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anarchy-and-piglins · 1 year

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AU where Technoblade, fiercest Warrior in any Server, Potato King, Blood God's Chosen, Antactic Emperor, Tactician of the century-

-is a Piglin RUNT hybrid and is 2 feet tall.

Imagine all of his achievements, but instead of looking down on people, he looks up.

Or even better. In DSMP, when he first meets Dream, he gets annoyed that Dream is standing a block higher and places one. First to look down on him, and then decides Naaaaah. Same height.

You know who else places blocks to be taller? Wilbur. Wilbur, young and impressionable, seeing his dad's very intimidating bestie placing blocks to get the height advantage. Of course he remembered that.

Two foot tall Techno freezing in front of a wanted poster.

Two foot tall Techno putting up guard rails on Pogtopia so Wilbur won't fall, even though it means he can't see over the side as easy because guard rails too tall.

Two foot tall Technoblade having to climb on top of the soul sand to place the wither heads correctly.

The Whole "are you feeling tired, Quackity?" from two foot Technoblade.

But, of course, its you. Lets make it SAD NOW.

Runts are supposed to be cherished, but he keeps getting betrayed by people, whether actually or he perceived it as betrayal, and it makes his instincts haywire.

He puts everything he's got into things so people will value him. But as soon as his usefulness as a tool is up, they toss him aside.

He gets cold SO EASILY. He is small and does not have a ton of body heat to work with. He was mostly coat during Antactic Empire. And when they tried to execute him, they took away all his thing and forced him to walk through the snow. It went up to, like, his waist. And he had to walk back with nothing, Ranboo didn't give him his armor back until later.

Steve is his service bear because even if Technoblade is more dangerous than a bear, and completely able to defend himself, having something big and fierce that WOULD defend him by his side soothes his instincts.

He can't sleep when he is alone. It feels too unsafe. But during Pogtopia he can't really sleep at all because none of them feel safe.

Runts are not supposed to be around strangers alone. Instincts say run away. Makes being watched and peer pressured into things very confusing.

I'm just saying, I think Niki was on to something in OSMP when she begged to make Techno tiny. It is a fun thought.

Runt Technoblade is always my absolute beloved.

The comedy ones are good too, especially that railing one. That's funny. The angst potential though... Maybe that's why Techno works extra hard to prove himself. Because as a runt, he has to try twice as hard to be useful to the sounder.

#asks #technoblade #thoughts #sorry it's late brain empty #just know i hold it gently

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lightbulb-warning · 1 month

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here's my piece for the @drcriticaldicezine !!

everyone did such a wonderful job go check it out!!! now!!!!! >:D

#BRAIN EMPTY ARTILLERIST MIU #miu iruma #iruma miu #danganronpa miu #danganronpa killing harmony #drv3 #danganronpa fanart #danganronpa zine #drcriticaldice zine #dnd crossover #d&d crossover #maiora draws #IM SO LATE IM SORRY

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lifeintheworldtocome · 1 year

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im keeping this as a pencil drawing because i think i would ruin it otherwise. if you like+dont reblog i will block you

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wwattw #wwatt #will wood fanart #aiden draws #rattles the bars of my cage #sorry about the lack of art lately btw. brain empty

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chompe-diem · 11 months

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thing i was thinking abt that im wondering what the public opinion is

supplemental clarification:

this poll is abt Campaign 3: Ba2mia only!! (AKA d&d courts, 8bbc, tortle tank etc guest appearances do Not apply)

i am aware that as of rn [6/6/23] that the 2crew have campaign episodes banked. voting yes means u believe that At Some Point Down The Line there will be a guest player in lieu of jake while he is on leave

the no vote would apply to any scenario u think that wld not have a guest pc involved e.g., extra d&d courts/non-campaign eps, they have a backlog long enough to hold them over for the whole leave, they will briefly play with just a 2-player party, etc

also if they confirmed what exactly theyre doing already Please tell me so i can jump off a cliff as asap as possible

#naddpod #shoutout to @operationslipperypuppet (i think) for 'jabsence'#(also sorry if i spelled it wrong LMAO)#anyways i was thinkin about this cuz ofc theres been jabsence-related talk lately #and lowkey ive been of the mind that once theyre out of backlog eps they Might Just play a while w emily+caldwell for calder retrieval arc #but i think i saw someone recently say some other take abt not having a guest on (one of the examples i wrote) so ive been like #rotating empty thoughts in the brain and whatnot

