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[socksandbuttons]

Proud enabler 💪

AaaaAaaaAAAAAAA LOOK AT HIM

Yesssss give him thg gun!!!!!

[bruciemilf]

Jason’s alcohol tolerance is exactly 0.09%, which Dick knows. Which is the primary reason he roped his siblings into playing a drinking game.

At most, Steph, who likes to think she’s fluent in Jason, — or Batboys with repressed emotions, at least, — anticipated the following:

Angry shouting, maybe some swear words God definetly didn’t approve of, trying to fist fight Alfred’s plants, painting the Batmobile pink, and the works.

She definitely didn’t expect a ruby cheeked Jason to cry in Bruce’s lap.

“What the fuck are we gonna do if we don’t know eachother in the next life, huh?!”

Tim piped up with an a nerdy rant, — technically, if life were to reinvent itself into another existence, it’d simply be an alternative universe being created, — but Jason simply throws his shoe at him.

Bruce, much to Damian’s pride, doesn’t look shaken in the slightest. If he can handle his mother, he can handle everything,

“Sweetheart, I really think that’s not going to happen, thought,” he assures him with gentle conviction.

“But we’re not gonna know eachother! What the FUCK. I want to be your son in every life. I’m gonna kill God.”

“Please don’t kill God.”

“We’re Jewish, what do we care?!”

“Jay,” Bruce promised, “I would find you in every universe.”

That was supposed to make Jason feel better, not make him cry harder. But it’s cute Bruce tried, Dick thinks.

He still grounds all of them for paining the Batmobile, thought.

[miss-jaye]

shoto was thoroughly confused when you barged into the house, quickly kissed him on the cheek, and told him to wait in the living room while you hurried up the stairs, arms full of shopping bags.

he blinked slowly, deciding to sit patiently until you came back down.

five minutes passed, and he heard the sound of your footsteps pitter-pattering down the stairs. you appeared in the living room, dressed in a short, white sundress with a cherry print, paired with a red cardigan.

you gave him a bright smile, spreading your arms wide. “what do you think, sho? it’s cute, right?” you giggled, clearly excited.

shoto blinked again, his eyes slowly raking over your figure. he observed how the dress hugged your curves just right, the playful cherry print adding to the charm. paired with your radiant smile? oh yeah, it’s perfect.

without a word, he stood up and extended his hand to you. you took it, a bit confused, tilting your head like a curious puppy hearing a new sound for the first time. shoto then gently twirled you around, letting him take in the dress from every angle, his gaze soft but intense.

when you completed the twirl, you faced him with a lovely smile. “shoto?… do you like it?” you asked, feeling a bit nervous under the weight of his focused stare.

he met your eyes and replied straightforwardly, “i like it on you.”

his words, simple and sincere, made your heart flutter. you stepped closer, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him, the warmth in his gaze making you feel cherished.

“you have good taste,” he added, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “but i think it’s your smile that makes the dress perfect.”

you couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “you always know what to say,” you murmured.

“only for you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“so,” you began, your voice playful, “should i go try on the rest?”

shoto chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “if it means i get to see you smile like that again, then yes.”

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

mmmmm imagine satoru fucking you in front of a mirror, right.. he's holding you flush to him, his hips ramming into yours at such a tasty fucking pace oh, it feels so good. and then he goes to grab your chin to make you look at him through the reflection, thinking that he's going to see you unravel right then and there but no, no – your eyes meet his and satoru knows that you're not his plaything.

he's yours.

your lips strech into a pretty little smile, pupils blown wide as you coo at him when his hips stutter. he swears under his breath, his cock twitching inside you – you tease him for slowing down, you tempt him with your sticky words.

"c'mon, pretty boy, don't you wanna make me feel good? don't you wanna come inside, don't you wanna fill me up?"

his head is dizzy, but he'd rather die than to refuse anything you ask of him. it doesn't even matter that you're mocking him, that you're just trying to push his buttons – that only motivates him more. he wants to make you proud and he wants to take care of you. and if doing those things means that he gets to be your toy, than so be it. he fucking loves it.

