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sarcastic--metaphor · 7 months

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What does simon think of bonnibel?

I could answer that plainly, but I thought I'd attach an excerpt from my Vampire!Simon AU that deals with exactly this! It's pretty divorced from the overarching narrative so I guess it could be considered a one shot set within my AU or a prequel maybe.

Forgive me for any typos or bad pacing, I started writing at 3 am. This is very much also a rough draft that I'd like to clean up before posting to Ao3, but this is really exciting for me to share :)

(There’s also one small reference to the special vampire power I chose for Simon)

Word count: 2460

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The Star heard Temperance coming, she could tell by the click of his heels against the floor. She never understood why he refused to use his power of levitation, but she loved him all the same for his funny habits.

As it was, she was rather bored. Dad was commanding the minions from his throne, commanding them to push their territory outward to search for more food.

“Hey, Temperance,” The Star said, drifting away from her dad to follow after Temperance. He was wearing his long-tailed coat today, as well as his polished leather boots.

He smiled at her and tucked a lock of white hair behind his ear. The Star used to wear her hair long as well, but she’d taken to keeping it short in recent decades. But her Temperance was always a bit old fashioned, keeping the same long hair all these centuries. His neat braid reached the end of his coat tails, brushing against the back of his knees.

She took his braid and swept it over his shoulder. She asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just out for a walk,” he said.

The Star’s eyes brightened. “Do you want me to come with you?”

The hive was fine and all, but she was itching to stretch her legs. Metaphorically speaking, that was. She preferred floating, but it would be nice to spend some time away from Dad and the minions.

“Ah,” Temperance said, holding up his hands, “No, you don’t have to come with me, that’s alright.”

Her face fell. Then she popped her lips.

“Oh, is this one of your thinking walks?”

Temperance nodded. “Yes, exactly! You wouldn’t want to hear an old man talking to himself, trust me.”

The Star laughed and let go of his braid. “I would if it was you.”

Temperance liked his long walks, he claimed he used the time to mulling over questions of philosophy or history. Or to talk himself through the next steps in taking care of his garden.

She’d still like going with him, but knew Temperance had a fondness for his alone time.

“If you’re leaving the hive,” another voice said, “Then you must take a guard.”

They both turned toward the king. He regarded them both with those bright eyes.

Temperance made a short sigh under his breath. “I won’t be gone long.”

“I don’t care,” Dad said. “Take some drones or take The Star. Either way, I don’t want you out there alone.”

For a second, she really did think Temperance would choose her. She couldn’t remember the last time they had a few hours away from everything else. And The Star knew he missed her company, too.

“I’ll take the minions,” Temperance said, voice calm and clipped.

Dad gestured to the three nearest vampires and they approached Temperance, stopping at a respectful difference.

Temperance touched The Star’s arm and smiled. “I’ll see you later. Go help your father with his plans.”

She rolled her eyes and blew her bangs out of her face. “Alright, alright.”

He smiled one last time, then he was gone.

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Simon tried to resist the instinct to levitate as much as possible. He had to remind himself that with his eternal life, wandering the land on his own two feet was no longer a taxing, unending endeavor. It wasn’t like those years after the apocalypse began.

Now, he had somewhat of the opposite problem. As royalty, he was expected to sever his ties to human ways.

And that was just something he could never do.

As he left the hive behind him, Simon tried to ignore the three minions drifting behind him. They kept him within sight but were also interested in picking through the desolate streets for anything to eat. Not that there tended to be much life this close to home.

Simon walked for an hour before some unknown force compelled him to stop. He lifted his nose and smelled the air.

There was a faint trace of sharp, rich blood. Human.

His brows furrowed as his stomach sank. What on earth was a human doing this close to the hive? An injured human?

They must have been driven here by some of the vampire drones. On instinct, Simon tried to determine where the source was coming from. He turned around and almost let out a scream when he saw a flash of human eyes before they vanished behind the broken remains of an old wall.

So close.

And if he could smell the poor soul, so would the drones. Simon began hurrying along, keeping his composure. Knowing the others would happily stop to pick apart easy prey, Simon cleared his throat.

“Stay close to me,” he said.

He didn’t look back, but could hear the glide of his vampire guards as they reluctantly gave up looking for food.

Simon walked for about another hour, pulling out the gilded pocket watch from within his coat more and more often the farther he went. He hoped he’d be on time.

Ahead, at a crossroads between two streets, was a faded metal sign and a bench. A bus stop.

Simon sat down and massaged his ankle, feigning some fatigue. After a moment, he leaned against the bench and lifted his gaze to the clouded skies.

“Come here,” he said to the clouds.

But it was the drones that obeyed. The lesser vampires within the hive were bound to the court like slaves or draft animals. It would’ve troubled Simon terribly, if not for the way these vampires so happily abandoned their human ways in exchange for supposedly eternal life.

Two drones hovered in the air above him and another crouched at his feet.

Unperturbed, Simon asked, “Look at the sky and tell me what you see.”

And because he was Temperance, the king’s advisor, the minions obeyed.

“I see…” one of them began, “...I see clouds.”

“Look harder,” Simon said. “Really take a moment.”

And as they looked, Simon checked his pocket watch once more.

Without warning, three gunshots rang out. Three sharp, shrill cries followed.

Then the sounds of three stakes hitting the ground.

Simon put his watch away. He breathed a short sigh of relief. They were both right on time.

He listened for the sound of heavy footsteps. Simon picked up the stake that had killed the vampire at his feet and turned it over in his hands; it wasn’t too badly blunted.

A figure dressed in pink came up from behind him, falling into the space alongside him. Simon held out the stake and she took it.

“Thanks,” Bonnie said. She slid the stake into a slot in the bandolier over her chest. She looked exhausted, skin covered in scratches and dirt.

“You know,” Simon said, “If it’s so hard for you to get this close to the hive on your own, I could always meet you farther out.”

Realistically, he could probably walk for days without suspicion being raised. To his kind, weeks could pass like hours and hours were nothing more than moments.

Say nothing of the discarded minions. The hive had so many drones that Simon could slip back inside and not have anyone notice he returned alone.

Bonnie groaned and said, “Save it, Petrikov. We both know it’s better for you to keep close. I can’t have the King going ballistic at the idea of you missing.”

Or The Star, but she didn’t need to say that part.

He sighed, knowing she was right. But Bonnie was tough, he knew. She got herself here without that tank of hers, knowing it was too big and would draw too much attention. And she did it every year.

“Here,” he said, reaching into his inner coat pocket. He pulled out a thick wad of paper folded many times over. Bonnie’s one eye watched his every minute movement as a hawk would. Or more accurately, a buzzard aching for a carcass.

She snatched the paper from him and unfurled it, revealing the most up-to-date map of the hive that Simon could design with his limited cartography skills. It was terribly difficult to accurately convey a three-dimensional space filled with irregular chambers and steep, winding halls.

The hive was almost a living thing. Its corridors were more akin to a labyrinth that shifted and evolved from year to year. Not just to keep intruders out, but to keep their captured prey inside.

Simon knew that in just a short while, he’d have to start making Bonnie a new map should she ever need it.

For a good, long while, neither of them spoke as Bonnie poured over the newest alterations to the hive.

“That old atrium is gone,” she said softly, “You broke it up into a bunch of smaller rooms… and these vestibules along the westward cliffs, they used to be sealed off.”

“Excellent eye as always,” he said.

“Thanks, Petrikov,” Bonnie said. She folded the map back up and tucked it into her pants pocket.

Simon felt his stomach clench.

Bonnie had tried and failed over countless years to destroy the hive. She tried an old cache of human-made missiles launched from afar, raising an army of human survivors, biological warfare by pumping live animals with disease vectors…

Only once did she ever use one of the maps Simon made, to infiltrate the hive alone on what was essentially a suicide mission. She hadn’t told him, but she paid a heavy enough price.

He stared at her missing eye and the ring of scar tissue that her eyepatch hid.

“Do you think this will be it?” Simon asked softly. “What’s your plan?”

Bonnie froze. She looked away from him and he realized it was because she was ashamed.

“You ran out of ideas,” he said.

“I did not!”

Bonnie rose to her feet, swayed, then stood tall over Simon. He resisted the urge to ask her to sit back down. When she got into these fits, it was best to let her work through them

So he remained silent as she pointed at him and said, “I’ve tried armies, I’ve tried it solo. Right now, I’m lying low and trying to put together a small, elite team.”

Again, there was that question of and then what?

But Simon only removed a handkerchief from his pocket and polished his glasses.

Bonnie sometimes went years without directly attacking the hive, The Star, or the King. He knew from scouting reports made by the drones that she devoted most of her time to diminishing the population of lesser vampires.

She was too prideful, too upset, to admit that she was only really in a position to continue doing that kind of more subtle work.

By the time Bonnie cooled off, after a good deal of pacing and muttering, and was willing to sit back down, Simon just so happened to be done polishing his glasses. He blinked behind the lenses and, perhaps against his better judgment, gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Bonnie tensed. She had a stake out faster than Simon could see and only stopped herself an inch away from skewering his wrist.

“Sorry,” she said. She put the stake away.

Simon smiled at her, “It’s alright. You wouldn’t have hurt me either way.”

She scoffed, the corner of her mouth peeling back to show her teeth. “I would’ve ripped your fancy coat.”

True. Very true.