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angomay · 5 months

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9 People To Get To Know Better

Tagged by @ihateyukanda! TY for the tag Seven ^_^

Three ships — griddlehark, madohomu and utenanthy

First ever ship — I’m not 100% sure but I’m pretty sure it was Joey x Mai from Yugioh back when I was like 9. I was so real for that honestly

Last song — Bleed The Freak by Alice In Chains

Last Film — Napoleon

Currently reading — UH. Consuming media-wise, Nona the Ninth (The Locked Tomb), Artificial Condition (The Murderbot Diaries) and the first DMC novel

Currently watching — Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Currently consuming — Nothing at the moment but I just had oatmeal because I’m never beating the old man allegations

Currently Craving — Quesadillas

Tagging: I know a lot of my mutuals have been tagged already so if you’re seeing this and haven’t been tagged yet well uh. Consider yourself tagged now 👍

#sorry i was a bit late i started filling it out and then forgor #my brain is. so empty #tag games

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blissfulalchemist · 2 years

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Carly (Bloodlines) // Conner (Bloodlines) // Tia (Bloodlines)

Catlina (FC5) // Chance (FC5) // Sahar (Ma*vel)

Tagged by @confidentandgood and @fromathelastoveritaserum (Thank you!) to make some babes in this picrew here! Have six of them! Tagging: @belorage @strafethesesinners @florbelles @heroofpenamstan @preachercuster @blackreaches @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @chyrstis @indorilnerevarine @lustyargonianmaid @themarcspector and anyone else that wants to!

#apologies brain empty still tired and sorry for being a little late/taking my time #catlina rojas oc #chance ruicknar oc #hypatia caro oc #conner enache oc #sahar mahin oc #carly oc #tag games #picrew

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chrisbangs · 11 months

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11 & 18 for the pc ask game 🤍 ~ @strayklds

Hehe thanku for the ask!!

11. Is there an idol you wish you had the more photocards of?

I collect Channie to completion pretty much, so like 99% of the stuff they release for Chan, I'll collect it- and because of that, and the fact that SKZ has like a billion POBs, PCs, merch PCs, polas, broadcasts, etc, etc... It's literally so impossible to collect a second member- If life were perfect I would collect Jeonginnie just as much as I collect Chan but I famously am in my poor era TT __ TT and so here we are... And I do have friends who collect multiple members and like all of there stuff but like they're so brave cause SKZ literally just have too much stuff lmaooo ; v ; So for now, I'm happy to collect him selectively;;

18. Fav PC concept?

FU.RSUIT SKZ.................. People were such fawking haters when the NoEasy versions came out like... Ppl were like that's so weird- BUT I KNEW !!! I KNEW HOW GOOD THEY WERE AND I WAS SOOOO EXCITED ABT GETTING MINE... LIKE THEY DID THAT FOR THE F/URRIES??? And then lo and behold... Like all of a few months later and everyone is clamouring and getting scammed over these like... I just had to laugh... But as a concept I really adore the SKZoo PCs... They're so silly and sweet and I personally LOVE dumb, cute, silly PCs........ So these were right up my ally :D

PC ASK GAME!

#em #strayklds #answered #hi hi em !! hehe thanku for the ask #sorry for getting to it late...#i went to eat and got super distracted... adhd brain is empty !

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peach-cream-enmu-archive · 2 years

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Horny idea with STP!Mcs 🤭

Sebek beating some meat for them, but with his Malleus portrait turned over so his waka-sama doesn't sees "such impure acts"

Meanwhile, Malleus is in his room, having two of them sucking his cocks while the third one sits on his face, putting that long tongue for use 😈🔥

Can the one on his face hold his horns? Is he ok with that?👁👁

#sorry I have nothing to add brain has been abysmally empty lately #I’m sorry😭#cream wonderland

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begaycommittreason · 1 month

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out of context things heard in wayne manor:

bruce: i understand, but pretending you cooked jerry the turkey is not a proportionate response to damian calling you a peasant again

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jason: look there’s a right way and a wrong way to make food. there’s also the bruce way, which is the wrong way except faster and worse

duke: *frantically scribbling notes*

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tim: do you think our relationship was kinda like incest now?

steph, horrified: never open your mouth in my presence again timothy

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dick: so then he’s like—guys. guys are you seriously signing about me in front of my face. i learned it too—hey i do NOT have a butt chin take that back—