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

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[rapidhighway]

i get him btw

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 31 — Ren!

[slttygeto]

you might be the main thing baby – hanma shuji

“baby.”

usually, hanma reacts almost immediately when you call him such an endearing pet name. this time, he doesn’t and you don’t really push it. he always hang out in the living room during the late hours of the night when he kept tossing and turning in bed and decided he didn’t want to bother you but this time feels different.

“come back?”

“can’t sleep doll.” you see the cigarette between his fingers and a frown settles on your face as you approach him, footsteps so light you were scared you would startle or hurt him.

“you don’t have to—we could cuddle?” you walk up to where he’s sitting on the couch, stand between his spread legs. you stare down at him, shivering when his free hand caresses the back of your bare thigh.

“you wanna cuddle?” his hand travels up to your ass, kneading the skin before bringing you closer to him.

“mmm, I do.” you place your hands on his shoulders and straddle him. his free hand then pushes your hair away from your neck, intense golden eyes staring at the exposed skin as though he wanted to litter love bites all over.

“can’t say no to my pretty girl, can I?” your heart flutters at the possessiveness in his tone, but you’re still worried about him and you remind him that you were here to make sure he was fine.

“shu,” his favorite nickname. “you know you can talk to me, right?”

“I do.” he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a drag. when he exhales, your hand goes to grab his jaw whilst the other takes his cigarette away.

“then talk to me.”

“doll,” his eyes are fixated on the cigarette but he quiets down when you bring it to your lips and let it rest there. like a professional, all because you’ve seen him smoke so many times you’ve memorized his mannerisms.

“yknow I don’t like my birthday.”

“you don’t like being celebrated?“ you ask as you place the cigarette onto the ashtray.

“exactly—“ you sigh in defeat, scooting closer until your crotch is directly against his.

“how insulting,”

“to you?”

“mmmh to my boyfriend,” you say it so softly, so quietly that hanma’s cold heart warms up for a bit. “to my sweet, loving boyfriend.”

“who are you cheating on me with?” he tries to joke around but you continue to grip his jaw, holding him in place.

“the love of my life.” now, you’ve never been too vocal about what hanma is to you. sure, he knows you two are in love and that he means a lot to you but you’ve never expressed it through words. to hear it for the first time, hanma’s heart feels though it’s about to explode.

“I’m all of that to you?” after a beat of silence, he asks and you nod. completely honest and raw.

“and more.” you whisper against his lips, brushing your nose against his own.

“you’re killing me,” he almost whines against your lips and you giggle as you get off of his lap.

“come back to bed, shuji. i got your birthday gift for you.”

[moralesfilms]

Y’ALL KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS???

IT’S MY BOY’S BIRTHDAY OFCCC!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILES <33

[ohimsummer]

satoru loves when you feed him. he just adores watching you dote on him, patting away crumbs and stains on his face as his lovely little wife, both of you knowing full well that he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself. but it’s something about you doing it that makes his heart beat a little faster, makes him so much more aware of his love for you, and get a craving to paint your lips in the wettest kisses. his mind goes empty. it's just you—a blurry haze of your heavenly face and the forkful of food you're offering him.

"it's hot, satoru.", you warn him.

"mhm.", he hums, eyes closed in contentment and he's clearly not listening. all that’s on his mind is the loving regard he has for your generosity. he asked for a taste of your food, jokingly, and of course you oblige. you love him, after all.

“no, satoru, i mean—“

and it’s too late. satoru’s taken a bite without so much as a second of hesitation. you watch his lips curl up in a grin for a good half-a-second before his eyes jolt open, and he’s spitting it out in his hand.

