#this may sound weird but the first thing I noticed was how real his eyes looked
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the same damn thing that made my heart surrender
buck/eddie | 1.4k | t
It’s quiet and late at the station, so Eddie can very clearly hear Buck dragging his feet across the loft from the kitchen to the couch, the sound such a specific combination of distracted and perturbed he already knows to expect the little crease between his eyebrows when he finally flings himself down beside Eddie.
“Ugh,” he says, frowning at his phone as he scrolls what seems to be Instagram.
Eddie hums indulgently, not taking his eyes off the newspaper crossword he pilfered from Hen earlier.
“Ugh,” Buck says again, much more pointed and with an additional nudge to Eddie’s shoulder.
“I’m listening. What, Buck.”
“Ever since that barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s last weekend I’ve been getting the weirdest targeted ads on my Insta,” he pouts, scrolling some more.
“Weird how?” Five letter word for estrangement, ending with T.
Buck huffs and turns on the couch to face Eddie, lifting one leg up onto the cushion and folding it under himself.
“Well, May was introducing me to her college roommate—who, by the way, was giving off way more than just roommate vibes, did you notice? Like, they were acting real cozy and she kept—never mind, sorry, not the point, what I was saying was she borrowed my phone to look up something in one of those online stores, I don’t know, I guess they’re trying to decorate their apartment with a specific aesthetic? Either way, ever since then the Instagram algorithm seems to think that I want to see—” He stops scrolling, lifting his phone and thrusting it emphatically in Eddie’s face, “—shit like this.”
Eddie blinks at the proximity of the bright screen to his face, putting down his pencil to gently move Buck’s hand back a bit so he can see properly.
On the screen is an ad for… a pale blue babydoll tee with the word BRAT screenprinted across the chest in curly pink letters.
Eddie blinks again, mind blissfully empty of synapses firing until Buck says, “See? Why does my phone think this is something I would be interested in purchasing. I mean, can you imagine?”
Eddie can. Eddie can imagine. But dear God, Eddie does not want to imagine. Because now the synapses are firing like some kind of mental train derailment of catastrophic proportions, and Eddie’s mind is conjuring images of Buck, his best friend Buck, squeezed into this skin-tight cotton tee, already tailored to be snug-fitted on much smaller bodies and so nothing short of straining at every seam when met with the bulge of Buck’s biceps, the graphic logo proclaiming BRAT probably distorted across his broad, meaty chest.
“There’s more,” Buck’s telling him, scrolling again. “Like, look at this.”
He stops on a post that seems to be selling tiny red booty shorts, the words SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY emblazoned on the ass.
“I can’t wear shorts this short, my junk would fall out,” Buck grumbles to himself, scrolling once more for probably yet another advertisement whose only targeted goal is to ruin Eddie’s life, selling of wares be damned.
“I’m pretty sure those are women’s shorts,” Eddie says weakly, not thinking about Buck’s perky bubble butt clad in two-inch inseam booty shorts. Definitely not thinking about Buck disgruntledly tucking his dick so not to commit an act of public indecency—more so than the very donning of the shorts would count.
“Well, why doesn’t my algorithm know I’m a dude yet? If I’m being advertised this shit, at least let it be stuff I could plausibly buy for myself, you know?”
Eddie hums, only a little strangled. “So, you’d, uh, buy those shorts if they sold them in men’s sizes?”
Buck ignores him in favour of thrusting his phone at him again. “Look! This one and the next, keep scrolling.”
Eddie takes the phone from him, squinting at it. The first is another skin-tight babydoll tee, with the words GOOD GIRLS printed across the tits and the image of a swooping bird below.
“I don’t get it,” Eddie says, pausing over the post. “Good girls like birdwatching?”
Buck snorts, tips of his ears turning a little pink. “It’s a swallow.”
“Oh,” Eddie says. Then, “Oh.”
He scrolls to the next post as instructed. This one is a white t-shirt that says DON’T BULLY ME, I’LL CUM in red lettering, which—
“I’m either learning some—unforgettable things about you or about May, and honest to God, gun to my head, I don’t know which is worse,” he says faintly, tapping to the next post.
“Shut up, it’s not that fucking literal,” Buck grumbles, settling against the couch cushion more comfortably and watching Eddie scroll. “She was probably looking at some trendy Gen Z homeware or whatever and the algorithm saw the website and ran with it.”
“Mm, and you only started getting these ads after the barbecue? None of this is—your own digital footprint coming back to bite you in the ass?” Eddie grins as he passes a sponsored post for a vibrator brand.
“My digital footprint is not reflective of my sex life,” Buck huffs. “It’s not wrong, but it’s not—why the hell would I buy a tiny woman’s shirt that says BRAT across the chest?”
“Maybe because you—wait, it’s not wrong?” Once again, Eddie’s neurons stutter to an unexpected and horny stop. On the screen of Buck’s phone, his finger has halted over an ad for… jumbo-packs of lube, of all things. Eddie clears his throat. “Ooh, scandalous.”
“What?” Buck makes grabby hands for his phone.
Eddie passes it to him. “May really did mess up your algorithm. Also, I don’t know how I’m gonna look her in the eye at the next party.”
“Oh, uh,” Buck says, looking at the screen before turning off his phone. “No, that’s just. That’s just me, I think.”
Eddie wonders if his brain starting and stopping so frequently can result in permanent brain damage. He’s not sure he cares, because the resulting mental pictures—okay, some of that’s off-limits, always has been. Loving your best friend and respecting your best friend are not mutually exclusive, except, as it turns out, when you’re faced with the reminder that your best friend is having marathon anal sex with his—boyfriend, partner, whatever it is that Tommy is to him. Enough athletic and enthusiastic fucking to be getting ads for bulk-order lube on motherfucking Instagram.
He wonders if Tommy calls him that, calls him a brat and tells him he’s a good girl when he—
Wonders if Buck does like being bullied a little in bed—just teasing, Eddie would never—except it’s not Eddie, Eddie’s not involved in Buck’s love life, and what Eddie does need to do is shut down this line of thought before his strategically placed newspaper fails to hide that he’s half-hard at the thought of Buck in these ridiculously sexual innuendo themed women’s clothes.
“You’re not gonna finish that?” Buck nods to the folded crossword in his lap.
Eddie sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Uh. Sure.” He tilts the paper toward Buck, unwilling to hand it over completely. “Five letter for estrangement, ending in—”
“Split,” Buck says, nodding at the paper. “It’d fit with the P from apprise in ten down.”
“Oh,” Eddie peers at the crossword. “Yeah, it does. Thanks.”
“No problem. I’ve, uh. I’ve been thinking about it.”
“About estrangement?” Eddie asks distractedly, filling in the letters. “Four letter word for just around the corner?”
Buck fidgets beside him. “About—splitting. Specifically—me and Tommy?”
Eddie looks up at him so fast he nearly gets whiplash. His grip on the pencil falters, and it skitters across the loft floor.
“That’s—not true. We’ve already—a week or so ago. We’re still friends, don’t worry,” Buck rushes to tell him. “He just realised, like, with you and me—well, I guess he knew the whole time, but I just realised—the way that you and I—the way that it’s us—c’mon, Eddie.”
“What?” Eddie manages, hoarser than he’s heard himself before.
“Eddie.”
“What’re you saying, Buck?”
“Are you gonna make me spell it out?” Buck sighs. “If I got a pair of red booty shorts that spelled SAVE A FIRE ENGINE, RIDE A FIREFIGHTER across the ass, would that work?”
“Tommy’s a firefighter,” Eddie says weakly.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Buck mutters under his breath. “Fine, if they said SAVE A FIRE ENGINE, RIDE A FIREFIGHTER WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER, would it work then?”
“That’s a lot of writing,” Eddie says, voice still faint. “You don’t have the real estate in the rear for all that.”
When Buck kisses him, exasperated groan crushed into Eddie’s mouth, Eddie knows this is the rest of it—the rest of knowing him entirely: real, endless, and with a convenient standing order for bulk-packaged lube without involving any nosy algorithms.
“Four letter word for just around the corner. Near. Soon. This.”
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stills from the video I took at an evening with twenty one pilots in Berlin :):)
#I still can't believe Tyler was this close to me#this may sound weird but the first thing I noticed was how real his eyes looked#gonna upload some more of my photos and videos#twenty one pilots#an evening with twenty one pilots#an evening with top#21 pilots#21p#tyler joseph#josh dun#clancy#Clancy era#top#tøp#my show#twenty øne piløts#twentyonepilots
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Team Up I (NSFW) FT Chodan and Momo
Authors Note: Have y'all checked out Qwer… I mean Sheesh. Also I am aware that I may have a type. Part II: Coming eventually
The first time I met Chodan I was at a random bookstore in California looking for the most recent volume of Kaiju no. 8, Go Go Loser Ranger and ultraman. I noticed her nabbing a few copies of bleach (my favorite of the big three) she was wearing a simple white shirt and dark pants. Cautiously I approach she tracks me and I force my most confident and resolute smile. I think of an opener but she beats me to it.
“I see you like manga. How do you feel about Bleach.” She asked.
“It is my favorite of the big three. I love its expressive art style and how the author portrays and draws “black characters” his portrayal is only second to the author of Soul Eater and Fire Force” I respond. The lady smiles like I passed her test.
“My name is Jihye,” I nod
“Okay Jihye I dig it, but seeing you up close up you have this weird sense of familiarity.” I lied. Jihye smirked
“Well, that depends are you on twitch.” She asked seductively she was surprised when I shook my head. Seeing the opportunity I say,
“I got it,” I say mock recollecting, “you’ve been the lady running around in my dreams” Jihye laughs and smiles.
“You’re funny I like that. What’s your name?” She questioned
Two years later
“Okay, Cho. I am at arrivals,” I say to my girlfriend who’s been driving around the airport waiting for me. She had flown in the week prior for a series of shows across Japan. I was flying in to see "League of Legends" World championship which was in Tokyo this year. I was also staying an extra two days to see the showcase because I love her so much. She didn’t know it though.
