They Match Each Other's Freak

nobody can make me hate tim drake 💔

cw: elf king gojo 18+, angst, violence, blood, murder, political betrayal, emotional trauma, grief, death, war, manipulation, power dynamics, grief and loss, miscommunication, fantasy, elves, merciless king, dark themes, etc

The sound of hooves against the compact dirt awakens you from your slumber, mind still hazy from sleep as you begin to stir awake—only to be met by the sight of a man with his bow drawn, the arrow’s sharp point resting against the very tip of your nose.

Before you stood the Elf King himself—Gojo Satoru—a figure of whispers and gossip among the townsfolk. He was infamous for the relentless murders of hundreds, if not thousands, of humans—any who dared to trespass upon his sacred lands.

The Elf King, Gojo, stood tall before you, his silhouette carved by the blazing sun’s glory.

He was—is—a merciless king.

His hatred rooted deep within his soul—a resentment held tight in his heart ever since the day his very clan was wiped out by the likes of humans—the likes of you—during the Great Elvanor War.

A war so brutal that blood bathed the streets, children clinging to their mothers and fathers, forced to witness the wrath of the king. Dividing the humans and elves for eternal life.

And all of it—all of the bloodshed and anger—spurred on by a mere miscommunication; the defamation of your parents.

Your parents, renowned agents sent to Elvanor on a diplomatic mission, were framed for the massacre of the King’s clan—only to be unrighteously assassinated, meeting their untimely demise. A scheme carefully orchestrated by the government to enact war against Elvanor.

And now, you were here, baring your soul in search of the truth, to bring justice to your family back home—unaware that your journey to Elvanor would lead to your entangling with fate and unintentionally drawing the affection of the Elf King.

The gold of Gojo's crescent sigil gleamed under the sun’s glory, his cerulean eyes fixed on you as you shifted helplessly, slumped against the tree trunk.

Your clothes and hair lay in tatters, a testament to your travels. The world around you wavers and your ears ring—until finally, your eyesight clears, and the beauty of the Elf King graces your vision.

"Preposterous," the timber of his voice rumbles, echoing in the crowded forests as the trees shrink under his authority. "You humans—so pathetic and weak… and vulgar."

He lets out a scoff, a sound both cruel and yet amused as his gaze flickers over the ruined state of your garments.

And you—helpless—left to cower under the wrath of the King as you attempt to right the wrongs against your family.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

bridgerton!gojo would get REALLY freaky with you at night in the library as you both are finishing up your work, despite your insistence that the both of you have to wake up early to travel. “do not worry, mrs. gojo,” he teases, already beginning to tease a hand down your dress and up your legs. “i will ensure i wake early, and will not let our…activities harm our punctuality whatsoever.”

“but—mmph!”

later, when you both are lying skin to skin, sunlight begins to filter in that morning. “satoru,” you whisper, nudging him to break free from the cage his bare arms cast around you. “we must rise.”

“allow me but ten minutes longer,” he whines, face nuzzling in your hair and taking a deep breath in.

you sigh. it seems that even after being married for a few years you would still put newlyweds to shame. at the throbbing pain rising up on your collarbone, you think of the sheer amount of powder your maid would have to apply to cover it up, and how much time it would take—-

“get up!” you complain, swatting (very lightly) at his bicep. “it’ll take more time to cover these marks up thanks to you!”

“noooo!” he whines, and the both of you go back and forth a bit before a petulant gojo is forced out of your soft and warm embrace.

you both still, in fact, end up being egregiously late.

a/n teehee they are saur cute

masterlist

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spencer reid

carry the weight of you

good night moon

two millimeters

all yours if you want me (18+)

hard to love (easy to be loved)

wine or wine not (18+)

fingers crossed (18+)

if you keep asking

close to home

like i would (18+)

the many names

hit me baby one more time (18+)

porcelain doll (18+)

take a seat (18+)

hair tie (18+)

the prophecy part 1 part 2 part 3

surprise songs

castling

you say ‘what a mind’

you've got a 9 to 5

how you talk so sweet 18+

one of me is cute, but two though? 18+

how dare you think it’s romantic

stargazing

undone lace (18+)

exile

under the mistletoe (18+)

bright lights

santa doesn’t know you like i do

glory of the snow {18+)

hypothalamus (18+)

i can do a lot with 15 minutes (18+)

void

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SHE WAS A MOMENT OF CHAOS MASTERLIST (INCOMPLETE).

"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try to readjust the way you thought of things." — The Reptile Room, by Daniel Handler

Pairing: Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: Death, mental health struggles, violence, smut (later down the road), & a lot of angst.

Total W/C: 2.6K

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Summary.

Your life had started out normal. A boyfriend, friends, a stable job, and an aunt who took over as the parental figure in your life. But fate had a cruel sense of humor, and you are wrapped in its claws as you watch your once-perfect life fall apart. As strange things happen around you, you find yourself being watched by a force you cannot see. Amidst this chaos, there is only one constant: you.

Prologue.

Chapter 1: With Love Comes Loss.

Chapter 2: Survivor's Guilt.

Chapter 3: Unique Frequencies.

Chapter 4: The Boy in the Mask.

Chapter 5: Inky Veins and Agents of Chaos.

Chapter 6: Is Everything Going to be Okay?

Chapter 7: The Illusion of Love.

Chapter 8: The Healing of Old Wounds.

Chapter 9: Summer Kisses or Government Threats?

Chapter 10: A Hollowness in Her Chest.

Chapter 11: Final Showdowns.

Chapter 12: A Twist of Reality.