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damian: i don’t understand, why does he wear such a ridiculous hat? is it like that margaret poppins woman grayson showed me?

tim, who watched the live action cat in the hat too much as a kid and is about to violently infodump: well you see-

dick: oh god it’s too late

jason: yeah the brats on his own for this one i’m not fucking dealing with that again

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bruce: are you lying?

tim: always. anyway, like i was saying—

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steph: hey what’s up with you and all the redheads

dick: …i’m not discussing this with you

steph, starting to chase him: gingervitus is a serious affliction! you cant run from this

dick, sprinting away: yes the fuck i can

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duke: so is anyone gonna talk about the elephant in the room…

dick:

dick: look i was feeling sentimental and zitka jr. really isn’t any trouble

damian: she is magnificent

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tim: so i dropped out and

duke: wait we can drop out of high school??!!?

bruce: NO.

duke: please bruce ap biology is beating my ass right now

jason: nah tim just got to drop cause bruce was dead and he’s a loser. the real problem is what you’re reading in ap lit right now, because i have thoughts on that curriculum—

duke: i’m not even gonna use half that material in the real world

tim: actually most of our villains have PhDs so their plans are based on pretty real science

duke: not helping timothy

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cass, signing: why are brothers on the ceiling?

jason: tims in timeout from working on his caseload

cass, still confused: yes but why taped to the ceiling

duke: listen if you know a better way of restraining his psycho ass then i’m all ears

cass: and damian?

jason: oh he saw this as free range target practice so he had to go up there too

cass: they are plotting revenge up there

duke: think of it as brotherly bonding

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damian: it’s not my fault he got in the way

bruce: you threw an eclair at lex luthor

damian: i was aiming for drake

tim: bruce we can’t take him anywhere

dick, holding back laughter: timmy you paid four separate people to come to the gala solely to ask lex if they could use his head to see if they had something in their teeth

tim: you have no proof that was me

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duke: look steph, it’s not that we don’t want to help with this

jason: i don’t want to help

duke: it’s more that i don’t think we can physically fit that many people in a shopping cart, and your whole plan kind of hinges on that

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alfred: i’m not mad, just disappointed in you.

every batkid, near tears: sorry alfred

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jason: HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AS THE FUCKING WHAT—

bruce: listen—

tim, mouth full and brain empty: the ambassador to iran. crazy right?

dick: tim please

#batfam #dc #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batfamily #batman

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meiieiri · 1 month

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 ! [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: in which toji notices how you color-code your outfit every time you see each other…and promptly makes a game out of it in hopes it will cure his gambling addiction.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | song inspo: colors | outfit inspos | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: 18+, suggestive themes at the end (explicit sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation), but otherwise, just a fluffy/semi-angst/semi-crack scenario of a lovestruck toji trying to cure his gambling addiction~~

Chewing on his pen, Toji’s fangs were beginning to hurt as he stares at the blank face of a random receipt he found in his mostly empty wallet. He seems to be deep in thought, he almost looks like he’s trying his best to crack a mathematical mystery except…he doesn’t give a shit about math and the only mystery he seems to be interested in cracking is…

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late!”

“Fuck.”

There you were in all your radiant magnificence eagerly waving to him from the university gates with your signature gummy smile he’s grown to love so much. You looked so beautiful and happy today…and you were wearing purple. A purple floral wrap dress. He was so sure you were gonna be wearing pink today Toji crosses out today’s date and the word: pink next to it with a frustrated “X”.

And in case anyone was wondering, this little guess-the-color-his-girlfriend-is-wearing-today game is something he came up with on a whim one day while waiting to pick you up after class. Of all the misfortune that has befallen him in his life, he has to thank the Zenin clan for one thing: sparing him the trouble of having to sit through an entire day of brain-frying university lectures about Kant’s second law of physics.

He hurriedly buries the receipt in his back pocket as he crosses the street, closing the twenty-five meter gap between the two of you. Pressing his lips against yours, Toji hums appreciatively when he tastes his favorite strawberry-flavored lip tint on your Cupid’s bow. You giggle as you nuzzle his nose when he pulls away, your hot breaths against one another’s lips providing a sense of comfort to you both. “What were you saying a while ago?”

“Ah, nothing.” Toji places a protective hand around your waist as the two of you walk to the nearby park for your and his usual after class/work stroll. “Just the usual profanity.”

Your lips curl into a soft pout at the thought of your boyfriend being upset about something. “Why?”