“Then I would have told my tailor that I was being my clumsy self and tripped.”

To his surprise, Bonnie chuckled softly. She leaned her head against the bench and shut her eye for a moment.

“What about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

Without looking at Simon, she said, “How’s your junk been going?”

Simon felt a twinge of embarrassment. Perhaps this was how Bonnie felt. He ran his hands over his braid, one after another, and cleared his throat.

“Well… I’ve been successful in keeping more vampires sequestered to the hive by convincing the King we ought to improve fortifications.”

Bonnie smirked, more teasing than mean. “You trying to make my job harder?”

Simon felt his face flush. “Of course not! But more importantly, I think I’ve been making some more progress with The- with Marceline.”

Bonnie’s eye snapped open. She sat up straight and stared at him.

Simon said, “She’s been eating more of the color red in private with me, I think she’s starting to learn it’s okay to not have blood all the time,” he debated with himself for a moment, then added, “And… well, she almost came with me today.”

At that, Bonnie said nothing. Only clenched her teeth and shot to her feet once more, fists shaking at her sides.

“Bonnie! Please-”

“Did she know you were coming to meet me?”

Her voice was rough and gravelly. It almost made Simon wince. “No, but-”

Bonnie swore in German.

He stood up as well but didn’t try to touch her again. He said, “Please, I’m sorry for what she did to you, but I know there’s still good in her! And I wouldn’t have let her hurt you. O-or let you hurt her. Or–”

“Simon,” Bonnie said, in a way that showed just how tired she was. Her voice was nothing more than a low, sad rasp, “I know you love her…”

Though she was facing away from Simon, he knew she was touching her eye.

Bonnie never would’ve gotten out of the hive the last time if he hadn’t secretly helped her. He practically carried her through the subterranean tunnels when she was dizzy and weak from blood loss.

She said softly, almost gently, “I know you love her… but she’s never held back against me. So I can’t afford to hold back against her. I’m sorry.”

Bonnie began to walk away, their conversion having come to its end. But Simon had to say something more, if not to defend Marceline than to even attempt to make amends.

But he found nothing. No words of great inspiration.

Instead, he simply said, “Stay safe out there, Bonnie. And be careful.”

To his immense surprise, Bonnie paused. Without looking all the way back at him, she said, “Thanks, Petrikov. See you later.”

Later being subject to debate. If they missed their annual illicit meet up next year, it’d take even longer before he’d be able to see her again. To someone Simon’s age, that shouldn’t feel like a long time.

But just as he walked the earth, he tried so very hard to feel the passage of time the way humans did. To count the minutes and feel like they mattered.

As he watched her go, Simon felt two ways.

He could’ve stopped Bonnie.

He could’ve gone with her.

But he only turned around and kept his eyes on the distant hive.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #vampire au #the vampire king #marceline the star #bonnibel bubblegum #marceline and bonnibel

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avatarkv · 1 year

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The joke’s on me. (Exile)

After you have finally escaped the brutality of Quaritch, your feet wandered carelessly to Eywa-knows where. With no clan to return to, you will never guess where you end up at— the root of it all.

“How could I have brought war back to you if it never left the first place? Do not put the blame on me, oh great mighty warrior, I have already been long shouldering my clan’s battle cries— you have no idea.” (first part)

Content and warnings: Jake Sully x Reader! Age gap (reader is in her 20s while jake is mid 30s.) Mention of death/violence. Important author’s note at the end, do read it to avoid confusion!

Run.

You don’t know where to, you don’t know until when— your feet carried blisters and scratches along the unfamiliar pathway and harsh debris. It has been days, you kept in mind, but the adrenaline from escaping the cold shackles from that wretched place fueled you to keep going. You have no idea how long you were held captive and you couldn’t be bothered to know; the more you remained, the more the prayers grew desperate— death was already a blessing. All the test, the blood, and skin drawn was enough reason to keep going.

Miles Quaritch, you’ve learned, his name etched in every fiber of your being. You would come back for him—you won’t rest until he suffers on your very hands.

Your legs betrayed you, however, now wobbling from the fatigue. The rush was wearing off and the bruises stung all together. Eywa please give me strength, you faltered, just a bit more. You cried out for your Ikran one last time and still it was nowhere to be found no matter how much you screeched your lungs out, but you refused to mourn for another in such a short time. She is alive and probably far off.

Finally, you stopped. It was pouring and you scrambled to drink from the large leaves, the relief slightly burning your sore throat. You grunted loudly in exhaustion, trying to wash your face from the muck and the icky feeling of dry blood. There was no time to cry nor any to process your grief— you needed help and you needed it fast. The sky people remain among them and they would stop at nothing to get what they want.

In the distance, someone scurries at the sight of an unfamiliar na’vi on hunting territory. He hid himself before all the greenery while clutching the loaded bow, ready to retaliate. You were in apparent distress, but he couldn’t falter on a possible enemy.

“Who are you?” And that was his mistake, making himself known. Now terribly alarmed, you quickly ran to blend with your surroundings, immediately catching him off guard. He frantically examined the place— plants, trees, more plants. He readied his bow, movements sharp and steady.

You were never taught to conflict with danger face first so with quiet steps, you sneaked behind him, twisting him harshly by the mouth and pinning him down. He gulped, feeling the sharp make-shift dagger inches from his throat. Only now did you get a good look of his face—he was a kid. His breathing deepened, clearly panicked from the full grown Na’vi taking him down.

“Who are you?” This time you asked, inching the weapon closer.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan” He answered after a beat, “From the Omatikaya Clan. I did not intend to frighten you, let alone do harm.”

“Yet you draw out your bow, boy?”

“You’ve frightened me,” Your grip slowly loosened as you finally stood, grabbing him by the hand to pull him up. “What are you doing outside territory?”

“Take me to your Tsahik and you will get your answers.” Unconsciously dusting his back from the dirt, you take a good look at him, checking if you did anything serious.

The younger was troubled—troubled between following an elder and possibly bringing home danger. Neteyam was a good kid, you can tell by the way his tone remained gentle despite the situation. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you gave him a stiff grin of reassurance. “You will need my help, trust me.”

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“You brought home a stranger?” Their voices were loud inside their home, despite their effort of keeping it down. It started with them whispering, then shouting, then whispering again. They scolded each other and you could only feel a bit sorry for Neteyam who agreed to take you to their place shortly after.

“What was I to do? Leave her alone while the night approaches?” He reasoned, “She needed help and I got her here, that’s it. If she turns out to be a problem, let father take care of her.”

“Not until father skins you first,”

“Lo’ak you’re not helping.”

Horns blasted in the distance, a signal of arrival. Your head turned to the once empty space, now crowded with eager onlookers. They welcomed the approaching warriors, a few to check up on their loved ones. There was a tug on your heartstrings as you watched the families—the parents and their children.

The flap from behind opens as the four quickly go out, the little one smiling from ear to ear as she yells out “Sempul!”. Your eyes followed to where she ran to, the others walking right after. Your chest tightened and you noticed the change in your demeanor.

In all of his glory, the Toruk Makto. A button was pushed the moment he dismounted his Ikran, scanning the crowd that slowly surrounded him and the other warriors—your insides were on fire and both your palms balled tightly. He was here—no. You were here. In his home. You.

You felt ridiculed, almost as if what had happened was a big punchline. You have only known this man from stories— from the songs of your folk! How could you have possibly known that you’d somewhat follow his very son to his clan? The consequence of his stay bred conflict— his very presence a menace. It resulted in the death of many, including your family. You needed someone to blame; someone to help carry the burden of bloodshed and you shamelessly threw it on him. In your mind, you hurt him over and over.

Jake Sully, the second name you’ve learned that had wronged you terribly. You wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out—to draw blood.

He embraced his family lovingly; you noticed the lack of presence from a mother, but you couldn’t care less. You were fuming, almost as if smoke blew from your ears. Kiri whispers something to his ear and immediately, his eyes are on you, staring intently.

“Who are you?” He asked, walking towards your unmoving figure near his home. His hand was tightly gripping your forearm as he pulled you close. Jake Sully knew that he shouldn’t be too welcoming in times like this; there were already multiple reports of dream walkers outside their vicinity and he couldn’t risk the safety of his clan—of his family, but you couldn’t speak at all. Your gaze was hard on him and he felt uneasy. “Speak or you leave.”

His accent was thick and his tone dripped of authority, but his insides churned in worry. He scanned your features; the stripes that traveled your face and the dots littered across—but most of all, it was the many wounds he noticed. You were scared yet the strong gaze you held almost said otherwise.

“Let go, skxawng!” You hissed, almost like his mere touch had singed your skin.

“Skxawng?” He looked at you incredulously.

“Yes, you--!” And before you could tell him the ugliest profanities known to Pandora, a voice from the background halts both of you.

“Eywa has expected you here,” The Tsahik interrupted before the horde and in an instant, all eyes were on her. She walked towards us, gaze unwavering, “Let her stay.”

And that must have been the cruelest joke the great mother has bestowed— for you to find rest from the root of it all. You could feel the anguish heighten, drowning your already aching body. Then suddenly, the overlapping whispers tuned themselves out as your vision unfocused.

“No, I was only about to leave.” But it has been days, you reminded yourself; days of running, of hiding, and finding food. Every step you took, your feet wobbled—whether it was from exhaustion or the overwhelming silence, you didn’t know. However, after a quick breath, you collapsed. While the exhaustion finally made its way in your entirety, you have found warmth on somebody’s arms.

