𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬

hello, mutuals ! it’s been forever since i’ve logged in but i do dearly miss writing here with you all. i hope all of you have been safe and healthy during these unprecedented times. for the next few days, i’ll be around so if anyone’s on the search for quick 1x1′s on DISCORD, both character and smut focused, just shoot me a message and i’ll reply. you can find my muses here and here. 

mind you, i am semi-selective and will choose who i write with. thank you !

Samuel had no idea how he managed to get to know Bruce. Sure the young man was getting invited to plenty of parties from the elite and he managed to get quite the network for his acting career and yet Bruce Wayne? That was impressive to him. He had a plan and he hoped the man would accept of course, or at least not laugh when he heard it.

He drank some of his tea before putting carefully the cup down. “You have an image problem. You’re a womanizer according to all the tabloids. I need to get a better image. So I was thinking, let’s date? I mean fake dating, it will give me some attention and hopefully some jobs and put you into a different light, a more favorable one.”

the suggestion was so unorthodox that it had the power to make the cold bruce wayne snicker. he picked up his teacup from the saucer again, taking a careful sip and then swallowing it all down with a thoughtful hum. “and how would dating you make it more favorable? wouldn’t it make the tabloids all the more interested in my affairs?” bruce raised a brow incredulously. “besides,” dark eyes roved down the other’s form, all so appraisingly, “i don’t know if a lad like you can satisfy certain ... appetites of mine.” 

“so, to what do i owe this pleasure?” the vigilant set his teacup down on its china saucer with a soft click and leaned back on the divan, spreading his legs a little. his eyes on the other male were appraising, a mix between curiosity and guard—something bruce never let him drop. he knew the other had come here with a motive and though he could take an educated guess as to what it would be, he wanted to hear it spoken, confessed, brought out in words. “come on,” bruce prompted after the silence swelled between them, “i don’t have all the time in the world.”

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“You’re staring.” The fairy stretched on his bed, practically bathing in the attention. “Am I really that beautiful?” He cooed, “Or have you never seen a fairy before?”

“i have never been in bed with a fairy,” charlie amended through a small laugh. “i have also never seen one so ... easy on the eyes.”