“Nothing babe,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his arm coming to rest on your shoulders. “Just lost at the boat races again,” he easily comes up with a white lie — a white lie that is bound to make you sad. He knows how upset you get when he relapses into his gambling addiction which, in his defense, he really is trying to quit for his and your — mostly your — sake. “Ah, I’ll do better, squirt. ‘m sorry.”

“Please?” you plead with him softly to which he nods, softly pinching your cheek in a silent promise to try to limit his gambling to…

…Getting tomorrow’s color right.

The next day, Toji spends about fifteen minutes in the shower trying to figure out what color you’d be wearing today. He’s already ruled out the possibility of you wearing black since it’s thirty degrees outside today, but with your extensive wardrobe, crossing out one color from the list is hardly enough to narrow it down. He’s never felt like this with boat races before since he has this natural tendency to just pick the boat with the most stable engine.

Ah, who was he kidding? He’ll just have to guess…and hope for the best, he steps out of the shower a few minutes of deliberation later.

After putting on a black shirt, he looks at his makeshift gambling ticket on the kitchenette counter with an angry look on his face. “Red. It has to be red.” He jots it down next to today’s date in red ink as if to manifest you’ll wear your off-shoulder red top today and those black trousers you bought from that thrift store in Harajuku last week.

Suddenly, a knock rips through the silence of his apartment and he goes to immediately answer the door. Toji clasps his hand around the doorknob for a bit, somehow still intent on delaying the inevitable. “Toji? The bags are getting kinda heavy,” you sheepishly called from the other side of the door and your boyfriend instantly snaps out of it. He swings the door open a little too aggressively that it makes you jump a bit when you hear the ear-splitting screech of the hinges nearly coming off the door. “Ah…hi, babe?”

You don’t know what to make of Toji’s face.

It’s like he’s feeling an odd mix of emotions all piled into one that they somehow cancelled each other out and now, he’s…staring at you…blankly. You have to admit, it looks a little funny. It’s not his usual stoic expression, it’s just pure…nothingness…like he caught a glimpse of the void or something and he can’t peel his eyes away from it.

“Can I come in—?”

“—Hi.”

“Eh?”

You burst out laughing at his delayed response. It’s like your boyfriend buffered for a full minute there which is so unlike him, considering he’s always so smoothly unbothered and suave in his demeanor. Toji scowls when you place a hand over his forehead. “You feeling okay?”

Toji gently shrugs your hand away, nodding absentmindedly. “Fine.” That sounded awfully peachy but you didn’t mind, Toji’s normally so awkward anyway, unbeknownst to most. In the eyes of those who don’t know him, Toji’s image is nothing short of a big, bad delinquent, but in your eyes, you mostly associate him with a typical house cat — quiet and snooty in every regard but actually genuinely affectionate. “Oh, let me help you with those.” He crouches down to help you with the groceries, sneakily stealing a kiss from you as you remove your shoes at the genkan before stepping into the living room.

Toji watches as you bound over to his apartment’s balcony, searching for the stray cat that normally drops by in the afternoon, with a grimace on his face.

“Of course she’s wearing beige,” he grumbles under his breath. Again, he crosses out today’s entry a little more forcefully this time.

At the balcony, you find Toji’s pet emeritus lounging away at the foot of the laundry rack. “Oh, there you are!” You crouch down and pet the white cat whom Toji affectionately refers to as ‘Yuki’ when he thinks you aren’t listening in whenever he feeds it after dinner. “You look like you could use a warm bath, come on!” You gently pick up the little creature and bring her inside. “Toji, I found Yuki~!”

You stop in your tracks when you see Toji with his forehead pressed to the cold marble counter causing you to instinctively place a comfort hand on his upper back to placate him while Yuki climbs atop the counter. At the familiarness of your touch, Toji, who looks like he’s still upset over some unknown thing he won’t tell you, rights his posture. What’s a man gotta do to get a winning streak around here?

“Hey, maybe you should lie down…”

“…I’m okay,” Toji half-whimpers, defeated, gaping at Yuki as she licks her paw contentedly. “Huh. You brought the fleabag in here?”

Somehow offended by that, Yuki violently hisses at him.

Okay, something is seriously wrong with Toji.

You just came out from using the washroom to see Toji on the kotatsu agitatedly scribbling on a piece of paper that doesn’t exactly look like a betting stub. You surmised it would have been something like that since Toji doesn’t normally get angry over anything except losing money on bets, but you are thoroughly surprised and comforted to see that wasn’t the case this time around. You sit down next to him, pulling your big baby into an embrace.