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You were pretty like this, he thought. Unlike the harsh approach a while ago, your still figure and relaxed visage was a stark contrast to today’s incident. Mo’at had already tended to your wounds and asked Jake Sully to watch over you– and watch, he did.

The lit torches scattered generously around the hut casted a glowing beam on your face as if it was intended for you to be seen like this; in a different light– but he couldn’t shake off the snarl off your face prior to meeting him. The great mother had intended this, but why? Your sudden movements startled him out of his chain of thoughts and only now did he realize he was staring.

“Tsahik?” You groaned,

“Wrong, try again.” His voice was enough for you to finally pry your eyes open and you were met with his tilted head, analyzing your every move. “She went to rest, it is already late.”

“So you think it’s okay to stare at a woman while she’s vulnerable?”

“You’re killing me here,” Jake stood, gathering the fruits he prepared beforehand.

Jake continued talking but his words drowned under the loudness of your thoughts– this was real and he was right in front of you; to let your emotions burst right here and now would be a mistake, so you kept it– now buried along the tears still unshed. It was cruel– cruel cruel cruel cruel cruel and you could only swallow loudly. If Jake had noticed the change in your demeanor, he doesn’t comment about it and passes you the now chopped food.

“Sky people,” Your eyes finally met his as you carefully formed the words needed to be said, “They have attacked our home and I could only run.” half a lie.

“And your family? Are they–”

“They are fine. They managed to save themselves and only I was separated.” You took a bite from the fruit and you slightly coughed– your throat was on fire and it hurt to gulp down.” But right now I need help to return to them. I want to fight back.”

And there it was again, the glint in your eyes. “Slow down, do you even know the way back to your clan?”

Your appetite was immediately gone after the question, your head hung low. You tried to remember– but you could only visualize all the red and darkness; the roughness of their hands and how they inflicted pain. “No, but it’s not enough reason for me to stop.”

“They are coming for you, Toruk Makto.”

His face visibly grimaced from the title, even flinching a bit. The fire crackled loudly and you both sat in overwhelming silence.

“Get some rest, we have a lot to do.” He stood and gathered his things, stepping forward the exit of the hut.

“We have a lot to do– what do you mean?”

“You want to return to your clan, no?” He looked back to your figure, an expression painted on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. “We must act immediately– tomorrow.”

☆ mauve here! i'm so so sorry to disappoint, but i have changed the pairings to jake sully x reader instead of neteyam. i often start my writings with no plans whatsoever /and honestly, it is such a bad trait of mine and now it's biting me right in the ass/ so pairing it with neteyam was an impulsive decision because i had no actual idea for how the fic was gonna work out (i think as i write) and now that i've written the second part, i realized how the plot would suit jake more.

with that being said, i will not be tagging anyone who asked to be on the list because they might have been expecting neteyam;((( i'm really sorry and i hope it isn't at all weird, switching to his literal father. however, if people do find this weird, i have no problems with taking it down and starting anew!

i will still be writing for neteyam! just not in this series. i have a dozen more drafts and i wish to finish all of it. i also take requests! <3

#exile ☆#mauve writes ☆#avatar #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #Jake sully #angst #Jake sully x reader

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sxcret-garden · 8 months

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ღ P1Harmony Theo x fem bodied!reader ღ words: ~2k ღ genre: soft smut (soft dom!Theo(if you squint…?), lots of kissing & body worship, fingering (all reader receiving), protected sex, reader's first time) ღ warnings: none ღ prompts: “This is going a bit too fast…” + “I’ll guide you.”

It’s today. You knew it would happen today from the moment you greeted him at your doorstep and his lips lingered on yours just a little bit longer than usually when he kissed you to say hello.

“I missed you,” his words are ringing in your ears clearly now, and the longing expression behind his gaze doesn’t seem so weird anymore now.

“Baby…” you gasp softly as he attaches his lips to your neck, feeling his hand restlessly exploring your body under your shirt. Your boyfriend Taeyang is hovering above you, and he has you pressed against the sheets with his body weight atop you.

“I love you,” you hear him mumble as he kisses a trail down your skin, and when he comes back up he shoots you a pleading look, tugging at your shirt to signal that he wants it off. Your head still spinning from how quickly a few innocent kisses escalated and he had you underneath him in no time, you’re lacking the brainpower to do anything but obey, and so you allow him to swiftly remove the piece of clothing. So far in your relationship you’ve done nothing but kiss and maybe a bit of letting hands wander into dangerous territory, but immediately withdrawing, as you’ve never had a boyfriend before, and you’ve always been anxious about the whole sexual part of a relationship.

Except for him, who somehow always makes you feel at ease the moment his fingertips come in contact with your skin. It makes you wonder then, why you haven’t gone further with him yet, but your thoughts are cut off the second Taeyang lowers himself to scatter kisses along your collarbones. You whine at the touch, shutting your eyes tightly, and your hands fly to his hair. You tug at the soft strands, and he takes it as a sign to continue what he’s doing. Soft nips and little love bites down your torso make you arch your back underneath him, the pleasure of such a new experience building up in the pit of your stomach.

“Taeyang… baby,” you call out to him once more as he kisses his way down your belly. You begin to feel dizzy when you realize he’s reaching for the waistband of your pants, and as he peeks up into your face, questioning whether he could take them off, the overwhelm hits you.

“I-” Your boyfriend immediately notices the change in your expression and he sits up, worry showing in his dark brown eyes.

“Was I going too far?” he asks, looking away filled with feelings of guilt and regret, but you’re quick to deny his assumption.

“No, I-… It’s just, this is going a bit too fast,” you explain, sitting up as well. “I want to do this… with you. I like it when you touch me…” Due to your inexperience, you do feel a bit embarrassed to be saying such blunt and honest things to him. However, since it’s Taeyang, you’re more than okay with it. You trust him - after all, it has always been him who held back for your sake, and who didn’t go as far as he probably wanted to because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

“Then… should I go slower?” he asks, and you nod, showing him a thankful smile.

“Please,” you add. Next thing you know, his lips are connected to yours, and he’s pulling you close by your waist. His kisses start out soft and careful, but soon they become more passionate. Running his tongue across your lower lip, you permit him to enter, and you feel blood rush to your head as he begins exploring your mouth. You wrap your arms around him tightly when you feel the need to have something to hold onto, and soon you find yourself moaning his name as his lips travel down to your throat. Soft kisses pressed to your skin spark flames of desire, and you run your fingertips down his back, feeling his muscles dance underneath as his palms start roaming your body slowly. When he parts from you, you use the opening to tug at his shirt.

“Take it off,” you whisper, and you find his ears reddening just before he does as told. You press your lips against his in a deep kiss, and the need to feel him more is prickling on your skin. Holding onto his shoulders, you press up against him, heat rushing through your whole body upon coming in contact with him. Electricity courses through the air around you, heightening your senses and making his touch on your skin feel hot.

“I love you so much,” Taeyang mumbles as he lays you down gently, and he reaches for your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours while pinning you to the bed. He kisses your neck and chest, eventually wandering to your stomach, and when he seems to have forgotten all about his earlier plan of going slow, you tear him out of it as you involuntarily giggle.

“Babe…” you whisper upon being met with his wide open eyes.

“Right…” your boyfriend mutters, as if he had just remembered what he said to you earlier. “Sorry, Y/N. I just… I can’t hold back when you’re this beautiful.” As if to put an emphasis on his words, he scans your body from top to bottom, and when his gaze returns to your face, his expression has softened.

“I noticed,” you breathe and you show him an endearing smile. “How about this then?” You lift one of his hands up, bringing it to your cheek so he would cup your face. “I’ll guide you.” Taeyang gives you a nod. When you begin leading his hand down your body, he watches as if under a spell, fingers merely grazing your skin now. You smile at him, saying, “It feels better that way.”

“Then go on.” Receiving his touches at a pace that doesn’t feel overwhelming to you now, you find yourself enjoying the situation even more. “Can I kiss you?” your boyfriend asks and you nod. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your mouth, before he continues, “Again?” You find yourself chuckling at his question, and with a bright smile on your face you give him permission.

You share an open mouthed kiss, and when you part, you begin unbuttoning your pants and allowing him to take off your bra, until eventually all clothes have been discarded and tossed onto the floor. Taeyang has settled down next to you, still watching with great interest and you guide his hand down your stomach, eventually pressing his fingers against your core. Letting out a gasp when you feel his warm touch between your folds, you make him move back up slowly, until you feel him applying pressure to your clit. Taeyang leans in to kiss you as he lets you have full control over his hand, and as you feel yourself wanting more, you let go of him.

“Can I…?” he asks, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Yeah,” you answer with a smile. “It’s okay.” This time he makes sure not to go too fast as he alternates between teasing your clit and your entrance. You spread you legs apart to grant him better access, and he dips a finger inside you in response. You moan at the unfamiliar feeling of having him touch your core, but you also want him to give you more, so you snake your arms around his neck and bring him in for another kiss.

“More, please,” you whisper against his lips, and when he withdraws he smirks at you.

“So now you want me to go faster?” he remarks, amusement apparent on his face, and you pout up at him. His smile softens, and before you can say anything, he pushes his finger back into you. Withdrawing again, he pushes inside a second one a moment later, and you mewl at the sensation.

