiver to his core. " Why not give the original justice league members the extra things Master Bruce? You trust them with your life on the battlefield, why not with a few boxes of extra tech?". The thought of Hal Jordan with his extra batmobile is enough to make him reel in mental pain. However, this is Bruce's only hope, so he's called an emergency meeting for the original members of the justice league. May whatever higher being up there make sure this goes well
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