When I saw her I smiled. “Hey sexy thing, you waiting for me?” she asked as she rolled the window. I smile as I get in
“You know you saying that makes me sound like a prostitute,” I tease.
Cho smiles back, “Well maybe I think you are a cheap whore. You would still be my favorite though.” I laugh with her as she drives off.
“So where are we heading?” I ask as she drives from the airport.
“Our little love nest than a PC Bang probably, don't worry though they have a card shop attached so you can play commander,” Chandan said with a smile.
“You know me so well,” babe I say as she pulls up to the Hotel’s parking Chodan smiles before kissing my cheek. We get into the hotel and I set my bag down and take in the view.
“You like it?” Chodan asks. I nodded and turned to her
“Yes, but I like this view more,” I say as I watch her take off her jacket and reveal her tight tank top. I kiss her and she chuckles
"You're such a slut you know that," She teases while bringing me in for a passionate kiss. her hands wander across my chest and arms before she breaks the kiss and lifts the tank top over her head. her eyes are wide with lust as I smile before responding
"Well, when my girlfriend looks this hot how can I say no, ya know?"
"Well, Why can't I just be sexy without my whore of a boyfriend needing to fuck me?" She teases back. Playing her game I respond in kind
"I can take a nap we don't have to do this," I respond. Cho responds aggressively by throwing my shirt off me and forcing my pants open.
"I have gone without this evil but delicious cock for 4 months. you are not going to deprive me of it any longer," she growls and I worry slightly because she's never done that before. but my fears are soon pushed away as she takes my cock into her mouth. Her tight vacuum seal around my rod is intoxicating and causes me to begin moaning for her
“Ah fuck Jihye,” I moan out reverting to her real name. She takes me in further than she ever has as her throat relaxes around my cock and her eyes scream at me to go deeper, so I lightly grab the sides of her head before fulfilling her request. I plunge my cock deeper. Her gags and my moans are the only audible sounds resonating in the room I look down at my lovely girlfriend and gone is the cute girl I have come to love and cherish replaced with a hungry predator. She devoured my rod with the fervor of a starved animal.
Her adorable bright eyes left dark tainted by the shadow of lust as her throat stretched to accommodate me. Her eyes invite, no demand I cum down her throat as she challenges me to fuck her face harder, which I do. I thrust with more force as she gags more on my cock her eyes roll into the back of her head signifying her satisfaction. Her spit is flying her makeup is ruined but she is euphoric in her body as I watch her finger herself. Unable to hold off any longer my dick churns massive amounts of cum down her throat as I exploded into her tight wet throat. Chodan moans causing an almost secondary orgasm on top of my original one but I hold out. I needed to own her pussy as well. When I left her mouth she stared at me with a disheveled but blissed-out look,
“Thank God I had that itch in my throat for months, and only your cock could scratch it” Chodan joked before stripping the rest of her clothes. Her tight body enticed me to further depravity but what sealed the deal was her sizable bust swaying in the cool air hypnotizing me to fuck her for real this time. I grabbed Chodan wordlessly causing her to yelp before I stuff her pussy with my cock
“Hey? Ooh fuck.” her voice went from a high-pitched yelp to a pleased moan. My cock invaded her insides as she said, “Oh is my slit gonna cum again?” she always knew the words to set me off as I began slowly I pulled out just enough for the tip to remain in her before slamming my whole length back in. Chodan moaned no longer having the mental capacity to do anything other than take my cock which she always did so well. I groped her mesmeric orbs she called breasts and forced her body to be flush with mine instead of having her bent over the bed. My primal instincts took over as I thrust into like an animal trying to impregnate her. The harder the better.
Chodan throughout all could only moan before she came on my cock. Her moans rang through my ears like melodic percussion as she lost herself to the pleasure but I as her drenched and sloshed pussy squelched and squeezed my high was not far off. I explode into my girl as she moans “Oh God yes, oh God yes,” we collapsed onto the bed with my cock still inside her. When we woke up she rode my cock again to her and my fulfillment. Then we took a quick chaste shower Cho and I went to the PC Bang she mentioned.
You and Momo were heading to PC Bang after a long and stressful day at work. As you walk in Chodan and I bump into y'all.
"Oh Gomen," I reply. You look at me with a curious look as I return the look.
We stare at each other for a bit of time before Momo says to Chodan, how pretty her hair is. you notice my deck bag and ask if I play mtg in English. I nod and you gesture for Chodan and me to join you. Momo and Chodan split off while we find a nice table to play at.
"Do you play modern?" You ask.
I nod.
"Oh good, I hate 1v1 commander."
"I do as well," I reply, "that is why I built Domain Zoo," I added.
"Okay good you are playing an archetype and not Jank," you reply relieved pulling out indomitable creativity. We get set up and I face you. I pull out my dice.
"Do you want to go first or should I?" I ask. You point to yourself and I give you the thumbs up. We shuffle up and you and pregame action I play Leyline of the guildpact. You give me a thumbs up and play your turn 1 Ragavan. It gets to my turn I play an arid mesa and tap it for an Esper sentinel. you look at me surprised and then on your next turn you cast a bolt (directed at me) and then I draw a card. You swing Ragavan and pull a leyline of the guild pact off of my top. I shrug at this, but before we can get further into the game the building begins to shake. We look at each other and run outside. As expected a Kaiju is wreaking havoc on the city. I take out my transformer and you take out yours as we do our transformations “Hyperion” you yell
“Hyperion X” I yell
We transform and fight the kaiju. Through our combined efforts it honestly barely an issue. We deactivated our transformations before the HDF could even arrive.
“So you’re also a Hyperion?” you ask. I nod and quantify
“But I was born here,” your eyes narrow and you respond
“Hmm, that’s a first,” you say.
I shrug and reply
“Well my parents like this planet, as do you it seems,” I tease as I watch our girlfriends walk up to us in their full HDF combat attire.
“Oh good Dota you’re safe,” Chodan says relieved. You and Momo look at me confused.
“Dota?” You question.
“Oh right, I never introduced myself. My name is Dakota King but everyone calls me Dota usually.” I respond you nod and then Momo says,”
“Okay well then Dota and Chodan how about we get some lunch since our date was ruined,” Cho and I nod as we follow the older couple. We went to a nearby restaurant and had a pleasant experience where got to know each other. I learned that Momo and you were part of Japan's HDF force (You were a cleaner, and Momo was a fighter), and we also learned that Chodan's subgroup would be working with Momo's group for one of the upcoming showcases. After we ate our fill Chodan and I left.
"They seem nice," Momo says to you when the two of you get back to your shared apartment.
You nod, and reply, "I wonder if they have any other plans? Maybe we can see them again."
Mom lights up, "Ooh I'd love that," she says happily. The two of you then quickly discard the other's clothing and begin making out. Momo moans into the kiss.
"Someone is excited," you say to her. Momo nods,
"I have you all to myself tonight, and I am going to enjoy it," Momo said.
#kpop fanfic#fanfic#male reader#kaiju au#momo smut#twice smut#hirai momo#twice momo#chodan#chodan smut#qwer#Qwer Chodan
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Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)
What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?
But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!
Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!
We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.
3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.
But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..
Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*
Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.
By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!
He fails to dodge.
🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!
He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.
Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...
He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.
Weird.
They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.
But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!
So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~
Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.
Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.
Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.
Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.
They take it so well. So perfectly.
He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.
Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.
And using them.
Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.
Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆
See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>
He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.
Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.
Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.
But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-
Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.
Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?
One way to find out.
And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-
Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.
He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>
.....what's that sound?
*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.
Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.
OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.
Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.
Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?
And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.
He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!
Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.
So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.
Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.
He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.
Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".
(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)
👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒊
Note: Never written anything this extreme. Do not repost!!!!!!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!
You just got home from a tiring day at work.
The first thing you noticed is the welcoming smell of delicious food.
Your boyfriend has made you dinner after work.
Although Barou may not seem like the most gentle person,but he definitely has his way of showing affection and making dinner is just one of them.
He was wearing the apron you bought for him as a joke and it actually fitted his body soo nicely. Barou had a sleeveless shirt underneath showcasing his abs. The sight makes you giggle since the apron had little bear ears and a cute pocket with lace on it, contrasting his muscular figure.
Shouei had his hair down like he usually did at home and when he heared you coming into the house he came to greet you.
Due to his appearance you decided to joke around a bit since you love seeing his reactions of being annoyed and confused.
-Are you gonna ask me if I want a bath, dinner or......
Before you could finish your sentence you notice his reaction change a little.
-WAIT WERE YOU ACTUALLY!?
He just blushed and nodded, looking away which was totally unusual for a tall, muscular men like him.
You felt flustered yourself and then chuckled about how silly the situation was. You knew eachother for such a long time, yet still sometimes acted like this was just the beggining of your relationship. It made you feel nice inside, knowing that he actually cared and that you could enjoy life together even in these weird situations.
You started laughing at what was happening and after a bit cooled down.
-You know? I just keep getting more and more attached to you everyday.
You felt him soften up a bit after you sead this. You decide to hug him since you haven't been able to do anything in a while anyways.
-How about dinner then?
After that he hung up your coat and helped you remove your coat like a real gentleman, even cleaning up your pockets. Both of you go to the kitchen and eat the delicous dinner maid Barou had cooked up for you.
It was healthy(as expected from your boyfriend). He has made steak that was lathered with wine and the taste of the wine mixed with the meat was really amazing.
Barou noticed your eyes light up when you tried the food and smiled to himself at the sight.
-You like it? Meaby I should make more of it.
You blush as his smile. You didn't think that even his smile would make you feel this way.
-Y-yeah why not? Hey, you are really starting to sound like my mom now with the whole "I'll do it more".
He seemed surprised at this.
-Is that a bad thing?
-No, it just shows how caring you actually are. It's soo unsual for a man your size, yet it makes me feel soo comfortable.
Your boyfriend's smile grew at your comment and his eyes seemed to sparkle a little. Barou has always kept up the king attittude and been getting through life being being as tough so he can assert his place in this world and start a new generation of football.