“Does that feel okay?” he asks.

“Yeah… feels really good…” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Can I add another one?” You look up at your boyfriend upon hearing his words. Curious what it would feel like, you nod, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in anticipation. You whimper when he pushes three digits inside you, feeling the stretch a bit, but it’s not painful. Taeyang lets you adjust for a moment, and when you throw him another pleading look, he starts curling his fingers against your walls. Thumb pressed against your clit and drawing circles on the sensitive bud, you’re soon overwhelmed with pleasure, and with the way you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh your head begins to spin. However, just before your orgasm starts to build up, you stop him.

“What is it?” he asks. “Does it not feel good?” You shake your head vigorously.

“I just… want to have sex with you. Properly, I mean.” It takes your boyfriend one long moment to process what you just asked of him, but as soon as it has sunken in, he carefully pulls out of you. You watch as he gives himself a few strokes, and then you reach for the bottom drawer of your bedside table to fish a condom out of it, handing it to your boyfriend. He puts it on hastily, and as soon as he’s hovering above you, you can clearly see the desire in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” Taeyang asks and you wrap your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Yes.” That is the only word that leaves your lips, and you hope that you’re getting across that you’ve never been more sure about anything else. Your boyfriend hesitates for a second, but then he positions himself between your legs and he reaches for your hands, retrieving them from behind his shoulders so he can bring them to their earlier position - pinning you to the bed, fingers intertwined.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he says, adding, “Here I go.” The way he’s so careful with you makes you giggle a little bit, but your laugh is soon cut off when you feel him pushing inside. You moan out of surprise and because it does feel a little uncomfortable, but your boyfriend holds still, letting you get used to his size.

“I’m okay,” you whisper eventually, and he begins to slowly thrust. Taeyang leans in to scatter kisses all over your neck and your chest, but soon he too becomes overwhelmed by the pleasure and he picks up speed. You free one of your hands and let it glide down between your bodies to give your clit some stimulation, while moaning his name.

“Y/N…” he responds, his voice sounding strained as he buries his face in your neck, continuously rolling his hips into yours.

“A bit longer…” you beg, feeling your high approaching. “Please, just a little… longer…!” Digging your nails into his hand that’s still holding yours, you draw fast circles on your sensitive bud, and the way he reaches deeper inside you with every movement makes your head spin. He groans right beside your ear, sending a wave of pure ecstasy through your body, and with one more thrust you’re tumbling over the edge. You mewl his name, moaning every time your walls clench around his length. Fucking you through your orgasm, his hips soon begin to stutter, and just when you’ve come down from the last aftershocks, he comes undone with a deep groan. He collapses on top of you, shifting to the side a bit so as not to crush you under his weight, and you both catch your breath before you help each other clean yourselves up a bit.

“Are you feeling okay?” Taeyang asks as he lies back down beside you on the bed, and you snake your arms around his body. Snuggling up to his chest and placing a kiss on his warm skin, you chuckle.

“Yeah,” you say. “Way better than okay, actually.”

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wujufim · 10 months

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LOONA + which members are into spanking/being spanked

heejin - my inner astrology hoe is making her first appearance on this blog, hi. heejin is a libra, so ass play is always on the cards for her. she works so hard on her body and knows it's paid off when she's laying across your lap with her ass bared, listening to you hiss as you sink your fingers into her flesh. you can see how her cunt clenches and leaks with each spank, and even though heejin tries to stay quiet she can't hold back her whimpers for long. being spanked by you makes her feel tiny in the best way, she loves being taken care of by you even if it results in pain.

hyunjin - kitten loves being spanked!! it makes her feel so pretty; she teases you by wearing a tiny skirt and grins when you eventually give in. i feel like she enjoys spanking as foreplay rather than as part of a typical D/s dynamic. you bend her over the kitchen counter to spank her and tell her how irresistable she is, how tempting her ass is, all but demanding that hyunjin lets you touch her. later when you spread her legs and run your finger along her slit through the fabric of her panties she's already damp, desperate for your fingers.

haseul - uses spanking as discipline. she doesn't necessarily see it as sexual, it's just a way to shut her members up when they're being insufferable brats, contradicting everything she says or complaining about schedules. the girls would never admit it but they kind of get off on watching haseul grab someone by the wrist and silently lead them to the bedroom, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched.

yeojin - doesn't enjoy being spanked but sometimes it's a necessity to keep her in line because she tends to be a brat. it comes with the territory i suppose, being a maknae in a big group, but a few sharp smacks don't go astray to remind yeojin to control her temper and entitlement. she's so petite that it's easy enough to sneak her into an empty bathroom stall or abandoned broom closet to quickly remind her who's boss, and though she rolls her eyes in the moment, she's a little bit in love with how her cheeks sting each time she sits down for the rest of the day.

vivi - spanking. she gets fixated on how her lover's soft skin ripples as her hand meets their ass. she could play with your ass for hours on end without any genital stimulation herself and still have the most fulfilling time - she's completely engrossed in your reactions to her touch, how you twitch when her hand wanders between your legs, how you hold your breath when she raises her hand to slap you again. probably owns paddles with a little 'v' embossed on them so her girls never forget that nobody can make them feel as good as she does. (she's actually the only one haseul trusts to dom her in my mind, and it's such a sweet dynamic)

kim lip - spanking, and she is ruthless. she's possessive as fuck. she's protective of you too, sure, but god damn will she mark you up so you remember who you belong to. if you so much as joke about flirting with someone else there'll be hell to pay, but you can't deny that it makes you wet to hear her moan and grunt as she reddens your ass. she'll restrain you if she has to in order to deliver her punishment, demanding your respect, beautifully intense as she makes you look her in the eye and apologize. her aftercare is second to none, too; she's every bit as gentle as you remember when she wipes the tears from your cheeks and passes you a glass of water before rubbing balm over your blisters.

jinsoul - being spanked. obviously. soul has MASSIVE "mommy's little angel" energy to me, and she oscillates between avoiding punishments like the plague and being competitive about her pain tolerance. she wants to be a good girl, but she also wants to be the member who can deal with the longest and harshest sessions. she's desperate to impress. sometimes it ends with her breaking, sobbing out her safe word and apologizing for being "weak" - you cuddle her and comfort her and whisper that crying is brave as well, and she needs that release too.

choerry - either. i feel like she can be scarily dominant if she feels like you're intentionally bratting or disrespecting her - her eyes completely switch, focused and somehow darker than usual, and suddenly nobody's laughing any more. she's adorable when she's being spanked too, so obliging, but she's more interested in pleasure than pain. yerim's typically a very good girl so you're happy to spoil her with moisturizing oils and gentle massages of her upper thighs and ass <3

yves - BEING SPANKED. sub!yves is so dear to me. she has too many close industries in the unnie for me to believe she's anything but the sweetest girl in bed, she loves being spoiled (read; ruined) and passed around from woman to woman like the pretty doll she is. she probably plays games where she's blindfolded and lets her unnies take turns spanking her so she can guess who's who. she giggles the entire time because she's having the time of her life being the focus of their undivided attention, and everyone lucky enough to be involved loves seeing her so free.

chuu - you are mutually obsessed with each other's asses. good luck trying to watch a movie with her, because suddenly she's got a leg draped over yours and is teasing your cunt under the covers.. but her hands always stray to your butt. she grins against the crook of your neck as she gropes your ass cheeks, whimpering when she feels you pressing your legs together, muscles tightening as you take a shaky breath. she loves having her own butt played with too, spanking just does it for her. she loves roleplaying during, and has so much fun dressing up and playing the bratty student or bitchy employee.

gowon - honestly much more interested in ass play than spanking. i see her as a total size queen. things escalate quickly when you're spanking her, because with each hard smack she spreads her legs a little wider and you can see her pretty holes pulsing for you. how are you meant to resist filling her up when she's that needy?

olivia hye - SPANKING. you love how obsessed she is with your ass. you love to wind her up and watch her go. hyeju has a day off and takes you on a date? you wear the most flattering jeans you own because you know every few paces she'll slip her hand into your back pocket, palming your cheeks through the denim and growling in your ear about how good you look. she only spanks with her bare hand, and will keep going until both her palm and your ass are raw and blistered. being held and ruined by her leaves you positively euphoric.

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butlersxbirdy · 1 year

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You Light My Morning Sky: Part 12- B

She Found Me Just In Time

Part B!!

Warnings: Smut, ass play, oral (m and f recieving), cum play, use of color system

Recap:

The drop of lotion slipped off your hand and landed between his cheeks. The heat in between your thighs makes you squirm, and the low whine that comes out of Austin’s mouth drives you wild. You’ve never come close to approaching this aspect of submission with him, and while it doesn’t necessarily bother you, it intimidates you. You’re his Mama. He needs you in this moment, and yet you officially have no earthly idea where this day is going.

"Color baby?" You ask. You’d never wandered into the territory of touching him there except in the shower. He inhales sharply when you ask, and you see him imperceptibly press against the pillow.

"Green, Mama," he moans and you feel your face flush. You touch the unexplored area between his cheeks, and ask again.

"Green," he confirms, and arches his hips up to meet your touch. You smile and get more lotion, spreading his cheeks tenderly and massaging his ass more thoroughly. He whines and his hips stutter, and when he bucks up, your fingers brush over his rim. You both freeze, and you hear a trembling

"Green."