“My poor baby,” you teased amid Toji’s obvious misery. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you smiled softly when he playfully pushes you down onto the tatami mats, all his weight pinning you down, his hand easily overwhelming yours as he pins them above your head. You try to squirm away from him, laughing when his other hand secures your hip to the floor, rendering you unable to struggle against him. Then, he lowers his lips close to your ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps to appear all over your skin, he sighs, falling slack at the crook of your neck.

Toji hates this, he probably looks like a kicked dog right now.

Today’s bet was yellow but when you opened the door to your apartment, you were wearing a mint green sweater over your cream relaxed fit ankle pants.

“Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I just win for once?” Toji’s voice is muffled as he buries his face in your shoulder. Instantly, you feel a pit form in your stomach. You’ve heard this before. You slowly push him off of you, your disappointment palpable in the way you utter your next words.

“Toji, you’ve been…gambling again, haven’t you? Baby, we talked about this.”

Your lover steadies the movements of his chest, feeling the need to defend himself. He wasn’t gambling, quite the contrary really, the thought of wandering over to the horse races hasn’t crossed his mind since he started this harmless little game. But Rome wasn’t built in a day, and every so often, he relapses into these undertones of his gambling addiction particularly the crippling desire to win at least once, to guess just one daily color scheme right.

And he’ll let it go. He swears he’ll let it go.

“I know, but really, babe, I’m not—“

“—Really? Then, what’s this?” You shakily point to the folded up piece of paper on the kotatsu. He has to pinch himself to hold in his laughter when he sees just how cutely distressed you are over an unassuming crepe stall receipt. “Don’t you start laughing now!” You swat his arm.

“I’m not laughing, you brat!” Toji purses his lips together, thoroughly enamored by you right now. “You’re worrying over nothing, Y/N. Trust me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing Toji’s face away when he tries to kiss you. You cheeky little brat. “But you’re acting so weird though…” You poke him relentlessly on the cheek to get him to come clean, and you dodge whenever he tries to playfully catch your index finger with his teeth. “Just tell me.”

“Nope.”

You climb onto his lap, hugging him.

“Please.”

A kiss is a good bribe right?

“Uh-uh.”

He returns the kiss with a loud smooch!

“I’ll break up with you.”

You whine when he flicks your forehead, leaving an obvious red mark on it.

“You won’t.”

Your little back and forth is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Sighing, you finally let go of him. Looks like he isn’t going to budge. Toji gets up to answer the door, setting you down on the cushioned seat. Feeling a little bad when he glances back to see you still sulking about the issue, he subtly and intentionally allows the receipt to fall from his pocket knowing you’ll almost certainly go straight for it. He’ll just have to deal with your constant teasing for the next two weeks once you read the contents of the slip of paper. But he’d rather hear you laughing your heart out (even if it’s at his expense) than see you getting all anxious about him slipping back into his old destructive hobbies.

When you see the piece of paper falling like a leaf dancing in the wind, your eyes light up, and you crawl over to the spot where it’s fallen near the small bookshelf you have in the corner.

“Rakuten delivery.” Toji signs the courier’s clipboard, receiving your package. Just as he’s about to walk back into the living room to hand you your parcel, he stops in his tracks when he hears your cute chortles which you’re pathetically trying to subdue and a smirk appears on the corner of Toji’s lips.

Looks like the crisis has been averted for now.

“Wait, Toji…”

Toji pretends to not hear you, his fingers still buried in your sopping cunt, lusciously pushing in and out, your arousal coating his fingertips as he devours your lips in wanton need. You moan out his name again and he scowls when you reluctantly remove his fingers from your heat. “What? What is it?” What could possibly be so important?

You flush when he sensually licks his fingers clean, and you sit up, pulling down your skater skirt. “What’s an anniversary without a little surprise?” You kissed him on the lips, lingering for a bit, your eyes fluttering close as you taste your arousal on his tongue. “Mmh…”

“Just forget it.” Toji bucks his hips against yours, his clothed erection rubbing against your bare slit.

“No way. Just…wait here,” you kiss him again, boldly running your tongue over his bottom lip before pulling away and heading to the bathroom to get your surprise ready.

Toji groans in frustration, his head hitting the pillows he set down on the futon. After a few restless moments of him resisting the urge to fuck his hardened cock into his hand to finish himself off, he hears your melodious voice calling for him from down the hall.