“b-baby—!”, he coughs, wheezing helplessly as his face begins turning a bright shade of red. “wha—?!”

you’re ripping a paper towel off the roll and shoving it into his spare hand. then, you’re shuffling over to the fridge to grab a cool bottle of water, cracking it open and setting it on the table next to him as you take the discarded food to throw away.

“i told you it was hot, satoru, it’s spicy.”, you scold him, though you’re not sure if he even hears you when he’s too busy gulping down the entire bottle of water. “you didn’t listen, did you?”

truthfully…no, he didn’t listen. but, could you really blame him? when he’s got such a perfect wife, eating her perfect cooking, nodding her perfect head because she’s so generous to indulge him without a second thought, looking so perfect as she offers him the fork with a hand underneath to catch any drops, mumbling her perfect words that, in hindsight, were surely ‘it’s hot, satoru’, can you really blame him?

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[afreakingmilkshake]

i love him your honor

[confettiibunny]

I’m on my period so now I gotta make it everyone’s problem (more husband!nanami hcs :3)

🎀 Husband!Nanami whose soothing words and comforting demeanor has allowed you to not feel guilty when you take a day to pamper yourself while on your period. Despite the painful cramps and your dreary mood swings, you’d force yourself in the past to simply ignore your discomfort out of fear of coming off as a burden to others. But now, heavens forbid you even lift a finger during your most taxing time of the month or Nanami will quite literally carry you back to bed.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who stays home with you on the first days, the hardest days, to care for you because that’s his wife in pain so of course he’s going to stay home! The moment he hears that ever so familiar groan coming from the bathroom, he already knows that your period has started and is so quick to get your heating pad running for you. When you finally pop out of the bathroom with a very evident pout on your lips, he makes you shimmy into comfy pajamas and a warm fluffy robe, all while kissing you silly in an attempt to wipe that frown off your pretty face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who insists with a laugh that he will absolutely baby you for the rest of the day because why not? He sees the way you clutch your abdomen when the cramps get back and how you get all crabby because of said cramps so just let him take care of you. With gentle hands he’ll tuck the heating pad on your lower abdomen and layer the sifted blankets atop of your body as you lay in bed, and don’t even speak of trying to do any work around the house because you’ll just wind up right back in bed.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who keeps you company all day by laying in bed with you. He lays with you in the morning, tender fingers massaging your tummy as he spoons you from behind. Those first hours of daylight are spent with you two drifting in and out of sleep, before noon hits and you’re sitting on top of him and asking what’s for lunch. And of course with those doe eyes that you’ve perfected over time he can’t say no to your request, even if all you want for lunch is pastries and boba. Nanami doesn’t necessarily approve of your less than healthy meal choices but he lets it slide just for today.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who hands you a cup of hot chamomile tea in the afternoon and cradles you in his lap while reading to you. It could range from classic literature where you share detailed commentary to shitty modern day romance books where you make fun of the crappy writing, but it’s a bonding experience you live for. It never fails to surprise with how at ease he makes you feel, how vulnerable you’re able to act without guilt. Not a single complaint comes from his lips while he cares for you on period and he makes you feel so supported that you feel yourself turning so gooey in his hold, clinging to him without shame.

[erabu-san]

Imitate

Bonus Tighnari's POV :

[coddda]

deleted L Change the WorLd scene tbh

[teddybeartoji]

oh do you know what else makes toji lose his fucking mind.... when you're both getting ready to go to sleep and he comes out of the bathroom and finds you just lazing on the bed in your pyjamas while wearing his reading glasses........... you're squinting your eyes bc they're just not meant for you and toji literally almost goes to clutch at his heart bc what the fuck. and then you look up, the glasses sliding down your nose a little, and you give him like a sleepy slash proud smile and make joke about him being blind and aaaaaaaaahhhh he's in love okay the big man is so in love he feels like he's gonna faint and it only gets worse when you tease him for it too aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[geezmarty]

one sided lesbian sorcerer/bisexual wizard hostility