"Specifics, Baby," you manage to get out. A misstep here could hurt him badly, and you don’t want a trembling, horrified, scared sub. That loss of trust would ruin both of you. "Be Specific."

"Touch me there, I wanna see how it feels, just to see..." he babbles, and you can tell he's getting embarrassed. You silence him with a comforting hand on his back.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Prince. Do you want me to play with you here?" You stroke his rim teasingly and he nods, hips jerking.

"Yes, Mama... please, oh god... please," he begs and you kiss the base of his spine.

"Suck," you command gently, holding two fingers up to his lips. He moans and does as you ask, licking first then sucking your fingers messily, drooling all over your hand. He looks and sounds like a desperate mess, and you struggle to ignore the increasing wetness between your legs. When they're good and slick with his spit, you pull your fingers out of his mouth. He pouts a little and you kiss him.

"Patience, baby, I'll play with you, then you can have something to do with those gorgeous lips," you promise him and he nods. Austin looks more desperate than you've ever seen him, and you almost want to call the whole thing off so you can help him cum and soothe him in time for a long nap before the event.

The only thing stopping you from doing that is knowing that your boy doesn't want that. Austin asked you for something that you dare not deny him now. You spread his legs a little and rub his rim with your slicked fingers, pressing more firmly.

"Oh! Mama, more!" He whines and you smile.

"As you wish, baby," you grin. You push one finger in, trying to find that spot inside him, curling your finger and stroking his silky walls. When you brush against it at last, he howls.

"Mama! Fuck! Yes!" He gasps in shuddering breaths. You look at his face and see tears pouring down his cheeks.

"More?" You ask, and he nods.

"Y..yes... feel like it'll make me cum... can I?" He asks, his voice a low whine, and you nod.

"If you feel like you need to, don't hold back," you hum and you slowly add another finger. He clenches and stills.

"Y...yellow. Don't pull it out, just... let me breathe for a sec," he begs.

"Good boy for using your colors. Such a good boy... Do you want me to rub that spot again when I keep going? Might make the stretch easier," you explain, petting his hair with your free hand.

"Y...yeah, Mama, sounds... fuck. Green, do that," he whines. You keep petting him, and you do as he asks. He keens, whines, and moans your name as you stroke that spot and push in that second finger. You spread your fingers a little, scissoring them to give him a sense of what being stretched is like, and he arches up into you, pressing your fingers deeper inside you.

"You like that?" You ask, leaning down to kiss his neck as you keep running your fingers over that spot. He bucks his hips, seeking friction on his cock and inside him.

"Does it feel like this, Mama? When I fuck you, do you feel all... full, and buzzy, and hot, and so so good?" He whimpers and you moan, pressing your face into his neck. You've been keeping it together mostly, remaining cool with a dominant exterior, but with those words, he's breaking you. His body is simultaneously relaxed and pliable, and tight as a bowstring. He looks so perfect and beautiful, and he needs you. You pull your fingers out and he whines.

"Mama, what-"

"Turn over," you command gently. He struggles a bit, his body trembling, and you help him out, cradling his body close as you get him on his back. When he's facing you, you look down at him and smile.

"Hi, Baby," you whisper. He grins lazily, reaching for you with trembling hands.

"Mama," he sighs. "What are you up to? You..." he blushes and looks away. "You pulled out, am I doing okay?" He asks, and he giggles a little, noticing the reversal of roles. “This is so new, I’m sorry, I’ll be serious, it's just.. God I sound like you." His words are not teasing; they are full of reverence, the way Catholic priests talk of saints.

"Bend your leg like I do, spread out for me," you say softly. "Trust me?"

He nods, and when one of his legs is resting on your shoulder, you kiss his thigh and push both fingers back in.

"Oh! Mama, that's... fuck! Oh!" He cries out, and you smile, curling your fingers inside him. He pulls you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, both of you moaning and gasping against each other's lips. You press a little harder on his spot, and his eyes fly open as he cums, harder than he ever has, it almost hurts. Load after load erupts from his spent cock, and he clings to you, frantic amidst all the pleasure.

"RED! Fuck, Mama, what was THAT?" He gasps, shaking and moaning as you pull your fingers out. You grab the wipes you keep on the bedside table, never leaving him for a second, and wipe your hand clean. Tears pour down his cheeks, and his lips and hands tremble. His body surprised him, clearly, and while he looks perfect, you feel a protective urge rise up within you.

"That was your first prostate orgasm, Baby Boy, you did beautifully," you praise him. He sighs and closes his eyes, steadying his breathing and licking his lips. You help him extend his legs, and when he looks ready for more contact, you kiss him softly, nuzzling him a little.

"Can I lick you clean, Prince?" You ask, and he nods. You lower yourself to his belly, kissing and licking away his cum, a low moan leaving your throat at how good he tastes.

"I love you, Mama," he whispers, hand in your hair to ground him. When you're through licking him clean, you kiss him gently.

"I love you too,” you smile and kiss his neck. “You said Red, baby, are you okay?" You ask, laying next to him and he instantly lays on top of you, mouthing at your chest.

"Yeah, just... didn't know I could do that. You didn't even touch my cock and I came, really hard," he blushes and cuddles up to you even closer.

"Did it feel good?" You ask tentatively, and he looks up at you with bliss written all over his features.

"Yes, Mama. It felt... god, I wanna do it again," he confesses and you kiss him tenderly.

"I have an idea. Come on, let's go shower and we'll talk," you smile and he whines a little but stands with your help. He clings to you as you walk, and you finish undressing clumsily. There is a beautiful, begging boy in front of you, and you want to make him beg more.

Once you're under the warm spray of the shower, you pull him close, squeezing his ass gently to test the waters.

He arches into you, dipping his head to attach his plush lips to one of your pert nipples. Your hands run through his hair which makes his hips jerk.

"We're supposed to be talking, baby," you giggle and he shrugs.

"Talk, Mama, I'm just a sweet baby boy, I'm not doing anything," he purrs, and you have to bite back a desperate whine of your own. Your thighs press together and his fingers tease between them. "I wanna play while you talk," he moans, and you let out a shaky whine.

"I... I.. Okay, Baby, I think I wanna try something," you manage to get out and he looks at you, fingers stilling between your legs.

"What, Mama?" He asks, biting his lip.

"I want you to wear a plug for me tonight."

His eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times.

"How big?" He asks, hands leaving your teased and almost trembling pussy. He sucks your taste off his fingers and you cup his face in your hands.

"Not big at all, Baby. We'll try it and if you don't like it, or it's too much, let me know," you assure him and he smiles.

"Mama, I trust you, it's okay. I wanna at least give it a shot. You've gone so many places with me wearing vibrating panties or dripping all over your dress because I stole your panties. I want you to have that control over me. But..." he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "Its not gonna vibrate is it?" He asks and you laugh.

"Not your first time, Prince. Promise," you hold up your pinky and instead of locking his pinky with yours, he sucks your finger into his mouth. You tug him closer and kiss him, holding his hips.

"Baby, if you're gonna have a plug, you have to be prepped," you smirk and his eyes widen again.

"Mama, you do it?" He asks and you nod.

"Of course, love. Go ahead and put your hands on the wall for me," you command and he pauses.

"Yellow," he says quietly and opens his arms. "Give me a hug, Mama," he says softly and you melt, holding him tight.

"My baby boy... were we going too fast?" You ask softly and he shrugs.

“Just felt this like. Really powerful wave of affection for you," he blushes. "Wanted a hug," he hums into your neck as you hold him.

"Good boy. You're such a good boy," you hum and you feel his cock stirring a little.

"I'm uh.." he pulls away a little. "I'm ready, Mama," he blushes and you smile.

"You certainly are, gorgeous boy," you smile and he blushes, placing his hands on the wall of the shower and spreading his legs. It doesn't escape your notice that he is getting hard again, but you avoid touching his cock so as not to overwhelm him. You grab the shower head and some other things you need and slowly begin cleaning and prepping him. He whines, the embarrassment written all over his face.

"This doesn't bother me, baby. It comes with the territory. Do you need me to stop?" You ask and he shakes his head.

"No, keep going," he gasps, and you kiss his thighs. He sighs happily and his whole body relaxes under your loving touch. You finish quickly and then you stand and hold him from behind. He leans against you and rubs your arms where they wrap around him.

"I can't believe how much you love me," he murmurs, and turns in your arms to clean your body and wash your hair.

"Back at ya, Butler," you grin and he kisses your neck.

"Can't wait to see what you have planned for me tonight, Mrs. Butler," he moans, his hardened length pressing against you. Your breath catches in your throat.

"We're gonna be in a predicament if you keep calling me Mrs. Butler. I don't know how much you'd appreciate the feeling of being as open as I've got you now when you're being a big strong Daddy," you giggle and he makes a face that reads of pure discomfort.

"No, definitely not, come on," he grins and you quickly bathe each other and get out. He keeps your hands on his hips as you dry each other, and you lead him back to the bedroom, kissing him gently. He cups your face and kisses you, as though he's holding back. He holds himself at a measured distance from you, but sinks into the touch before coming back to himself and showing restraint once more.

"You holding back, Baby?" You purr, taking off his towel. He falls back on the bed, legs spread.