You felt glad knowing that your boyfriend is stable enough to balance his emotions.
After you enjoyed the dinner by talking and eating the delicous food your personal maid Barou has made you decide to take a shower.
You get ready for the shower and put your bath robe on. Barou is in the other room watching TV waiting for you to shower.
You walk into the bathroom and to your surprise there are rose petals in the bathtub with a bath bomb on the side, waiting for you to start the water.
You blush just thinking about how toughtful your boyfriend Barou is.
You start the water and put your hair up. You enjoy the feeling of the warm water mixed with the florescent scent of the water. You start to get into your thoughts after 5 minutes.
You haven't showered with Baroh in a while now. The last time was probably a month ago. You decide to ask him to shower with you and meaby even more. You call him into the bathroom and he comes to you.
-Did something happen?
He asks from the other side of the door.
-Why don't you join?
You say and feel his amusement from the other side of the door. There is a slight silence before he walks in and removes his clothes(he does the pull from the back thing that men do). You blush realizing just how attractive your boyfriend is.
He gets into the bath with you and pulls you unexpectedly. I mean he has been gentle all day today.
-Wh-what!?
You are a little startled by his suddenness and realize thay now you are on top of him in a bathtub, naked.
-I've been waiting for this for soo long and now I've finally got the chance. I've been holding back and planning on doing it after you shower but I guess you have other plans.
He seems excited and smiles a little as he said all that.
He isn't the type to smile and it's actually really rare, but for you not soo much.
He is leaning against the tub with one of his hands around the edge of it and the other on the upper part of your arm, keeping you in place.
-Ba-......!?
You couldn't even finish what you were about to say and slightly gasp as he cuts you mid-sentence and pulls you in even closer. He kisses you passionately and leaves no air for you.
You back off a little to get a little air before he pulls you back in for more.
At this point you are gasping and getting groped by him all over. Your boyfriend's touch is gentle as an excited and rough men's can get. You feel the pressure on your skin and let little noises out that taunt him even more.
He readjusts you like some type of toy and now you are sitting on top of his tights, his dick only a few centimetres away from you.
You knew what was coming next and soo did he.
You did it in the bathtub as water splashed all over the surface. You changed positions even going on to the counter at one point soo he can show you your fucked out face for his own pleasure. The sex was rough since you haven't been able to do it in a while, almost making you feel like you were a virgin again.
You were dirtier then when you entered the bath, since he painted you in his white stuff.
After that, your boyfriend cleaned up the mess he made on you and gently carried you to the bedroom.
You were just about to get ready for bed and felt at peace when he wrapped his arms around you while falling asleep. Then suddenly you noticed his hands shifting to other sides of your body.
-Wait!? You aren't actually doing it right? I mean we just did it in the bathroom.
You blush from embarrassment just thinking about how someone could desire you soo much.
-Are you to tired?
He was straight to the point and wasn't going to wait.
- You can still go.
He didn't even wait a second after you agreed and straight up lifted the sheets from you, startling you a little.
He pulled protection from the night stand and ripped the package with his teeth(Ik that's cliche but it's still soo good).
You could tell by his eagerness, that this night was going to be a long one.
Next morning you wake up exhausted. Turns out the "relaxing" night Barou was planning of giving you had an opposite effect. Even more soo his dick was still inside of you as you have slept through the whole night on top of him.
He woke up and saw you trying to scoot out of the bed and not wake him up. Barou pushed his hips upward and did what was expected of a man starved from his girlfriend.
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⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries
“ ࣭⸰ ★ HOPELESS ROMANTIC ; geto x fem reader
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⊹ ⠀⠀ geto suguru was having such a great day...until you knock on his door at 6:00pm begging for help with your boy troubles.
contains; geto suguru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, love triangle
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"what the fuck are you doing here?"
geto thinks this is the first time ever, that the two of you have been within six feet of each other without gojo around to make conversation...and it's weird. he didn't even know that you knew where he lived, let alone would come knocking on his door right before he was about to leave to get some korean barbecue chicken. he's barely moved in yet, with the summer coming to a close as campus begins to open up again, and you're surprisingly the first familiar face he's been able to see. yippee, lucky him. man, he really wants some honey garlic chicken, right now.
it's not that he doesn't like you. he thinks you're fine. you're normal. you don't cause any trouble unless you're with gojo, and you might be more similar to geto than one may think— but hanging out with you has never really been a thing. the only notable thing that you do have in common is gojo; and unfortunately, that's the very reason why you're here.
"satoru made a hinge profile." you sigh.
who cares?
"okay? he's satoru, that's not unusual." geto assumes this conversation will be a waste of time, but he wants to hear you out. he's nice like that. "is there a bigger issue?"
the look in your eyes tell him that there is, and within the ten seconds he takes to gaze at them, he finds himself lost. just for a moment, he's standing on a cliffside, gazing out at the open sea, with a sunset of colors painted before him. he's understanding your emotions from a painter's point of view, noticing each blended shade watercolored onto your irises with gentle brush strokes. there's loneliness, hopelessness, helplessness...and most significantly...there's love.
"you're in love with him, aren't you?"
without thinking, he moves aside to give you space to enter his room. he knows that this conversation will be difficult for you and wants to give you the privacy to vent in quiet; after all, it's the least he can do.
"how are you in love with satoru? he's like a walking std." geto thought you were the one girl who wasn't in love with his best friend. it seems he was wrong. "there's a ton of other guys on campus to go out with. why don't you do that thing people talk about online...the...what is it? hot girl summer?"
you groan and hug his pillow to your chest. when did you get on his bed? "i don't want a hot girl summer anymore, geto."
"i want a satoru summer."
that sounds like something out of his nightmares. the thought of gojo invading his every day and shadowing him from the sun is almost nausea inducing— however, geto didn't let you into his safe space to judge you. he let you in so he could listen.
"i'm just so tired of watching every other girl go on dates with him, it's not fair! why does he want them? none of them actually know him. they don't know his favorite stores or how he likes his eggs cooked! they don't see the face he makes when he's actually upset, and they definitely can't tell the difference between his fake upset look and his real upset look! i know him better than anyone— including you— and i don't understand why he doesn't love me like i love him! —and now this new class of freshmen girls get to have him? no! it's like he doesn't even see me as an option, he just looks through me. i don't exist in any romantic category in his brain, it's bullshit."
as your tears soak his favorite throw pillow, geto takes a moment to piece together everything you cried. with the voice cracks and small sobs, it was difficult for him to follow along, but he believes he understands the main point. you love gojo. gojo doesn't love you. simple.
geto would be lying to say that gojo's just a coward and actually does want you back. he knows firsthand that his best friend has never ever mentioned you in any romantic way. to gojo, you're just another best friend that he can rely on when he's being an absolute dick— which is a shitty situation for your sake, but you deal with it anyways just as geto does.
"y'know what i think?" he leans against his bed frame, gently tilting your head up to look at him. "i think that he might not be right for you. i mean, if you feel like he doesn't see you, he's not the one."
you bite your lip, struggling to hold in your tears. "but he is. i know he is. i need to be better for him."
now that's just not right.
"no." his hand is caressing your face. the position is very intimate and if anyone walked in they'd definitely assume you're a couple, but geto isn't aware of that. he just wants to make sure that you're going to be okay. "you shouldn't have to change yourself for satoru of all people—"
"but i do need to!" the volume of your voice surprises him, causing him to jolt back and let go of your cheek. "i just need more experience to be the kind of woman he likes. i need to actually put myself out there, i mean, i never do that. obviously he isn't going to like me if i don't even know how to flirt." you don't know how to flirt?
"you're joking right?"
"why would i be joking?"
"you seriously can't get a guy?"
"...i don't want to answer that."
ohmygod.
"alright," geto clears his throat and sighs the deepest sigh in his entire life, "i'm going to do you a favor and take you on some dates for practice. nothing more than that; just a few dinners, maybe some coffee shops, and if you're lucky i'll even throw in a bookstore or two. nothing romantic, though. i just want to be a good friend."
there's a small smile creeping on your lips. "are you serious?"
it's kind of cute. "dead serious."
and suddenly your arms are around him and geto thinks he might lose consciousness with the lack of oxygen he's getting. you give good hugs.
"thank you! thank you!" you're excited again and he's happy to make you laugh. your crying face was too much for him to handle. you don't deserve to feel sad, you're too sweet for that. "i'm so excited! i can't wait!"
what has he gotten himself into...
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MERMAID! READER X HAZEL CALLAHAN
so, instead of doing all the college stuff i have to do i decided to watch a movie called"the lure", pretty weird movie btw. please enjoy :))
Hazel just wanted to have a peaceful day at the beach with her friends, instead she got into a fist fight with a fisherman.
song: see you again.
It was hot, very hot because it was summer after all and Isabel though it was a good idea to impose "hot girl summer" into everyone in their club. Josie decided she had to join because no way in hell she would let her beautiful girlfriend walk around in bikinis without her being close, PJ pretty much went anywhere to see girls in bikinis and Hazel, well, Hazel genuinely wanted to spend a good time with her friends and enjoy the ocean.
Eventually everyone decided to join, and it was great.
All of them were having a good time, that is, until Sylvie hit Hazel hard with the volleyball, almost knocking out some teeths and hurting her nose pretty bad.
—I will just buy some ice. —Hazel said with a soft smile, trying to not worry her friends.
She had no idea were to find ice, so she opted for walking around instead. The scenery was nice and calm, the waves sounds making her sleepy, the soft wind bringing the salty smell of the ocean. Everything seemed to be just fine, until she heard some screams.
—Oh, fuck you Mr. Man! —a girl said, Hazel didn't see much. Just a girl getting grabbed at by an older, and obviously, drunk man. It was enough to her to move in their direction.
—I would make a great money with you. —the man said. From far, the girl seemed to be out on his boat against her will, he was on top of her, grabbing her wrists. —Can't believe you're real!
—Uhm... Hi! —Hazel screamed, capturing their attention —Sir, can you let the girl go? She really doesn't look like she want to be there!