A satisfied lopsided smirk appears on Toji’s lips, his eyes dark as he gazes at the most beautiful being in the world right now, shyly making her way towards him wearing nothing but an emerald silk robe. He licks his lips when he sees the outline of your nipples through the fabric, smirking as you sit down on the foot of the futon.

“All that for a silly little robe? What a letdown,” Toji smirks as he moves to untie the knot of your robe, only for you to slap his hand away.

“Uh-uh…you have to guess first.”

Toji gulps when you pull out the one thing he’s been agonizing over for the last few weeks from your robe’s hidden pocket. You grab a pen from the nearby bookshelf which he expertly catches when you throw it in his direction alongside the crumpled up piece of paper he’d been meaning to destroy for a while now.

“If you guess right, we could ditch the condom tonight. So do well,” you innocently bat your eyelashes at him.

Toji looks like he wants to jump off a ditch, the obvious tent in his sweatpants indicating just how hard he is right now. “No, don’t do this. Don’t fucking do this, Y/N…”

“…What color am I wearing tonight?”

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orionremastered · 3 months

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could you do a batfam x oblivious reader who’s so close to finding out they’re a vigilante, but she doesn’t even know if that makes sense? like nightwing crawling in through the window when he thought she was asleep, only for her to be awake and go “wrong house?” not realizing it’s her boyfriend.. who thought she was asleep

this made me laugh. very good thinking brains y'all have

Masterlist

Oblivious

Dick Grayson

The sound of your window sliding open prompts you to look up from where you lie your head on the pillow. You can't seem to get to sleep and maybe it's a good thing— you grab for the lamp on the bedside table and raise it high over your head.

Climbing through the window, however, is not a common thief. It's Nightwing.

"What are you doing here?"

The vigilante freezes, slowly looking up to meet your eyes. "I was told there was domestic abuse occurring in this apartment," he says smoothly. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Where is he?"

You look over to Dick's spot on the bed and only just now do you realise it's empty. There's a note written on paper that reads, OUT TO GET FOOD.

"He's grocery shopping."

"Ah, wrong apartment, then. Sorry to bother you." The vigilante then ducks outside.

Jason Todd

A loud crash prompts you to wake up— far earlier than you're used to. The sun isn't even up yet. Glancing to the side of your bed, you forget Jason's out on a business trip, what ever his business is.

You carefully climb out of bed, creeping to the bedroom door and slowly pushing it open. In your living stands Red Hood himself, dismantling an assault rifle.

"What are you doing in my house?"

The vigilante whips his head around, frozen like a deer in headlights. There's a long few minutes of silence where the two of you stare at each other.

"Gun's not working. I'll be out in a minute, just need to fix it. My apologies."

"Oh," you say, shrugging your shoulders. "Stay safe, then."

Red Hood nods, watching you return to your bed with a quiet sigh.

Tim Drake

Waking up at your usual time and kissing Tim gently on the forehead, almost as a reward for sleeping.

After eating breakfast as quickly as you could, you were surprised to see Tim still asleep and give him another gentle kiss, this time on the nose.

You've only got half an hour until you have to go to work, so you rush to the bathroom to get ready.

The Red Robin suit is draped over the shower wall, unmistakeable.

In your bathroom.

"Tim?" You shout, forgetting your boyfriend's need to sleep. "Tim!"

"What?" he replies groggily, slowly getting out of bed.

"The Red Robin suit is in my bathroom."

"Oh, uh, he asked me to clean it for him. We're sort of like, friends. I guess. It's weird."

"You never told me that," you say.

"It's a recent thing. Sorry."

You shrug and get ready for work, ignoring the suit at is it hangs in your bathroom.

Damian Wayne

"Emergency at work," your boyfriend had said. He gets a lot of those, you think. "Be back in the morning. Maybe later."

Now, going to sleep late— towards midnight, where Damian would have already dragged you into bed— you realised you didn't have on of his shirts to sleep in.

When he wasn't with you to sleep, you always sleep in one of his shirts.

You begin scrummaging through his wardrobe— which you never do— only for a shirt. You find one, your favourite black one, and pull it out.

Underneath the shirt, revealed as you yank it from the drawer, is a katanna.

"Oh. Oh."

It's late. You're tired. You've got the shirt.

It's probably just an antique piece anyway. Rich people have all sorts of things.

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