"Mama, I think I'm gonna cum if I keep touching you, and I wanna see," his voice breaks as you lean over him, giving him a full view of your naked body. "I wanna see what happens next," he whispers and you pull him into a heated kiss, gently licking into his open, begging mouth.

"It's gonna feel so good, Baby," you promise him.

"Promise?" He asks, shaking arms wrapping around you as he looks into your eyes.

"I Promise," you nuzzle your nose against his. "And if it doesn't we stop and we forget the whole thing," you hum and he smiles.

"I love you, Mama," he sighs, and you rest your forehead against his.

"I love you, Austin," you whisper and he nuzzles up into you before you pull away. He reaches for you but you stand back.

"Lay back, baby," you command gently and he does, gazing up at you. You go to the closet and reach up until you find what you’re looking for, grabbing the small box of plugs.

"Okay, baby, pick one," you smile, rubbing his thighs and you show him a variety of silicone plugs, some bigger than others. You show him the sizes and he picks up a small tapered one with a jeweled base.

"This one, Mama. It seems manageable and I'll look pretty," he blushes. “At some point we’re gonna talk about why you have that. I know you wouldn’t use something on me that you used with him,” he winks, but you see the tension in his eyes.

“These are mine. The one you picked hasn’t even gotten a test drive yet,” you grin and he sits up a little.

“Oh we’re gonna play with that idea later, but now… I’m ready,” he lays back, a self satisfied smile on his face. You let out a small, bashful giggle and kiss the insides of his thighs.

"Good boy. You're gonna be so pretty," you praise him. He shivers and spreads his legs, and you grab the bottle of lube you keep stored with your toys. You coat the plug with it and you coat your fingers with it.

"Bend your legs baby, let me see that pretty hole," you coo. He whines, biting his lip. "Don't bite, Prince. I wanna hear you, I'm gonna use two fingers baby, and they might be a little cold and slippery," you smile and he nods.

"Okay, Mama," he hums, and when your slicked fingers press against his hole and enter with little resistance, he whines.

"Oh! Feels... that's better than my spit, is that real lube?" He babbles, back arching and you giggle, rubbing his hip gently.

"Yeah, Baby, that's real lube," you grin.

"Feels... Oh!" His back arches and his cock jumps to attention as you curl your fingers and press down on his spot before slowly pulling them out. You sit back, then, and pause. He looks so pretty; perfect cock curved upwards, balls heavy with unspilled seed, and pretty pink hole, lubed up and waiting for you. His beautiful body is a landscape of pleasure you can give him, and you're struck with the urge to try.

"Baby, Can I try something?" You ask. "Can I make you cum a couple times before we plug you? Because this," you lean in and kiss his balls tenderly, "might get uncomfortable."

When you kiss him there, the breath leaves his body and he looks at you with such love, trust, and adoration.

"Mama, you can do anything, I trust you, if you think I should get to cum, then I wanna cum, please..." he whines, eyes glazed over.

“You are the most perfect little sub for me,” you praise him, and as a concrete display of your pride and devotion, before he can say one more sweet thing and make you melt completely, you suck his cock down to the base, moaning at the heavenly feeling of him in your mouth, and the scent of him flooding your senses.

"Oh! Fuck, Mama!" He cries out and you take his hand and place it in your hair. You want him to take comfort from you, to cling to you like you do to him, and he doesn't disappoint.

"Mama... oh, Mama... yes..." he mewls, legs closing around your head a little while he bucks up and gently grips your hair. "Fuck... so goddamn... hnng!" He keeps crying out as you bob your head up and down on him, and then you pull off his cock with a loud pop.

"Huh? Mama, I'm being good, what-"

"You're gonna love this, Baby," you grin at him, biting his thigh gently. "And if you don't, you remember your colors," you assure him, reaching up and rubbing his tummy a little. He grabs and squeezes your hand, other hand still in your hair.

"I remember, Mama, I'm ready, I'm really..." he wiggles. "I'm really fucking close," he whines and bucks his hips up. You smile at him and then lower your face, moving your lips down and sucking his balls messily into your mouth.

"Oh god! Mama... please... oh! Gonna cum!" He whines, sobbing with his whole chest as he cums again, spilling on his belly with a cry. You give him one last lick and then pull away so as not to overstimulate him and you suck the cum off his belly once more. He breathes more softly this time, and his eyes are glazed with pleasure. His tongue darts over his lips as he says your name softly like a prayer, and he pulls you in for more soft kisses.

"When can I taste you?" He asks, between heaving breaths, and you grin.

"After I taste you," you say slowly, revealing your plans.

"You've tasted me twice," he pouts, and you shake your head.

"Babe, I'm gonna taste you how you taste me," you explain and he frowns then his eyes go wide.

"Mama, I.. you know, you don't have to do that for me," he blushes, hand resting on his chest while the other traces your lips. "Don't dirty something so pretty just to make me feel good," he whispers and you shake your head.

"Making you feel good is all there is, my Prince. None of that is a waste. If you don't want me to, I won't-" you assure him but he shakes his head.

"No, I do, I do want," the words rush out and he blushes. "I just don't want you to hate it, because I really enjoy being between your legs," he blushes. The care he shows for you is enough to make anyone disintegrate, but you stay strong for him. He needs you to be a firm and gentle guide for him as you cross together into these new uncharted waters. He's taking on a new position in so many more ways than the one. Like a garden in spring, with every touch he blooms for you, letting you into his body and thus, further into his heart.

"Let me show you how much I'll like it," you whisper, kissing his body all the way down. "If you're ready," you add, and he takes a deep breath and bends his legs. You look at him with low burning embers in your eyes, a change from the wildfire that usually blazes in your sight when it locks on to his ethereal innocent beauty.

He rests a leg on your shoulder, and you help him adjust his hips and you look up at him.

"Baby," you say softly. "Austin. I just have to tell you, you're so pretty down here. Your cock, your balls, your pretty hole," you praise him and when you look up at his face, he's looking at you as though he's about to cry.

"Mama, please..." he begs and you press your lips to his rim. His legs fall open and his hands scramble for purchase as you kiss his rim, pushing your tongue slowly inside him. His back arches off the bed and his body shakes. Not only do you love the sounds you're drawing from him, you also love that this is more pleasant for you than you'd imagined it would be. Cleaned and prepped as he is, the only sensory input you experience between his legs is a heady, intense concentration of his scent, and it drives you a little wild. Your hips rock in search of friction and you push your face even closer to him.

"Green! More, Mama!" He begs, and you grip his hips, tugging him closer. You thrust your tongue deeper inside him, curling your tongue a little. He rolls his hips greedily when you run your tongue repeatedly over his spot, and reach your hands up to tease his nipples. The second your fingers graze over them, his eyes roll back in his head.

"Mmm....hhnnggg... fuck... Mama..." he babbles desperately. You pull your tongue out and suck on his rim a little, and then thrust your tongue back in, flattening it against his spot. That's all it takes for Austin; he cums hard all over his chest and stomach and his hips roll away from the overstimulation of your tongue still moving inside him. You pull out of his hole, kissing his thighs and his hips, and you look at him tenderly, moving your hands to his sides, rubbing him gently.

"Can I clean you up with my mouth, Baby?" You whisper roughly, voice coated with silenced screams of pleasure. He nods and when you're through, he kisses you deep, pulling away to lick his lips.

"Mmm...you taste.. like you and me," he grins, and kisses you again. "Get on my face, Mama," he hums and you shake your head.

"I'm not going to overwhelm you. I've licked you open, now I'm gonna put in your plug," you explain, and you get between his legs, lube up the small object, and look at him.

"Ready?" You ask and he shakes his head.

“No,” he whines. “You promised. I want to taste you. If I get overwhelmed, I’ll tap twice on your right leg. I know my signals, and my colors. You’ve done so much for me, I’ve been a good boy, and you promised,” he pouts. “Will you tell me why I can’t? Do you not want me like that anymore now that you know I like… my hole being played with? Because I love both things, you have to still look at me the same,” his voice is soft and sad, and his eyes convey despair, bordering on cold detachment. You fear he’s close to a drop.

“Austin, Baby, I am so sorry. I was scared that sensory deprivation like that might be too much. I just wanted to protect you,” you explain, and you see the ice in his gaze melt.

“And I love that. But I’m just as sure that I want your pussy as I was when I said I wanted you to play with my ass, and look how good that turned out,” He smiles a little, and you run a hand over your face, trying not to laugh.

“You’re right, baby. You know your own mind, and body. I’ll give you your treat, do you want the plug before or after?” you ask, rubbing his chest.

"I'm so relaxed, I might not even feel it," he grins. “Before.”

“Are you sure, Angel? You looked really close to feeling really bad,” you ask, stroking his hair and his face.

“Green, Mama, I feel better,” he promises. You believe him, of course. He does look as though he has returned to himself. You kiss him tenderly and then settle back between his legs. Your lips adorn his thighs with bites and kisses, and he makes pleased little humming sounds as you grab the plug, lube it up once more, and then spread a little on his hole. He wiggles his hips when you push it in, and he gasps and wiggles. "Okay, I feel it, but it feels good..." he grins and you tap the jewel base.

“You feel good?” you ask and he nods, reaching for you.

“I do, now get up here,” he whines, pouting again like a little puppy. You want to do as he asks and give him the treat he so richly deserves, but you have one more thing to do first.

