141's Princess (Someone Is Flirting With Kyle?)

"Mate, I got my cock pierced like two years ago. It hurts but it isn't that bad."

Soap lasts three seconds before his self-restraint breaks and he slaps Gaz's shoulder.

"Gimme a look, a've seen them in pornos, skuds an aw that shite but never like face tae face."

Gaz agrees. He's doing the other man community service, and he's proud of what he has. Why not show it off?

It's not like the decision doesn't benefit him because the Scot's eyes widen and a blush spreads across his cheeks as he glances between Gaz's face and the dydoe piercing.

"Ken, a've never sucked off a lad wae his cock pierced either."

Sleepy sam with clothes

Mature version

Bruce and Clark have a special rooftop, one that is high enough, with enough things to hide them from whatever can catch them, where they can pull the heroes personas off and just idly talk about anything.

The lights from the city reach them, but at the same time the moonlight gives them comfort. Their legs dangle from above, floor so far away, but both don't pay attention.

This rooftop was the one where they first met, where they had their first fight, where they first showed their identities, where clark met dick and all the rest of the birds, where clark told Bruce he got married to Lois, where Bruce said he was dating Selena, where clark said he had a son with Lois, where clark said he was divorced, where Bruce told clark about his encounter and assault with Talia, and then where Bruce showed Damian.

That rooftop held memories of every important matter in their life, that rooftop witness a dictionary of emotions expressed by the both of them, that rooftop their sanctuary.

Today was no different. Cowl off, persona off, feet dangling, postures relaxed and faces happy. Clark was telling an anecdote from work and Bruce was laughing that laugh that was deep and genuine, that clark had the privilege to hear.

Clark was looking at Bruce laughing and speaking, his eyes soft and a turn up of lips always present. They were best friends, close partners and a constant presence in each other's lives. The first person to always enter his mind was Bruce. He hadn't realize how Bruce dictated his life without even trying, Clark was always thinking about Bruce and what Bruce thought.

Clark never realized that what he felt for Bruce was more than just a friendship. But now, looking at the fair skin illuminated by the city lights and perfected by the moonlight, eyes wrinkled from laughing and pale blues gazing on his own, Clark felt something explode inside himself, something that was stuck but finally made itself known.

Oh. I love this man.

Bruce had his head turn towards clark, about to ask what's wrong because of the stretched silence from clark, but he didn't get to say anything because clark leaned in with a fleeting confidence and kissed Bruce.

It was frightening, it was amazing. It was scary, it was wonderful. It was the end of the world, it was everything he asked for.

And when Bruce kissed back, oh, Clark wanted to float so bad and just let the wind take him because it was just like a dream.

It started off as soft, little nips here and there, their lips moving in a sync that rivaled their battle forms. They kept their hands to themselves, just focusing on kissing and savoring each other. Bruce pushed back, deepening the kiss and clark let him, willingly opening his lips to feel Bruce's tongue exploring and tasting, playing with Clark's tongue.

It felt like hours when they pulled back. Bruce was catching his breath because he was only human, and clark was catching his for a whole different reason. Both looked at each other, confirming and smashing any remaining doubts they might have left, before they both smiled and chuckled at whatever.

"Do you want to go back to the manor?"

Clark giggled "if Alfred allows me to."

"It's worth the try."

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every time gaz is replaced with konig in fics, not only does an angel lose its wings but I also projectile vomit everywhere.

Genuinely curious what part of Gaz makes people say he's not that interesting..

To the point of him getting excluded

Is it the lack of mask?? Price and Soap isn't wearing any, he's not dilf enough? Soap is babyfaced..

Seriously, they usually don't say out loud what i was thinking of.. but if you're genuinely thinking he's uninteresting but not at the fact that he's black, then what?

Does Bucky know it's legal now? Has anybody told him?

fantasy au of poly141, comm for lovely Phiun <33

Superbat cuddles!!! (Idk how to draw backgrounds )

Keeping on the massive crush Bruce, I have this headcanon for all of the batfam.

Talking how Dick just giggles and twirls his hair when Wally is talking about the stupidest thing and laugh about anything the speedster says.

Talking how Jason tries his best to not blush at any flirty pass that roy does, and later in his safehouse just swoons and giggles and kicks his feet because roy called him pretty bird and does the same thing he did to be called that again the next time.

Talking tim dreamily agreeing to anything kon says, and doing the classic laying his hand the bicep when laughing and calling him funny altho the joke was dry as fuck.

Talking how Damian is just like Bruce, stoic and serious on the outside, scolding Jon like usual but on the inside he's just a confused teenager because omg Jon looked extra cute and his guilty face was so adorable.

I like to see the superfamily be all gone for the bats, but I absolutely love when the roles are reversed.