How I think the Batboys + Clark would respond to you asking them to "dress up" in some capacity for them in the bedroom like you always do for them.

"I'm always the one in lingerie, why don't you dress up for me for a change?"

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Bruce: Will go for the most petty response possible, by keeping his tie on the next time you're intimate. Which, he meant mostly as a sarcastic joke, but found himself enjoying. You also seemed to be incredibly fond of it, tugging it in between your teeth or biting at it around his neck. When it was covered in your spit from all the biting, it eventually slipped off his neck and got wrapped around your wrists, tightened to keep you in place. And when you resisted it after a bit (lovingly, of course) he untied it, pushing it back into your mouth to muffle your sounds. Who knew a tie was so versatile?

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Dick: Has no problem with complying when you ask him to dress up. None. You make a fair point and it's only fair he puts in some effort and he's secure enough in his masculinity to do anything you ask. This is the same man who went as discowing for a while, after all. A garter? You're foaming at your mouth. You want him to wear some sort of dress or actual lingerie? He'll have to buy it since yours definitely wouldn't fit, but he'll absolutely get something flattering. A bit of roleplay, to fit, if it was something themed? It's a given. How could he not fully commit?

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Jason: Would roll his eyes, not because he's annoyed but because he thinks he'd look ridiculous and he cares more about worshipping you than letting you take care of him. That said, If you wanted something different, he'd do something different. The next time he comes home from patrol, instead of taking his stuff off and changing, he stays in it, making you take it off. The leather of his gloves twirling your hair as you unbuckled things, the feeling of your hands tugging his jacket off, is enticing for both of you. And by the time he's nearly fully undressed, you're both desperate. The helmet is the last to go. And it only does after he whispers a few things he knew you'd like in your ear.

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Tim: Has no idea what that even means, honestly. It could be a joke, maybe. But better safe than sorry if not. Since he didn't quite know, he went with the safest option that could still qualify and wore a see through button up under his jacket, with his slacks for an event, letting you see it later that night. You seemed happy, if not a little frustrated for him having it on all night without knowing. Probably because if you'd seen him in a sheer black top, showing off his chest and stomach, you'd pull him into the bathroom and take it off right there.

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(Aged up) Damian: Isn't entirely unused to flamboyancy in one way or another. He wore plenty of nice robes and wraps for the League of Assassins, not to mention suits for his father's events. But that was a normal thing, he supposed. So, if you wanted something different, he'd have to think outside of the box. He's always liked art, ever since he was young and even considered making love to be an art in itself, in a way. So, the next time you're in his room, tugging off his clothes, you're surprised when he's covered in henna, little swirls, dots, even flowers. It had taken hours, but was absolutely worth it for the look on your face.

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Clark: Was befuddled, like he often was when you said that. He had no idea how to dress up for you, or even why you'd want him to. But when you guys spend a weekend at the farm and he catches your eyes lingering when he's working in the yard, he figures it out. When you're home, several days after the visit ended, you find him in overalls and nothing else, except for a cowboy hat, he usually wore to keep the sun out of his eyes. And it was fun, he'll admit, seeing you get excited. The hat looked much better on you, though.

saw this and immediately screamed ‘BABIAN!!!!!!!’

IMAGINE‼️

Baby!damian crying, literally sitting up in his crib and is shaking it with all his might as his twin. Twin!reader sleeps peacefully, Bruce who is tired walks in. Picking up a red faced Damian as Damian screamed and cried. Soon waking up twin!reader who cries. Bruce groans in tiredness meanwhile Damian stops crying and tries to reach the now crying baby. Bruce raises a brow and put his two boys together. Damian crawls over to reader, silently staring at reader before lying down by him. Reader slowly starts to stop crying as Damian pats his chubby little hand on reader’s chest to “sooth” him. Soon the two twins pass out as Bruce just smile and goes back to bed.

Uhhhhhhhhh...

Part 2 >

Dragon!Sylus who has been searching for that which will fill the (metaphorical) void in his heart. He's convinced money will do the trick. It doesn't. And then he meets you.

Dragon!Sylus who covets you like his greatest treasure. All of the riches he has accumulated mean nothing to him now that you're by his side.

Dragon!Sylus who growls at anyone who will so much as look at you. Teeth bared, claws ready, tail standing on guard.

Dragon!Sylus who chitters and purrs when you caress him, his hair, his wings, his tail...

Dragon!Sylus who takes you for a flight around Philos and shows you his favorite spots, also discovering new ones by your side

Dragon!Sylus who always makes you sit on his lap and curls his tail around you protectively. No one will be getting near what's his anytime soon.

Dragon!Sylus who has a mating season, getting unbearably touchy and affectionate during it, wanting nothing more than to fuck make love to you.

Dragon!Sylus who is so big. In every sense of the word. Everything about him is big. His hands, his wings, his love for you, his di-

Dragon!Sylus who now gathers pretty things just to give them to you. As a sort of mating ritual. You accept them? Great, he's hauling you to his bed.

Dragon!Sylus who curls up next to you when he sleeps, snoring softly. Literally curled next to you.

Dragon!Sylus who has sensitive spots in... Different places.

Dragon!Sylus who is always so warm. You don't need any kind of heat source if he's there. He's the heat source.

Dragon!Sylus who bites bites bites. Loves to bite you. Not even to make marks, sometimes, he just wants to *nom*.

Dragon!Sylus who puts his wings around you when you sleep. Particularly often after a session of lovemaking.

Dragon!Sylus who will be clingy as hell. He loves you so much. Don't break his heart.