—Yeah! I kinda don't want to. —the girl said, her hands moving to slap the man in the head, making him grab her wrists more forcefully. The girl whimpered.
Hazel may not be the quickest or the strongest person in the world, but she did got up in the boat and punched the old man with such a strength. Honestly, it surprised herself.
The man went to hit her, only to Hazel avoid completely the punch, after all, she was smaller than him but definitely wasn't half drunk as he was. It was easy to knocked off the man, after that her first instinct was to turn for the girl.
—Are you.... Oh my God! What are you? —Hazel screamed.
The upper part of the girl body was something mundane, nothing special, her lower body though. There was a long tail instead of legs, long and shiny and green tail.
—I have no idea how you people call my people. We just call ourselves Atlantis. —the girl was moving, pretty slowly around the boat, using her arms and hands to crawl around the place. —Can you help me? —she turned to Hazel. Who was honestly to shocked to do anything other than watch the beautiful creature before her.
—Help you?
—I need to go back in the water. I'm outside for to long and I feel like dehydration is coming for me. —Hazel came close, the girl was the prettiest thing she ever seen. Looking closer she had gills around her neck and hypnotizing eyes.
—I can take you. —Hazel said, noticing she was getting too close, the girl turned to look to other side, a blush painting her cheeks —You put your around my neck, like this... —Hazel for some reason started whispering, while helping the girl wrapped her arms around her. —I will help you up like t...
—The tail is too heavy for you! —the girl said, getting pretty much ignored by Hazel, who raised her very easily —Oh, you're strong. —the girl said, touching Hazel arms.
Getting off the boat was hard, because she had to hold the girl, walking around the knocked out fisherman, and walk into the rocks. Only then, putting the girl in the water.
Once she connected with the water, the girl swimmed down, only to swim back up and sit in one of the rocks, asking Hazel to move closer.
—I'm Y/N. —she said, running her fingers through her hair.
—Hazel. —she answered, a little nervous about being around a thing, no, a Atlantis so pretty.
—Thank you, Hazel. —Y/N said her tail was in water, seemingly to shine —That asshole was gonna to take me to... Honestly, I don't know where.
—Yeah, it looked like he was kidnapping you...
—Kidnapping... I have no idea what it is. —Y/N giggled —You're pretty. —she said. Hazel felt a blush going through her whole body but, Y/N seemed to not notice. —Are you the standard for females in you species?
—I... uh... no? I don't even think I'm the best example of my species. —Hazel laughed in an awkward way. She definitely didn't feel like the best example of her species, probably all of her friends were better examples. Also, Cate Blanchett was a female of her specie, how could she be the standard when that woman existed?
They kept quiet for a while, till suddenly Hazel heard her friends screaming. Searching for her, at that moment, she knew it was time to say goodbye to Y/N.
—Nonsense! —Y/N said, spilling water into Hazel with her tail —You're the prettiest human I've seen so far.
Y/N had seen many humans in her life, males and females. She never got too close because to any of them because her mom always told that humans would kill or sell her around once they got the chance. Which wasn't a lie, considering that the fisherman would probably do that.
But not Hazel. Hazel helped her when she needed and took her to the comfort of the ocean again.
—I have to go. My friends are searching for... Oh!—Y/N kissed her cheeks, dipping in the water right after, a large smile in her pretty face
—Bye, Hazel! Hope to see you again! —and then she disappeared, leaving Hazel there with the silliest smile in her face, heart growing in her chest and mind wandering if she would ever see the atlantis again.
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this is gonna sound a bit weird LMFAOO but can u make a story about tom comforting you after you has a nightmare something HELP THIS SOUND SO CRINGEY but i need it so please😭😭😭😭
(Hello! Thank you for requesting and I'm sorry if this is not to your taste and it's not cringey just may be bad bc this is my first nightmare comfort lmao)
I'm Real, They're Not
You didn't know what time it was when you bolted upright in bed, but looking out the hotel window, it was late.
You looked around almost frantically, your heartbeat racing as a permanent cold sweat covered you like you were drowning.
"Huh? Yo, (Name)...?" Tom muttered, seeing you look right at him in the dark as he sat up on his arms, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
You barely acknowledged him, Tom noticed you seem to stare through him and not at him.
"Babe?" Tom asked, finding your arm in the dark as he grabbed it only for it to be yanked back.
"Hey! Hey," Tom pulled his hand back as a now terrified look bloomed on your face, Tom's posture and expression more cautious, a bit more gentle and sympathetic than before.
"You okay?" Tom asked, just as he saw you stare into the dark as tears almost gathered in your eyes, your body shaking.
Tom finally had it click in his mind.
Tom sighed, moving closer to you, slowly not to scare you once more before he reached out for you.
"(Name)..." Tom trailed off to a whisper, noting your shaking figure from the night terrors you had been having recently.
They came every night, no matter how hard you clung to Tom or how many times you woke up and went back to sleep.
Only thing was Tom was always there, but your mind wasn't always.
"I'm gonna touch you real quick, okay?" Tom continued on, practicing what he knew almost by heart now.
You turned to him to see your boyfriend, looking at you carefully as his hand hovered over your arm, finally seeing wasn't just in your mind, but your boyfriend who helped you sleep at night.
You didn't answer, your eyes darting over his face as Tom gently rested his hand on your arm, letting you register it before he moved once more.
Tom wrapped his arm around you, waiting a moment as your almost slacked figure stayed so still as he brought you closer.
You took it all in, his scent, the feeling of his skin uncovered by a shirt, remembering as he complained it got hot, and realized you weren't there.
Tom could recite the moment he felt your hand make its way onto his arm, gripping into it almost painfully but he refused to say anything.
He would take it, what mattered now was comforting you.
You moved quickly once you knew it, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cried out of shock, terror and almost embarrassment once again for having him see you like this.
Tom shushed you softly, gathering you in his lap as you held on tightly, feeling his hands on your thigh and holding you tightly.
"It felt so real…" You almost sobbed out, feeling Tom running his hands over your legs and arms almost comfortingly.
"I know, I know. It wasn't, though. I'm real, they're not." Tom whispered into your ear, not making a move as you held on and he kissed the top of your head.
"It's okay, nothing gonna happen while I'm here. I won't let it." Tom whispered against your hair, waiting for your response but getting none.
"I won't let it, you know that. Okay?" Tom repeated once again, waiting until he finally got the quiet nod he needed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." You apologized through your tears, feeling Tom let go ever so slightly to run away your tears with the pad of his thumbs.
"Don't be. I'll gladly do it, every night if I have to." Tom shook his head, kissing your forehead, your cheeks and finally, your lips.
"I'll stay up all night if it means being here when you need me."
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Okay, I have never done anything like this before, But I need to get this random thought out of my system. Small analysis and thoughts of color theory in tales of arcadia: Why I thin Gaylen Krel could be a real thing
I really like Gaylen Krel concept and here is a little speech about why I think it would be interesting with a very vague concept of color theory (it's actually just my my totally altered perception of reality and boredom).
(An apology if anything here sounds weird, English is not my first language).
I do not think it is necessary to say that this has spoilers for the entire saga of tales of arcadia if you haven't watched it
Some extra alert, I may be editing this constantly, since I may notice some new stuff and since my english may improve jsjs
So, there you have, the 3Below squad, as akiridions, all of them are basically blue, all equal, nothing to say here, this is clear, BUT- I think something interesting happens when they are in their human desguise: the predominant color is red.
In Aja it is easy to see this in her shirt and shoes, the only blue element is her jeans, For Varvatos it's a little less obvious, but both his shoes and his jacket are also red (His pants are a kind cream color (?), which like red are warm colors, the only cool color element is his shirt), and then we have Krel, basically all his color palette is blue, cold colors, The only red element is his shoelaces, which is hard to notice.
Someone once told me: ok, but Krel skintone is really warm, and this supports my theory, all the characters have most of their warm colors ON THE OUTSIDE, but Krel, aside from his cold clothes HAS THE WARM COLOR INSIDE HIM, HE'S THE WARM COLOR.
And just like fun fact, like, BRO- even the dog is designed in warm colors 🙃
It seems to me that this could represent a bit how difficult it is for them to fit in being themselves (?) after some point I''l explain this
Another extra parenthesis, I find it curious that in the TOA saga the blue color palette predominates in characters that are "not-human", Like Jim who becomes a troll, or Douxie who's a 900 years old wizard.
And it seems to me another important detail that Claire and Toby represent a little about this dynamic of cold and warm colors.
Toby is orange and red, warm colors = human. He was human and he¿ll be a normal human forever.
Claire is purple, closer to red, but still cold= normal human but a wizard (a kind of transition?)
Together, The path of the chromatic circle represents how they move away from being human. You can check de crromatic circle here:
Douxie does not seem to have any predominant color temperature, he wears neutral colors, this may be because he wants to go equally unnoticed in both worlds, but the detail is in his eyes, normally his eyes are amber (yellow, warm color) but when he uses magic they become blue like his magic itself.
Anyway, I don't want to stray too far from the topic.
It's been a long time since I watched the serie, But I think we even have a whole chapters on that topic. Aja even with problems at the end she fit quite easily as a human, For Varvatos, socializing is a weirder experience, but in the end he has his thing with Nancy and is quite accepted among the other older adults, But we get a whole episode of Krel feeling bad because he doesn't think anyone will remember him, because he never quite fits in.
Long short story if you already see the serie, no much what to say on that, good ending to everyone.
Aja although she tried hid in the human red, in a human disguise, in the end she fully accepts her responsibility and decides to live in the blue that she was born, as the akiridion she is, while Krel, Despite being the most insistent in wanting to have his life back in Akiridon-5, Krel Krel who wanted to hide behind the blue of what he considers his identity, he decides to live like the human he feels like.
But wait. don't missunderstood me, This for both of them is neither good nor bad, neither of them rejects their nature, and I think this is an important part of 3below, embrace who you love and who you are, part akiridion and part human.
I think you may be getting my point: For them being blue is actually good, because at the end they are not human, they just are who they are, And they proudly show their true colors, and they actually do it in a very literally way jjsjsj
BUT-
Here we have. Blue vs red.