"Hey, Baby, turn over and arch your back a little, get that cute little ass in the air," you smile playfully and he pouts.

“If I do, I get to taste your pussy? Which as I recall, is rightfully mine?” he grumbles.

“Yes, Prince, your pussy is yours for the taking, just do this one thing for Mama,” You promise. He nods and does as asked, putting his ass in the air, turning his head to look at you. You snap a pic and then you lay down next to him. The second you're in reach he lays down on top of you, a strong thigh parting your own. He wiggles a little, adjusting to his plug.

“What’s the pic for Mama?” he asks a little nervously, but you soothe him with a gentle hand in his hair.

“Look at you, baby,” you smile, and kiss his forehead. “I wanted to show you because you picked that plug so you’d look pretty,” you assure him.

“Let me see,” he reaches for your phone and you show him the photo. His legs are spread, his ass is up, his lips are puffy and freshly bitten, his eyes shine with unshed want, and his soft skin simply glows. The plug nestled inside him glints tantalizingly, and he gasps when he sees all the little details.

“Mama, I look…” he hides his face in your chest. “I look good,” he mumbles and you kiss his face tenderly.

“Yes, Prince, you do,” you look into his eyes. “So beautiful, I love you so much, I’m so proud,” you hum.

“Then let me have my pussy. My treat,” he pouts, laying flat on his back. “I want it,” He begs pitifully.

“As you wish,” you smile, kissing down his body to rile him up, but the frustrated growl you hear tells you you’ve pushed far enough. You don’t wish to deny him any longer, and he clearly is at a breaking point.

You crawl up his body, grip the headboard, and you hold yourself above his eagerly awaiting mouth as you look down at him. His eyes are locked on your dripping folds.

“Mama, holy shit, you look so good.. Playing with me did all that?” he asks, tongue darting out reflexively.

“Yeah Baby, I told you, you looked really pretty and you taste amazing,” you blush and he purrs.

“Oh my god, Mama please, let me taste,” Austin moans and you slowly sink down onto his eagerly awaiting lips. The second his lips make contact, the heat between your legs threatens to boil over and consume you. His tongue works magic on you as always, but the way he clings to your thighs and buries his face in you is new. It’s a raw form of pleasure that is nearly detached from reality. He wants to drown in you, it seems, and he chases his own end with hunger, rage, and ambition. You can do nothing but move your hips gently; where he chases, you give. Where he retreats, you meet him. To do anything else at this point would hurt him. His nose would be broken if your hips thrust on his sweet face with the same voracity as his cherry red mouth sucked, nipped, and drank from you, so you rock against him like low tide waves, the restraint of your power palpable in the air as he dives in further. A swell of heat begins to bubble up in your belly, and you feel the fire start to take you. This, too, is different; for all his desperation, the build up to your peak is slow, and almost hurts. His nose bumps your clit roughly as his tongue curls and pulls desperate moans from your mouth and drops of arousal from deep inside you.

“Baby! Oh god, it feels… don’t stop!” You beg, losing your grip on the controlled pace of your hips. His lips move from your dripping entrance to your clit as he moans around you, and the heat in your belly tightens. Austin moans against your folds and sucks your clit, not once, not twice, but like he’s tasting the sweetest candy, and the reverent licks and sucks and moans drive you over the edge.

“Austin… Prince, I’m gonna…” you warn him in a series of choked stammered moans. He licks over you once more before pushing his tongue inside you and pressing on your clit with shaking fingers. You gush all over his face, and try to pull away to avoid collapsing on him. When you fall back on the bed, he chases you, parting your legs.

“I wasn’t done with my treat,” Austin says petulantly, and you let out a soft laugh, which turns into a whine as he licks your juices from between your legs, even cleaning your thighs. You let him take his fill, and then you look at the time, and you shout.

“Aust, my Baby, I love this, and I love you, but you’re gonna have to make this quick and then clean up your mess. The style attendants are going to be here in 20 minutes and I don’t want to come home to a cum and lube covered bed. Do you want to disappoint Mama?” You ask, praying that the commanding tone didn’t push him too far. Far from it, however, the command seems to ground him.

“Mama, I’ll do anything you need,” he moans weakly, looking like a puppy eager to please. You make a mental note to include a tail plug at some point, but then he’s standing, shaking out his legs and moving his hips a little.

“I feel it now, but it’s okay,” he grins with a little blush, and he helps you stand. “I hate asking, Mama, but can you finish cleaning up my pussy on your own? I wanna take care of this bed,” he begs, hating the idea of being a bad boy.

“Baby, you’re being so good. I’m gonna go clean myself up, you’re so sweet,” you praise and he leans in.

“Kissies,” he demands and you giggle, and give him a soft kiss. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you gently, one hand cupping your face. You nuzzle into the touch for a moment, but you know you have things to do. You quickly clean yourself up and come out to the bedroom to see Austin making the bed with fresh sheets, quickly and neatly. He is doing great work and you praise him, warning him of your presence with a hand on his back.

“Good job, Prince, how’s your ass feeling?” I ask, helping him with the pillowcases once the fitted sheet is on. He blushes and you notice his gait is different as he walks over to get the top sheet; less careless, more deliberate.

“I feel good. It’s uh… not gonna slip out, is it?” he asks and you shake your head.

“I should have explained it better, baby. You can relax,” you assure him, and he nods, sighing with relief before finishing remaking the bed. You clean up the room a little even though you know you’re getting ready in the spare room, and when you look at the time, you know the style and wardrobe team will be here any minute. You grab a robe for yourself and then wrap him in one, and kiss him. You two look at each other, and the monumental weight of the worlds outside your happy bubble you’ve made together feels so incredibly heavy. The paparazzi incidents, quitting your job because of Jamie and Sarah, Austin shouting at people and getting so easily overwhelmed these days, all leading up to spanking and taking your A-list actor fiance to the red carpet with a plug in his ass; all of these things were huge steps together, but they didn’t feel so crucial when it was just the two of you. But the outside world, and adult life, beckoned you onward. You look into his eyes as you voice these thoughts and he shrugs.

“None of it scares me, y/n. I have you.” You smile and he rests his forehead against yours, and when you hear the sharp triple knock on the door, you take Austin’s hand, and you look into his eyes.

“Color, Baby?” You ask, and he kisses your hand.

“Green, Mama,” he smiles and you nod, and go to answer the door. It was time to get ready to face the music on the red carpet.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #you light my morning sky #austin butler smut #austin butler elvis #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #sub!austin #austin butler fanfiction

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semisolidmind · 1 year

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Hey there! I just wanted to tell your that I love your Fuwa Fuwa Pandemic idea & characters to a point where it has inspired me to make a few characters!

Seriously, the fuwa fuwa pandemic has had me in a literal chokehold for weeks. It's just that amazing.

and..here they are! (Btw sorry if it gets a bit long or rambly!)

The mascot's name is masaru and he is a badger (based around the japanese badger) and he is a mascot for a farm.

He arrived in a small farming town in the country awhile back. He came across a sprawling farm with his character on all the signs and stickers of the farm's products. Now he runs the farm and controls the surrounding countryside as his territory, including any greenhouses, meadows or lakes.

He seems sweet and docile, offering survivors warm beds, fresh clothes, warm meals. A caring, fatherly individual with a warm smile,

However those are for the survivors who he gives permission to enter.

Anyone who enters his home without permission or dares to take his three children from him will be ripped limb from limb without mercy. He will hunt them down for miles and make an example out of them…and nobody wants to be tortured for hours.

No one is taking his three babies from him unless they have a death wish.

Masaru sees the three children in his care as his own. He just felt like he was created for these three little ones. As if he was meant to guide and protect them.

He adores them and does his best to keep them safe and give them the best life possible on his beautiful sprawling cottage core farm. Even hiding his more vicious side from them and lying about what happened to their ‘visitors’ (even though they aren’t that dense)

The oldest child is fifteen year old taylor. An adventurous cottagecore styled kid who loves cooking and gardening. She was sent to japan by her parents to visit her grandmother when the pandemic hit. Taylor cares deeply about her new-found friends, 12 year old Oliver and 5 year old Daisy (who she picked up along her travels) and will do anything to keep them safe.

She eventually ended up in masarus care after he rescued them from another mascot trying to kill them. She is still a bit hesitant around Masaru, but is slowly beginning to trust him day-by-day. After all, he’s keeping them safe and well fed. Plus there is a strong chance he won’t let them escape.

Next up is twelve-year-old Oliver. Oliver is a shy and clever kid who loves to read and craft things. Oliver was another kid visiting their relative, specifically his brother. His brother ended up getting killed by mascots so Oliver could escape. He is also attached to Taylor and Daisy, and though the both of them tend to give him a heart attack with their antics, he thinks of them as family and will go with them to the ends of the earth.

Just as hesitant as Taylor when it comes to Masaru. Yeah he is slowly trusting Masaru, but that doesn’t mean he doesn't have his reservations. He’s not dense. He knows what happens to the survivors who wander in here…he knows exactly what happens when you piss masaru off. So he always has his guard up just in case things go south.

The youngest is five-year-old daisy. She is a rambunctious and curious child who loves to draw, interact with animals, and explore abandoned buildings. She got separated from her parents at the start of the pandemic and spent most of her time wandering all alone and scavenging until she was found and taken in by Taylor and Oliver. She loves her new friends and considers them to be her older siblings. She does anything and everything she can to make them happy and includes them in all her games.

