In your Genshin NSFW HC post (part 2 in particular), you mention Kazuha being a little perv who would cum in his pants from being slapped… I request this to be expanded on now LOL
Just imagine him on his knees looking up at you with those poor, needy puppy dog eyes just begging to be slapped ashdkflfjdhsi
warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, slapping, stalking(?), perversion , kazuhas a freak lol, obsession, dacryphilia(? he cries idk)
notes: i love perv! kazuha you don't understand!! i orignially had something else to write about in the works but this ask is way too delicious to pass up <33
perv! kazuha is such a little freak <33 i imagine he’s a bit like how i perceive childe, a little bit too obsessed with you, and a sucker for pain.
perv! kazuha probably strokes his cock to pictures of you that you didn’t even know he took, imagining you were there with him.
perv! kazuha watches you fight from behind a tree, admiring the way your body moves. you can feel him staring at you but you think nothing of it. little do you know, the little perv his humping the tree, completely enthralled with your sweaty body.
perv! kazuha doesn’t even stop when you catch him. in fact, he quickens his pathetic thrusts as you watch him, degrading and calling him every name in the book for being such a weirdo.
perv! kazuha who begs you for even the smallest bit of physical contact. he looks up at you with glossy eyes, pleading for you to do something, anything so he can get off.
perv! kazuha cums in his pants almost immediately when you slap him. his back arches as he soils his pants, tears falling down his cheeks in fat globs as he mumbled small words of appreciation.
perv! kazuha who had waited for this moment since the day he met you, crawls up to you after such a harsh orgasm and latches onto your leg, begging you to hit him again.
perv! kazuha who won’t leave you alone until you do, moaning out with each strike.
perv! kazuha feels himself coming closer to yet another orgasm after just a few slaps, the lingering sting on his cheek fading into pleasurable feel.
perv! kazuha who felt himself dizzying and almost falling over, completely drunk off of your touch, even if it was a few hits.
perv! kazuha who makes a mess of himself once again as you step on his cock, finishing inside his pants once again.
perv! kazuha completely ignores the uncomfortable feel of his dirtied pants and looks up at you with tear stained cheeks and a large grin, collapsing against the tree in his own filth.
perv! kazuha who watches you even more closely from that point on, completely and utterly obsessed with you.
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Sneakiness headcanon:
Bruce, Jason, and Cass can move eerily silently all for their own reasons.
Bruce has trained and trained and trained, because in his mind he had to be perfect and nothing else would do. He learned to walk silently from the League of Shadows in their slippers and light clothing, and then he came home and put on boots and Kevlar plating and learned it all over again.
He practiced for days on end, wearing hyper clean boots around the house, learning how to transfer his weight softly, how to step like a ghost, how to prowl absolutely silently through the echo chamber ballroom.
Jason rose from the grave with an affinity for magic. It clings to him like a fine mist. When he remembered Bruce's training, of course he could walk silent as the grave (his own grave). But as he got heavier, as his body got away from his slim, stealthy build, it wasn't enough anymore. But he willed his steps to be silent, and the magic around him obeyed.
Now he can slip in and out of silence at will. He can be sprinting full-boar over asphalt in combat boots, but if he doesn't want you to hear him, you won't. He never sneaks up on children or citizens, but his prey doesn't know he's there until he strikes.
Cass only knows how to move soundlessly. She watches other people walk with their heels jabbing into the ground and their toes slapping down and wonders if they know how loud they are, how easy they are to find and follow, to hurt. Her body just doesn't move that way, her muscle memory from a thousand painful lessons as a girl making a noisy footfall a non-option.
Sometimes she gets too comfortable. She's in the manor, she's around Bruce, there's carpet and walls and a ceiling and only five people in the whole building. And then she hears her own footfall, or a creak in the floorboards below, and then she sees Cain in front of her in her mind's eye, and she fixes it. More careful now because it happened again.
Of course all of the Bats know how to sneak. But those three know how to move like wraiths.
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(this is upg)
the aspects & epithets of morpheus 🌑🐦⬛💫
aspects
dream weaver ≻ morpheus is, to his core, the god of dreams and nightmares. he is the god of lucidity and the fine line between our reality and dreams. he's the master of dreams, nightmares, and prophecies. he provides foresight, clarity, confusion, discomfort, fear, hope, and so much more in just her very existence.
the shapeshifter ≻ morpheus is ever changing, never remaining consistent and continuous in shaping her form. he is in constant transformation and metamorphism, which could imply and relate to all types of transformation and metamorphism.
epithets
"Dreamwalker"
"the Dreaded"
"Gentle Messenger"
"Prince of Hope"
"Dream Bearer"
"Lord of Stories"
"Who Strikes Terror"
"Beautiful Agony"
"Raven Haired"
"Elusive Mist"
"the Souls Anodyne"
"Destructive One"
"the Prophet"
"Golden Haired"
"Ever-Changing"
"Wrathful"
"Soother"
"Monstrous"
"of Shadows"
"the Foresaken"
"the Scorned One"
"of Soothing Chamomile"
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Happy Halloween! Trick or treat?
Hee hoo thanks for the ask, anon! Happy Halloween :3 A silly supernatural jaytim 3 sentence paragraph (lol) fic for you:
"For the last time, I am not getting in the damn coffin with you," Jason huffs.
Tim leans out over the polished wood and satin lining, his fangs flashing as he pouts, winding his arms lazily around Jason's neck and burying his fingertips in Jason's hair-- because he's a dirty cheater and he knows that Jason's willpower is brittle as old bone this close to the full moon. He resolves to stay strong, because if you give Tim an inch then he'll take the whole damn continent.
"You don't have to, I suppose," Tim sighs, red eyes flashing from under his eyelashes. "I'll just be here...cold. Lonely. Wanting." He breathes the words against Jason's lips, and Jason whines. Christ. The things he does for this bloodsucker.
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me and wayne watching the super bowl together but he’s watching because he likes football and i’m watching because i have money on this game. eddie’s laying on the floor like a kid whose mom ran into an old friend at the grocery store
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