I need to be honest here, at this point this becomes more imagination than anything, but I think you all might agree with me.
Gaylen represents many things that an akiridon should not be, And what color is him? Oh of course it's red, a fucking warm color.
Speaking of my theory that warm = more human, I find it curious to point out that Gaylen only has 2 arms, wich is very human for the royal ones.
I saw many people talking in many places here on thne internet that it seemed that Krel and Aja woul be a heirs of Seklos and gaylen, some in the figurative sense of "oh yes, don't let yourself be corrupted by power and be good people" and others in the literal sense. I believe both are true in some way.
There could be many things here but as I said it's a lot of imagination. Was it really a mere coincidence that Gaylen's core was on Earth? Are the colors a coincidence?
Here is a series of points that you yourselves can connect.
The cores of the tarron parents are blue. Probably any akiridion core is also blue. Cold Color
Heartstones are orange, warm colors.
Gaylen Core is purple, but he wasn't an Akiridion? shoul't it be blue? oooh, look a the chromatic circle, purple is just aside froom de red. May be healing?
Let's say Gailen and they would have been more than a vague part of the lore, following what was said before, that Aja's nature is blue and Krel's is red, it is easy to say who is who's heir each one, but Seklos is not seen nowhere, was she really destroyed or is she somewhere else? There are many suspicious places for me, the shadow realm, the darklands, I'm just saying...
I don't know how the whole thing could happen to get in the story to get to the point of Gaylen Krel, but there's my final though: After that, his new red colors could represent a lot of things, maybe the warm colors really only represented a nature that lost of magic and in the end we were all always meant to be magical (?) just saying that, for example, Toby's grandmother has lived suspiciously too long to be a normal human, perhaps he is not as human as they wanted us to believe. That would also be an interesting door to explain why Toby's presence was really necessary from 3Below.
Bu hey, I want some angst, what would meant that Krel is Gaylen's heir? He's a akiridion after he becomes like him? maybe he¿s something more, something weird or strange, not akiridion at all, not human at all
Under this theory, it is similar to what Jim went through as a half-troll, although it is predominantly blue, the eclipse details are red cause after all he's still Jim, that human boy that we all love, and that was sacrifice and change was somtething needed to be made bt doen't change him at all, they both had to become like this, and after all, Krel would still being Krel.
Just I would like to think of a parallel to Jim's breakdown when he becomes a troll but with Krel changing drastically when he becomes Gaylen's heir. Imagine the team trying to catch him to help him and cheer him up because, yeah, by this point in the story, since when did the team care about who they were o are?, and like the cherry on the cake, instead of the legendary Jlaire scene of "no matter who you are, I love you" we might have some cute confort sibilings moment with the same vibe but with "whatever you are, you will alway be my little brother, "
Someone please tell me I'm not crazy with all these thoughts, I am traumatized with TOA
#TOA#tales or arcadia#trollhunters#3below#krel tarron#aja tarron#varvatos vex#Gaylen#Gaylen Krel#TOA theories#Gaylen core#seklos#seklos and gaylen#claire nunez#claire nuñez#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#troll jim#hisirdoux casperan#Douxie#color theory#3below theories#spoilers#tales of arcadia spoilers#Krel deserved more in the saga#thoughts at three in the morning#Gaylen Krel was meant to be a thing#change my mind#toa wizards#color theory analysis in tales of arcadia
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Hi! I was thinking, I know it’s not suggested take dinner very late but I’m always cooking at midnight so may I request a scenario with tecchou making dinner at midnight (very soft please ^^)
12 AM
Tecchou Suehiro
Midnight sounds like an ideal time to have dinner to me 😆😆
cw: none
600ish words
You tossed and turned in your sleep, your arms reaching to your side but you couldn't feel him. The oh so charming Tecchou.
You scoffed. Last time this happened, Tecchou was outside in the cold without any jacket and was watching a colony of ants randomly.
He claimed that they were more active in the night and the colonies would be bigger.....he ended up catching a cold and you were burdened with a whiny Tecchou who never stopped complaining for a whole week!
Getting out of bed, you groggily walked out of your room, a faint smell of curry lingering in the air.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously when you saw Tecchou stirring the pot gently. You couldn't see what he was making since his bare back was facing you but your reckoned curry rice. It's the only thing he knew how to make after all.
You noticed his head nodding up and down occasionally which made it known to you he was trying to fight away his sleepiness.
"What're you doing?", you spoke in a quiet voice seeing as it was literally the middle of the night.
Tecchou's shoulders jerked up not expecting to hear your voice at all.
" 'M hungry", he muttered, his lids barely able to stay open.
You wrapped your arms around his torso. "Why don't you sleep first. You can eat in the morning".
Tecchou pointed to the clock ticking away on the wall. "It's morning already".
Yeah, real funny. "I mean when the sun is actually up".
Tecchou frowned. "I need food now". As he said that, he used a spoon to scoop a bit of curry up and blowed on it before offering you a taste, in which you happily obliged.
Your face immediately tightened. You didn't know what it tasted like but it definitely wasn't just curry.
"Did you add something to it?", you asked hesitantly. You weren't sure if you actually wanted to know. The smell was so normal that you forgot about Tecchou and his weird food combinations.
He nodded innocently. "A bit of chocolate and kiwi".
Your mouth fell agape.
"Why would you do that?!", you exclaimed.
He shrugged his shoulders before putting a finger up in the air in a matter-of-factly manner.
"It's supposed to make you stronger".
...
You gave him an unimpressed look. "And how'd you find that out? By one google search?", he nodded affirmatively.
Tecchou nonchalantly placed some rice and curry on his plate, offering you a plate too but you kindly declined when you saw the kiwis inside still had the skin on them.
He let out a small huff, grabbing a spoon, along with a fork. You were confused as to what he needed the fork for but decided to pry no further.
Tecchou sat down at the table and you figured the least you could do was sit with him, even if you knew he'd just be sending you glares for turning down his food.
"...what're you doing this time".
The man currently had the fork up to his right eye, closing his left eye in front of you so he could see you through the fork.
"You're in jail for not eating my curry".
"You mean your chocolate kiwi curry?".
"Yeah!!".
masterlist :)
a/n: I saw the fork thing on a pinterest post and thought it was too cute for me not to add
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I’m fucking DEAD,you idiot!
Pt2 —— Pt3
A specter of a sort had been following Tav's group for a while. Gale was first to notice but didn’t realize that acknowledging the ghost would bring so many surprises.
Your specter form wandered around. You’d never left Balder’s Gate since there’s a lot to see and never enough time to do it. Besides the attack from that weird tentacle thing was kinda simulating. You floated beyond the city limits and wandered. You didn’t know exactly where you were going but you felt a particular pull to a grove with Druids that had been bombarded with Teiflings. They were well meaning, trying their best to pull their weight and to avoid conflict but it never made any sense how hostile the druids were to them. Even the kids.
You couldn't help them in the state you were in. You were simply a being that could only watch and never be seen, no better than the many onlookers that watched the problems fester. It was until you saw them. It was a strange group that you could sense something weird from them. The leader Tav was a strong willed person. A being that felt stronger than what met the eye. Tav was followed by several people. They seemed to be joined in a shared pain or experience.
But there was one who stood out to you. Who seemed to shine in your eyes more so than anyone else in this group of oddballs.
His presence was like a gust of wind, stirring the leaves and quickening the pulse. With every word he spoke, wisdom dripped from his lips like honey, sweet and irresistible.
But it wasn't just his intellect that caught your attention; it was the fire in his eyes, the passion that burned bright within him. He spoke of his magic like a lover recounting tales of forbidden romance, and you found yourself drawn to the flame of his fervor.
It was impossible for you not to follow him. The transparent you that clearly didn't belong anywhere. A part of you wished to be real for even a moment. To be able to hold his hand or to even give him a smile that he could actually see.
You watched as Gale taught Tav how to channel the weave. Something inside you felt jealous. You wanted to be the one who he taught. While Tav and Gale had interactions that seemed friendly at best, you still wish to stand with him. You clicked your tongue and watched as he explained how to channel the weave. You did your best to follow but you had minimal success. It was pretty good for a dead person. However, when you did succeed...you phased through the floor from your own excitement.
You wanted Gale to praise you. To tell you that you did a good job but those were words reserved for Tav. Words that you will never hear from him or anyone else.
You felt a sense of sadness, you knew that it was never going to happen. That you were a weird case and would never interact with someone else in such ways again.
You floated over the nearby lake. The moon reflected on the water. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for your sad mood. You stretched out your hands and started to use your weaker version of the weave to try and recreate the few memories you had.
Being in a bed.
Loved ones surrounding you.
A doctor saying you were in a coma. That he was unsure you'd ever wake up.
You shook the weave off you. The lonely feeling eating away at your ghastly body as you stood on top of the water.
"I knew it. I'm not crazy." Gale's voice rung in your ears. He seemed to sound like he saw you. You laughed upset as you sigh.
"Why do I always expect something to change?" You mutter. You turn to get from the center of the lake but Gale was there. He didn't say anything. He only stared at you. His gaze was soft, as if he saw something that only he may admire. The kind of gaze you wish was directed to you.
As you looked at him, a thought came to mind.
Who was he looking at?
You turned around to look at the other side of the lake but there was no one. You paused as you stopped floating to where land met water.
"Is he looking at- GAH!" He had gotten so close so quickly. If you had been with beating heart, you'd die on the spot from the scare. The only thing that his jump scare caused was you flying up into the trees, losing control of your body.
"Sorry! I didn't realize that I could hear you as well!" Gale promptly apologized. You stare at him strangely but then laughed wholeheartedly. This situation was crazy. A ghost and a wizard talking on the same plane.
"You can see me? You hear me to? Oh this is crazy." Excitement in you was high but also worry. How long could he see you?
"It's been quite some time since I've been able to see you. You're quite the curious one."
The two talked. You told him what you knew about him and his group. The silly things his group mates would do when they thought no one was watching. He explained the weave to you as you did your best to follow.
"Oh! And then Your friend Wyll? He got his horns stuck in a tree!" You laughed as you recount the moment. Gale enjoyed how you got along. He found it weird that he wished to be friends with a ghost but it was fun for him.
"Have you ever wanted to live again? I mean, I think there are ways to get you a body you may control." Gale offered halfheartedly. He knew of some ways but they weren't ways he was confident in.
"Of course. Who wouldn't want to live? I just...I can't exist in such a form." You jolt as your mouth had went faster than your thoughts. You promptly said goodnight to him and left him with confusion as to what you meant.
As time has gotten away from the two of you, Gale got closer to you. It didn't matter where but he'd always find a way to speak with you. Even in the under dark, he carefully whispered with you where he rested. If there was anything he looked forward to, it was the little conversations that you shared. The only thing that he was sad about is that you never spoke of yourself. Not your past, not your fears, gods he doesn't even know your name.
"Hey. Why haven't you told me your name yet?" He carefully pondered. You shrug as you cross your legs in the air, hanging upside down.
"Don't remember it too well. I remember other things just not that." Gale clicked his tongue sad. He then grinned.
"I'll name you then! Avira! It means specter." You nod thinking to yourself. As much as you cared for him, you couldn't allow yourself to get too close. No matter how much you wish for it. It's not really something that can happen with your situation.
"Gale. We should stop. Whatever this is." Your gestures were loud. Your hands moving with each word as you tried to distract yourself from his response.
"What."
"I mean. What good is being around a specter?" You argued.
"You're my friend! The hells you mean what good?!" Gale grit his teeth as he tried to understand.
"I'm just saying-"
"That I'm not worth sticking your neck out for?" Gale accused. He could only see his past lover. The goddess who wouldn't allow him what he craved and how useless he felt before her. You weren't her but gods...did he feel as if you were.
"You want yer fucking answer?!" A sudden angry accent came from you.
"Yeah! Give me your pathetic reason for leaving me!"
"I'M AS GOOD AS FUCKING DEAD YOU IDIOT!"
Your form disappeared as soon as you shouted this. When his mind calmed however, you were long gone. No evidence of your existence and as the others didn't know of you, he had no one to reach out to about this. The only thing that nagged at him were your final words to him.
What did you mean by as good as dead?
Were you not dead already?
#fanfic#fantasy#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#ghost#modern day#astral projection#magic#bg3#baldurs gate 3
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Mirael gets jealous seeing how you treated Cassedee, your possible newest student.
tags: angst, gender neutral merlin! reader
word count: <1000
After the long conversation you had with Cassedee about idolizing Merlin and her thesis, you return to the main square of Holistone, you give an affirmative nod to Valen who pours you an empty glass of beer. As you make your way to his table, your peripheral vision encounters the scarlet sorceress, and there is something strange in her gaze, something that your soul felt and knew, but you weren't able to.
And how could you? You had forgotten about her whole existence.
It's strange, there's an eagerness that makes your body want to enter this personal orbit of hers, but your mind doesn't understand the reason for this need, you understand that things between you are peculiar, on her side there is indeed a relationship, but for you... you wonder if there's something there beyond the same thing you feel for all those new companions around you, nothing but companionship and gratitude.
In any case, whether you like it or not, you remain static in the middle of the road, standing still without looking directly at her, but you both know that your mind is on the situation, and without much self-control, you head towards her.
— Are you planning to stay here? — your voice went a little low at first, you sound like you're still in puberty, she didn't seem to notice or at least didn't find it that funny enough to comment.
— I never planned to leave... not since I found out about your disappearance.
Mirael doesn't look you in the eye, she seems too focused on removing the cuticles from her wine-red nails, but you notice the difference in her tone, there's something unsaid there.
— If you plan to teach again, I advise you to be honest with the girl.
— Are you talking about Cassadee?
“Is she jealous?” There's a weird part of you that gets intrigued by her reaction.
— So you do plan on teaching her.
— I didn't say that.
— I am not saying it's a bad idea, but think a little more before you accept the job, she may not be able to deal with the real academic you.
— I'm not the same, Mirael.
— I know.
You regretted your words when you heard how pitiful her tone was, but you couldn't give her the answers and history she wished for, you weren't the same, you wouldn't be able to get back what you once were.
— When you leave?
— I am just waiting for Lorsan to finish the deal with the boat.
— Dark Forest it's then.
She breaks eye contact again, following the wind, seeing how the leaves almost touch her feet in the ground. The Sorcerer take a deep breath before hesitantly moving her eyes to you.
— Do you miss your memories? Do you long to discover what you've lost and left behind?
You didn't answer, not to make a mockery of Mirael's words, but simply because you didn't know what to say. Ever since you lost your memories, you've been in conflict after conflict, there's been no room for thoughts about yourself, perhaps, unconsciously you're running away from that? Tirelessly going out of your way to help others in order to discover a bit of yourself, but Merlin's true essence may always be a blank book for everyone.
— You can read every conflict and people’s problems with such a facility, but you know… you can't try to know them just to know yourself, you won't find the answers you look for in somebody else's eyes.
— But it's what you are trying to do, isn't it Mirael?
She laughs with your answer, you can't sense, not even a little bit, of real feelings in her voice.
— I never wanted to find you for such shallow reasons, Magister Merlin. I know myself, I may not understand my purpose yet, but I can see what I am.
— Well, but I admit, I was such a fool, wandering around this world without knowledge of where I truly belong…With a hope that I would find the answer in you.
You wouldn't know how she felt, you had forgotten everyone and everything after all, it's not as if you had chosen to erase her from your mind, but you understood the remorse and felt that there was nothing that could be done or said that would take the weight off your back and her pain, your heart and soul could yearn for the glory days of the pair, the ones when you compared her to beautiful things while your eyes were enchanted by the view of the river, when sharing your knowledge and her presence were all you could care about, when the great Merlin fought for Mirael's education and presence in the spaces you frequented.
These were special days, days that you now only remember through Chippy's mouth, diary entries and the confused feelings of your conscience, but they were also days that would never come again. You could miss it and Mirael could miss it, but you both knew that now, the only thing that could bring you back together would be nostalgia.
You weren't able to say anything back, she just gave you a half smile and turned back to watch the leaves as you engaged in a conversation with an excited Lorsan.
And as the night set and the boat set sail to the Dark Forest, not only you, but everyone in Holistone were able to hear the single firework that was sent into the dark sky, you felt you knew from the exact place it came, a place where you can stop by to see the river and hear the birds, where the Merlin used to feel at peace.
Everyone was able to see and hear the firework, but you… you were the only one able to feel the meaning.
It turns out that Merlin's first really impressive spell was to forget someone so important.
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Hii having a weird time mentally rn. May I request Tomura, Spinner, and Setsuno's reaction to reader suddenly tearing up while cuddling just because they feel so loved? That's all they've ever wanted and they're just so happy to be with their partner
(Hey Anon, although I don't know what you're personally going through, I sincerely hope it gets better for you. I'm also going through a little mentally as well. Hope this post helps to at least take your mind off things for a bit. Much love)
~Tomura/Spinner/Setsuno SO tearing up during cuddles~
headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble
-If you're quiet about it then he likely doesn't notice you're tearing up at first. If you're VERY quiet about it then you can go a very long time until he at least begins to notice the moisture from your tears seeping through the fabric of his old grey sleeping shirt. He probably jolts out of his stupor and looks down to see the wet spot on the fabric. He squints and then turns his attention on you. The jig is up when he asks "why the hell you crying" in a fully concerned, raspy voice. You admit to him it's because you feel so loved when he's with you. Also that you feel warm and safe in his arms and you love him so dearly. He rolls his eyes at the sentiment and water works but his heart denies him as it's beating out of his chest at the idea of being so loved by one person. "Shut up and go to bed" sounds gruff but you understand exactly what he feels about you when he kisses your forehead so gently and begins stroking your upper back until you drift off to sleep in his arms. Had you been more tired then you might not have caught his quiet whispering back: "I love you too."
-Spinner is probably holding you while playing on his phone and hoping you get some rest. You're a night owl lately so he's been worried about you not getting enough sleep and not feeling fully like yourself. His heart drops when he feels your grip tighten on his chest and he looks down to see teary e/c eyes looking back up at him. "Y/N what's up with you???" His panic will only intensify by the second if you don't speak up here soon. "Nothing Shuichi, it's just...well I'm thankful for you and the love you give me is all I've ever wanted." Great, now he has no idea what to say that could live up to that! Finally after taking some time to think about it, he's come up with a response to your words. He smiles softly and pulls you closer into the warmth of his clothed chest. You inhale the faint scent of the new soap he'd been fond of, and you listen carefully at his quiet voice. "Y/N, I love you so much more than you can ever imagine you know. It's a little crazy for me to even think someone accepts me the way that you do...that someone loves me the way you do. If I started to express now just how much you mean to me then I wouldn't be done until many years from now. More directly to say, I'd be dead before I could touch the tip of the iceberg about how much you mean to me. Y/N, you're my everything."
-As soon as he hears the slightest sniffle, he jolts up and turns on the bedside lamp to get a good look at you. "Oh, oh no. Y/N are you okay?" You smile sheepishly and sniffle once more, reaching up to run your watery eyes. He beats you to it and gently swipes away the tears that ran down your cheeks. "Don't do that, you're starting to make me cry too." He says softly and you laugh. "Sorry Toya. It's just that I was thinking real hard about how I'm just so happy to be with you. I mean, you make me beyond happy and I love you so much." You're words weigh heavy on him and before he knows it, his eyes are now teary too. "Awww shit, now you've gone and done it." He sniffles and pulls you into a tight hug. "I love you so much Y/N. It drives me crazy sometimes haha!" You return the hug and smile widely into his chest while he begins to rock the two of you. After a while of rocking, you both slowly find yourselves settling once more into the plush comfort of your bedding. Drifting off and dreaming of each other as lovers often do.
#fluff at midnight#im right on time#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#toya setsuno#tomura shigaraki#shuichi iguchi#headcanons
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Okay but CONSIDER~☆ Petty, territorial, exhibitionist Kon!
(Also he has Strong Opinions and I tried to keep things In Character since I am working that. He's against feminizing Tim because he doesnt want to make his boyfriend disphoric. Slight realism to the porn? Attempted!)
Him and Tim? Dating. His memory? Flawless. He remembers EXACTLY all the emotionally scarring bullshit they put his boyfriend through. Tim may forgive, but HE doesn't. Fuck those guys.
What's WORSE? He can hear EVERYTHING. Your expressionless mask doesn't mean SHIT when he can hear your heart rate pick up. SEE your eyes dilate. When walls don't do SHIT to stop him hearing you beating your meat franticly, after excusing yourself to "make a call".
But Tim's HIS. Not theirs.
They break his heart and make him feel not good enough. KON makes him feel loved and powerful and happy. KON spent his whole life, fighting to have things that were JUST for him. His, not superman, not anyone else's. His. And Tim? Is HIS boyfriend. Is amazing.
And Kon LOVES making him feel good.
Really taking his time. Using his TTK to tease and pinch, stroke and hold, keeping Tim JUST where he needs him. Taking care of his needs in the ways Tim never seems too. Over and over, til he's all soft and boneless. Twitching. Gushing all the pleasure Kon pumped into him. Head finally quiet.
It's amazing.
So maybe that's why he doesn't stop. Even though he hears the arrogant stomping of Jon's bratty friend. Jon cleared out to the barn and some loud music over an hour ago. When he caught the LOOK Kon was giving Tim. Smart kid. But apparently not smart enough to drag his buddy along. Because now the little shit is looking for him.
Kon doesn't care.
He is face first between to long, powerful, legs and trying to make Tim's brain melt with his tounge alone. From the grip on his hair? Decent progress, so far. He adds fingers, making Tim's back bow. Earning those awesome little sounds.
The foot steps faltered then froze, outside his door. The brats heart rate has sky rocketed. Turned on by listening to Tim getting finger fucked. What a little perv.
But? Kon's discovered? He's kinda... in to it.
Showing them what they'll NEVER get to have. Showing them how it's DONE. That's right, little perv, listen to how GOOD I make him feel. You could never. This is what he, the REAL Robin, deserves.
Fucking Tim? While Damian stands frozen just outside his bedroom door? Is one of the best times they've had together. Kon nearly breaks his bed. Leaves Tim hoarse but glowing the next day. Granted, with a noticeable limp and unable to sit down, but Tim is hardly complaining.
Kon just grins, like a shark, every time Damian looks at him.
And of course, Kon has to do it again. It was AMAZING. Invite him oooover, babe. He miiiiisses yoooou. Sad face.
Tim laughes but does. Gotham is stressful after all. Even if, for some reason, the gremlin has been avoiding him. Weird, chirps Kon, who knows EXACTLY why. Wonder why that could be?
Arrives to find Dickhea- sorry, Tim's BELOVED brother DICK, who definitely didn't betray him, and TOTALLY didn't try to Put Him In ARKHAM, THAT Dick... hanging around. Trying to "make amends". (Kon's ass he is.) And doing team ups. Hanging like a leech all over KON'S boyfriend. Eating all of the food TIM should be coaxed into eating before there's a chance and lounging around Tim's home like he owns the place!
.....ha ha. Kon's not mad, babe. Promise. He could NEVER be mad at YOU. :) :) :)
(He might murder this clingy bitch, though.)
But, hey! This IS Rob's place. And you know what's Perfectly Reasonable, nay, even NATURAL, to do in one's own place? With their boyfriend? Come here, babe~ My power, clever, gorgeous, sexy, hasn't showered for three days, hot mess~ let's get you cleaned up and in bed.
Oh yeah, your brother will TOTALLY respect Boyfriend's Over time. I texted him for you and everything thing! (Kon didn't and honestly? Dick wouldn't.)
So Kon gets his boyfriend naked. Always a delight. Some sexy groping and forplay in the shower. Wet and sexy fun! A classic. Can Kon hear Dick planning to "head over to Tim's"? Half way across the city? Well maybe certain individuals are about to learn to text first. And that they will NEVER get what they want so bad, no matter how hard they go panting.
Meanwhile? Kon is working Tim up. Hitting all his good spots. Stubble rubbed against the neck, as he kisses his way down. Not too hard, since Kryptonian hair has no give. Just little prickly sparks. Right down to his pecs. Not tits, never tits, or Kon gets kicked out of the bed for WEEKS. Made THAT mistake exactly ONCE.
Manly, manly pecs with the hottest pink little nipples you've ever seen. Likes when Kon uses his TTK for the other one. Focuses on uses his hands to stretch him, tease his fantastic hole and little t-dick clit. Tim totally loses it. Starts trying to RIDE his hand and make him go faster. Always whines and begs when Kon has to hold him still.
Oh look, someone sneaking in the window uninvited. Wonder who that could be? Gee, sure hope he remembered to close that security feed of the bedroom. But, shucks. Technology is just SO confusing! Hope they don't ASSUME Tim is ALWAYS at his desk and go looking there first!
Does Kon sit up and leave Tim's nips to his TTK, just so the cameras can REALLY get a good visual? Of COURSE not. Tim just really, REALLY enjoys the feeling. So he's giving him double the action as he slides home. Even adds his clit to the teasing, just to see that open mouth, gasping for air, feral thrashing look, Tim gets.
Kon hear the searching, meandering footsteps of their intruder, reach Tim's desk and freeze. In that way only a highly trained Bat could. A heart rate spikes and breathe is sucked in sharply. A swallow.
Ah, did Kon for get to turn off the audio? Whoops. Thank goodness it was on low, huh? But I bet that close to the desk, you can hear it. Room's REAL quiet.
Shift of fabric, the camera's audio is turned up.
Perverts, all of um. "Brotherly feelings" his ASS. Kon fucks Tim through his first orgasm, pounding short and rough RIGHT against that spot he likes, just as Tim likes him too. Listens to Tim's perv brother jerk himself desperately. Fantasize about how HE would be SO much nicer and sweeter to Tim's hole. Timmy this and that, like Rob's a little kid.
Like Rob would even be INTO any of that.
Calls Robs pecs TITS. Calls him PRETTY. Has no idea what Tim NEEDS and never did. Can't GIVE IT to Tim like Kon can. Pump into his hole until Tim feels like he's gonna break, then grind nice and deep until he DOES. Tease him for hours when he's all stressed and lost in his head, so he unravels into mush. Lift him up and don't let him down until he's been STUFFED with you. Til his legs are shaking and he can barely see straight. Till all he want is to pass out and cuddle.
Rob needs someone who will lovingly fuck him UNCONSCIOUS and will still be there, holding him, FUCKING HIM, when he wakes up. Needs to be so WANTED it drives someone a little insane. Needs good and pleasure and thoughtless, bone melting bliss. Not babying and tender little nothings.
And frankly? Kon is a petty, mean, Tim-fucker. He's woken up and chosen violence.
Deliberately avoids Tim's g-spot, like that isn't an execution worthy offense. Tell him, babe~ He wants to HEAR. What do want him to do to you? And Tim? Who is being fucking edged and FURIOUS about it? Says BET, opens his mouth, and makes all of Kon's dreams come true.
Holy Shit, Babe~ :D Yes Sir o7
Kon gets to destroy some perv fantasies, hear FANTASTIC Tim dirty talk, AND use TTK to fuck every orifice Tim HAS. It's a fantastic afternoon. He even gets Tim to take a nap instead of going back to work.
And would you look at that~ No clingy leech! You want pizza? Bart recommend this great place. Let's get pizza!
But then Mr. Broody Psychological Trauma is demanding Tim come play hostess to his Gala. Isn't he dating or something? A socialite no less? Make HER do it! But no. Tim has to go entertain old rich bastards and smile.
Fuck it. He's coming too.
Tim just laughs at his blatant gate-crashing plans and hands him an invite. Asks if he wants to go suit shopping. Mmmmmm sexy suit sex. Roleplay options. Yes please. They go shopping. It's awesome.
Less awesome? The party. Very boring in fact. And EVERYBODY wants to fuck his boyfriend. This may be his villian origin story. Also he fuckin KNEW it. "Bruce isn't like that" Kon's ass! He ALSO called that he totally wants to bone Clark. Without his piercings in? And in a suit? Kon looks VERY Clark-ish. Tim's old man keeps checking him out.
Frankly, however, Kon doesnt care.
He's on his last god damned nerve with these "oops! Ha ha, my bad." Handsy mother fuckers, touching his boyfriend. He dives into the crowd. Something, something, he's drunk, Tim. Come get air with me.
Tim knows damn well he can't GET drunk.
So obviously he better go take care of his Poor Drunk Boyfriend (ooooh nooooo).
Tim drags him to some side room the family uses. Before Kon can even get his hands under all those layers, he's sliding to his knees and swallowing Kon to the root. Fuck. It's EXACTLY what Kon needs. Hot and wet, cherishing and so damn eager. Absolutely milking him.
He cups that beautiful head and let's TTK slid down his body. Like hands stroking under clothes. Pinching and massaging his pecs. Rubbing his skin. Teasing his clit. Spreading him open for fingers to stretch and fuck. Kon can just lean back and enjoy the moaning. The eager rocking of Tim's mouth onto his cock.
Especially as the feeling turns from rubbing to fingers fucking into him. From fingers into toys. From toys into cock. Until Kon is spit roasting his Boyfriend all on his own. Making him whimper and twitch as he's rocked between two cocks, just how he likes it. Clinging to Kon and treated like something precious, head utterly empty, nothing but his next orgasm to worry about.
He whines when Kon pulls out of his mouth. But Kon promises he's just switching ends.
The best part? About using TTK during sex? Is they never need sex furniture. Kon can just bend Tim over thin air. Hold him there. So long as SOME part of him is touching Tim. Which, really, is an easy ask. And dragging down the probably ruined suit pants, Kon distantly notes soft steps approaching the door.
He slides home regardless. Grips those amazing hips and starts to pound. Tim desperately teasing his chest. Mouth open to be fucked by TTK cock, pouring out moans and fucked out cries. The wet squelch of their bodies meeting.
The footsteps have frozen. A reaction, muted. Almost... trained. Someone used to controlling their body. Oh my, oh my. It's the big perv.
The door's a crack. Not closing it, huh? So who are you staring at, Bat? Tim, your SON, as he gets fucked. Gasping and drooling, moaning for more, harder, deeper. Or Kon? The CLONE of your "best friend", a married man. As he fucks your son. Hips rolling, muscles lit with sweat, groaning in the pleasure takes from the body beneath him.
Which is the one you're getting off too, Batman? Tim? Him? Both of them? That's right, close the door and run. Kon can still hear you jerking it in the family wing.
Maybe Galas ARE fun.
As for Hood? Kon gets confronted. Because Jason can see the pattern developing and is self aware enough to Admit Some Stuff to Himself(tm). He WILL shoot you. And worse, he'll tell Tim. M.A.D. mother fucker.
Well, then. As long as he's aware Kon wants his spine as a mantle decoration. And he never, EVER makes a move on his Boyfriend. Yeah. Kon is willing not to torment him with glorious Tim Sex.
Great. Here's some coupons and gift cards to fancy ass date spots. Leave Jason to suffer his many mistakes in peace. The SECOND you are dead...
Ha! Tim will clone me. But THIS time, with my permission and adding his DNA so we have a Clone-Baby. Bart is husband number 2. None of you fuckers have a chance.
Suffer.
Like Kon said, he is a petty, Tim-loving, exhibitionist, bastard. He also now has date night plans! Sweet. Oooh. Fancy! This one's that new place with the waiting list. Nice.
-🐼🐼🐼
kon being a borderline exhibitionist and making sure to fuck tim in front of his family so they know exactly who he belongs to- and then them having planned out that if he dies bart will be tim's second husband so no one in his family can have him 😭😭😭
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may i request the main cast minus sunny (kel, aubrey, hero, basil) x reader who’s just moved in to sunny's old house and is being haunted by mari's ghost? sorry if that sounds weird.
Reader who has just moved in to SUNNY’s house
featuring: KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, HERO
tw: mentions of hanging, mentions if suicide
KEL
at first he was shocked to see someone was moving in to his old friend’s house.
he immediately ran to someone he saw first, and that person is you.
“hey! you just moved here? my name’s KEL, its nice meeting you!”
the two of you instantly became friends due to his outgoing nature, you would often invite him to your house and he would accidentally spill out something about the siblings.
“this is where MARI used to- nevermind…”
KEL notices that everytime he suggested to have a sleepover on your house, you would always avoid it and tell him that his house is much better.
he eventually agreed and lets you sleep over his house.
though on the middle of the night, he found you nowhere to be seen.
he searched everywhere around his house, until he heard sobbings on the bathroom. KEL rushed in to see you crying on the floor.
he instantly wrapped you in a hug and asked you whats wrong, you told him everything. How you’re always seeing a girl with black hair everytime yo open your eyes on top of you.
KEL was suprised, he asks you on the ghosts features, you told him that she has a black hair, pale skin, wore a white dress, and has a mark on her neck.
he grew paler everytime you told him the features and told you to sleep over his place whenever you felt uneasy.
AUBREY
probably looks at you from her window 24/7
though occasionally she would see you throwing stuff at …something..?
AUBREY starts to approach you after a few days moving in to the neighborhood.
then she would ask you if she could come over, she finds it suspicious that you look hesitant to let her in. But you let her in one way or the other.
she starts to look around and told you that this house was once her friend’s.
“do you know, (name)? this house was once my friend’s… until she committed sui- nevermind.”
that thing scared you to death, you start to hyperventilate. All those nights you saw a ghost are real, and its someone who has killed themself.
AUBREY immediately starts to tell you to calm down, which you eventually calmed down.
“h-hey! we could.. come over to my house if you want. Though its not the best place to sleep.”
its better than seeing that ghost around trying to poke at your things.
BASIL
at first he was terrified when he saw your cars parked outside his friend’s used-to-be house.
he couldn’t imagine how much was going on inside that house, especially since the treehouse was still there and that.. tree.
even though the tree has been cut down, it still pretty much gave him the trauma.
BASIL decided to take an approach on you after your first day of living there.
but what he find was completely different from what he expected. He saw you looking so much different from when the first time he saw you moving.
yesterday you looked so happy, so full of excitement… but now you looked so dull, so scared.
BASIL instantly knew what was going on, it must’ve been… something. It was going after you.
“no.. not again. (n-name)! its okay, everything is okay…”
he saw how terrified you looked after going inside the bathroom, it must’ve suffocated you.
he’s happy that SUNNY is finally moving on, but now.. BASIL has to take care of you.
he couldn’t let something take you aswell, he’s not the only one who could saw it. He has you now after he left.
“(name).. i know this feels scary, but trust me. I know how to solve all of this… once and for all.”
HERO
he didn’t know how to feel when he first saw you unpacking your furniture inside his late crush’s house.
after sometime, he took all of his courage and starts to walk towards your house.
after telling each others names, you thought that it would be a nice thing if you invited him over for dinner.
“oh? ofcourse, (name)! i- uhh see you at seven!”
to tell you he was NERVOUS. Its been awhile since he’s been there, he doesn’t know if he’s mentally prepared for this. But he went for it anyway.
HERO was nervous at the dinner table, usually he’s not the type to sweat but this is his late crush’s house for stars sake.
you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, HERO found it quite suspicious since he’s saw you went there a hour ago. And you didn’t even eat or drink anything.
he eventually excused himself too and went to look out for you, he knocked on the door and went in.
“you.. you saw it too didn’t you?”
HERO couldn’t understand what you’re talking about until when he saw her corpse hanging on that forsaken tree.
“but- but i thought her dad has cut down the tree..”
you were suprised that he knew about this, and asked him more on what he know.
“you need to tell me on what happened here.”
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∿ ░᪶⃗ 🥢៹┊ easy talk ;; Shikanoin Heizou
cw: fluffy, confession (sort of), not reviewed, gn reader
notes: I can't take him off my mind help
"I fell in love with a detective."
You said simplistic, casually passing your eyes in the beige pagers of your next mission, letters and letters with such detailed instructions you don't get surprised to see a ink blot in some places of the page, like the writer, for an instant, forgot they were writing and soon enough the a weird circle was made.
"Oh, is that so?" Heizou voice sounded too close to where you are, out of the corner of your eye you can see him at your side, your arms almost touching.
"Yes... do you have any tips?"
"Tips?" he clicked his tongue, a mix of disgusting and amused through both his expression and his note of voice. You didn't dare to look straight to his eyes, too afraid you'd lost yourself into it too easily, even if the pages aren't that interesting.
"I don't want him to discover it, how can I make a detective doesn't see through my fail acts that I'm madly in love with him?" You explained calmly, looking for a courage it just happened to you got so suddenly and, Archons, you could even feel your subconscious already thanking don't know how many Gods for didn't stutter.
"Madly in love?" He repeat and you could, almost, too near to completely sure of, that the color of his words had a hint of jealousy, disbelief and avoiding liking tone.
"Did I accidentally broke you?" You tease, for a detective, was he really completely clueless?
The leading thing your eyes catch when you decide to look at him for the very first time from what looked an eternity of doesn't observing the little points in his cheeks was his own green eyes inspecting you. The shiver that passes through your spine when his stare is directed straight to your own eyes felt way too real, enough for you to fake-cough and avoid his sharp expression.
"Oh" Heizou mumbled, you could even see the bright smirk that adorns his lips just by the way he pointed the word and only here you notice your cheeks was slightly warmer than normally would. You cough again.
"It depends" He start speaking; by now, it's clear the amused shade, the way he is sure he is going to have a lot of fun from this "If they are a good detective, they'll know, don't matter how hard you try to hide it"
"And if they're a bad detective?"
You couldn't stop the laugh that scape your mouth when you saw the completely offended expression Heizou's face had, looking at you in disbelief before his words sounded again.
"Oh please, I think you are capable of liking someone smart."
You laughed again, — you didn't know, but he could not avoid to get his expression softened at this view of you.
"And what you mean by it?" You ask with a smile in your lips, looking at him (not eyes, never eyes when this close).
"I simply think you're the kind of liking a good detective, I mean, someone sharp enough, you're too good for falling for a detective who can't even tell your feelings towards them."
"I guess I can't say otherwise, can I?" You asked still with a smile, it's clear you both could have some fun in this little game of yours, and as a plus you are having fun by his reactions.
"Of course not" He says almost immediately, but recover himself very quickly, and with a smirk he lean closer to your face, only to put in place a lock of hair that went out of place, moving away as he speaks "And may I know who is the definitely sharp detective you fell for?"
Your heartbeat stops and speeds up at his tone almost too soft. It's not some quiet voice he usually uses, and even if the teasing still (of course it still-) he reverberates way too kind, almost with a hint of pure lovely esteem.
You could only sigh, looking away once more, a genuine smile as you spoke in the same accent.
"Can't the best detective of Tenryou Commission discover?" You tried, and note in the tried, tease, but you only got a small chuckle of Heizou.
"I can, obviously, but I still want you to say it"
"..."
"You're a little rascal, aren't you?" You said with an accusing expression, getting a ' surrounded ' gesture of him, who laughed at it, nodding as he talks.
"But you fell for it."
"Yeah, I did."
notes: I hope someone likes it alnxosms I feel quite silly so I wrote this but too lazy to re-read to see if it's makes sense so sorry for anything and by any case I can always use the "not my first language" card 🙏🏻 /hj
anyway I hope you liked it and even if not thank you for reading <3 hope you have a great day!
#genshin#genshin impact#heizou#heizou x reader#genshin x reader#heizou fluff#genshin heizou#genshin impact heizou#heizou genshin impact
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