She adores and trusts Masaru because he's friendly and because of her love of badgers (as she has a little stuffed badger she carries with her nicknamed ‘kiyo’). She doesn’t really see the violent side of Masaru, but that doesn't mean she can’t sense something's off.

So, while she is pretty relaxed around Masaru, she knows in the back of her mind to be extra careful around their caretaker.

Finally there are original guardians of each of the kids (taylors grandparents, Oliver's older sister, and Daisy's parents) who are trying to get them back from masaru. who they know will kill them if they try to rescue them. Thus far they’ve had no luck, but they have to keep trying. For the sake of the kids and their families.

Meanwhile, while the children's guardians struggle to get them back, Masaru and the children to survive the pandemic as a found family on their cozy little farm.

oooh, big papa badger. seems like a scary dude. this is another neat idea for a side story. like, maybe Emi and Uzu come across this farm on their way to the city and Emi offers to help (even though Uzu is content to leave this alone). Cut to Uzu picking a fight with Masaru to distract him while the families and Emi go in to save the kids. they take an old truck and get as far away as they can, and Uzu pretends to back off and discreetly follow them to get Emi back.

Masaru is suitably pissed. i can’t imagine he’d let his babies go that easily.

#fuwa fuwa pandemic

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landofzero-archive · 10 months

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Nagisa Ran - Sub Story

Writer: Akira

Season: Autumn

(Setting: Outside the main gate)

Nagisa: (……

…… It’s been a long time, Yumenosaki Academy

…… It hasn’t changed at all. No- it seems livelier than when I was here last.

…… Everyone is smiling.

…… That’s good.

………)

……? You there, is there something you need?

…… Eh, Anzu-san? The producer, Anzu-san?

…… I wonder if you came to fetch me?

…… Wait.

…… (Reading from some kind of booklet)

…… Thank you for waiting. Umm~

“Good work coming to get me.”

“I am Shuuetsu Academy’s ruler, Adam’s own Ran Nagisa”

…… Pause.

“Every idol besides me will perish”

…… Ah, wait.

…… It said to look intimidating to my utmost ability. And to laugh loudly too, I suppose?

…… I’ll restart, sorry.

“Fuhahahaha! Every idol besides me will perish!”

“There is no path ahead of me, for my trail paves the path! I am the king of kings!”

“Kneel, you imbeciles! Before the brilliance of Ran Nagisa! Fuhahahaha!”

……… Nailed it. (Victory pose)

…… Ah, sorry. You must have been surprised. I’m in the process of building my character.

…… But I’m not used to it yet, I’m still practicing.

…… I withdrew from idol activities for a while.

…… Wandering around foreign countries on an introspective journey.

…… But in the process, I lost my “self” instead.

…… For a short time I even forgot how to speak Japanese.

…… But Hiyori-kun asked me, “Let’s do our best together again.”

…… That’s why I returned to this country.

…… Honestly, I wasn’t fond of doing so.

…… Both back then and now, the idol industry has always been brutal.

…… I don’t wish to fight others.

…… I wonder why we can’t all get along.

…… Why can’t we all love and watch over each other.

…… Even though we're family, all born onto the same planet.

…… I wonder, is it because we’re weak?

…… Ah, sorry. You don’t have to be concerned about that, Anzu-san.

…… Um. Could you show me to the student council room?

…… Yes, I thought I’d visit for a greeting before Autumn Live.

…… The venue seems to be our territory.

…… Maybe it’d be more conventional for them to greet us.

…… I’ve been absent from this country for a while.

…… So I wanted to see, feel, and grasp the current atmosphere of Yumenosaki.

…… I felt it’d only be proper that I should come by for a greeting since we’ll be borrowing those Yumenosaki children.

…… I wish to see Eichi-kun as well.

…… That one tends to be cunning. So I have to meet him face-to-face to decipher what he’s thinking.

…… Additionally, it’d be awkward to meet him only after everything’s ended.

…… So I think I should apologize in advance.

…… Trickstar, was it? The group we’re performing a joint live with.

…… I want to tell him, I’m sorry if I break those children.

………

…… What is it? Please, guide me to the student council room.

…… I used to attend Yumenosaki Academy as well, but I’ve forgotten almost everything to do with it.

…… If you don’t lead me there, I’ll get lost.

…… I get lost easily. Rather, I get entranced easily.

…… I wonder if I’m too empty. I lack many things.

…… I trust you’ll guide me properly.

…… Come, let’s go.

…… Umm.

…… Sorry, what was your name again?

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #Nagisa Ran #Era: !#Type: Sub-story

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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A Losing Hand, Part 18

Summary: what happened to you and Curtis?

Pairings: Curtis X Snowdrop!Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: mentions of death by a pistol, conspiracy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2K

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*divider created by @firefly-graphics

Laying on the bed of your new room, your eyes glance around; plain, cold, and not at all what you were used to in the Heart compound. Had Curtis been with you, this would be easier to stomach.

Living here, you had hoped that you would get more time with Curtis, but you were unaware of how many duties he actually had. Learning the business, his territory, his players, and even the political aspects of things. Even though your father despised the Diamonds most, the King seemed kind and just. Not at all the reputation you had believed to be true.

Life could get a bit boring until you befriended Mace. The two of you would train and wander around the compound, still trying to keep yourself a secret.

Curtis’ little brother was nothing like him. He didn’t have the responsibility of becoming the King of Diamonds. There was a lightness to Mace that Curtis had when it was just you and him. Around the suits, he was hard, cold, and distant. But you’d been around suits long enough to realize that was normal. Except for Jefferson.

Jefferson had big ideas, and you hoped one day, he was able to fulfill those dreams. Waiting on Curtis seemed to take forever, and you couldn’t help but to get in your head. Getting in your head lead you to wander, quietly of course. People weren’t to know about you, until it was official.

Curtis’ words of running away together, refused to leave your mind, but you did not want him to leave all that he knew behind. Regardless of him agreeing to it, you just didn’t know if you could make him run away from his family or duty. But this…this was stifling. Even talks of you having lessons with his mother on how to be the Queen of Diamonds made you nervous. This was a life you never imagined possible.

You told yourself you would give it a few more weeks. But the longer you waited, the more you wanted to leave. Run away with Curtis, and leave the life of a suit behind.

“Snow?” the two of you could do it. You could get normal jobs. Live normals lives. “Snow?” possibly a family one day. You wouldn’t have to worry about your father’s constant hatred, or the Diamonds thinking you were never good enough for their future king.

“Snowdrop?” you finally notice Curtis was now with you. Turning to look at him, you give him a weak smile. “It’s time. You’re not happy.”

“No, the month isn’t up.”

“You really going to change your mind?” he doesn’t even give you chance to answer before he’s walking up to you. Your hands in his while he looks over your face. “You are what is important. Not this. This life affords us some luxury and comfortability. But it also comes at a cost. I don’t care. I want you, and your happiness. We’re having a meeting with the players, and I’ll let them know then. I want you at the cabin waiting. I’ll join you, and we’ll spend some time regrouping there.”

“Curtis, I can’t…”

He presses his hands against your face, “You’re not asking me to. This is what I want to do. You remember how to get to our cabin?” you nod with a smile, still worried about if he realizes what he’s giving up. “In time, dad will forgive me. He’ll understand why I left, because he almost did with mom. Mace will probably be a better king anyways. Mom will always forgive me. She likes you, Snowdrop.”

“Curtis, you’re sure?” he nods leaning in to give you a soft and gentle kiss.

“Pack tonight. You’ll leave in the morning, and I’ll join you the following night, after the vote,” you start to interject, but he stops you. “It’s a vote for a new main player, some Lloyd Hansen guy. His mother was daughter of a pawn, father, who knows, but he’s good. A bit creepy, but good. He might make a good Ace. Just trust me. This is what I want to do, because I want you. This life means nothing to me without you. But in time, they’d grow to love you.”

“Doubtful, but okay. We’re doing this?” he smiles, sealing the decision with a much more passionate kiss. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“What did you do when you lived at the Heart compound?”

“Miss you.”

Looking back down at your watch you start to get nervous. Start getting in your head. Pacing around the Dealer’s cabin, and randomly looking at the white opal ring on your finger. Curtis wouldn’t leave you, you try and remind yourself.

Thinking about everything he said about the vote. About what that could entail. Maybe he had misjudged the timeframe, or maybe it was because he changed his mind. Left you out here in the woods, alone. And the more you think the more you realize exactly how alone you are.

Can’t go back to the Heart compound, because you made your decision. And now, he’s gone. No, he will show up. But every hour that passes, you that hope dwindles even further. Your hand starting to scratch your neck as another day passes.

Holding onto your dignity as much as possible, you look around the cabin one more time. Remembering the week you had here with just Curtis. Remembering nothing but a lie. Starting to build up a wall about true love, because it was all a fairy tale.

With a look in your hands, you realize that you’re not prepared for a life on your own. Nothing to protect you, should you choose a life in the confines of the territories. Knowing the Heart compound isn’t too far away, you go to get some supplies.

Rummaging through the armory quickly. Grabbing up the only thing that still remained from your mother, the pistol with a rose on the handle, when you turn to see Bunny.

“I wasn’t here,” you answer nervously. While you’ve always liked her, you know her loyalty remains with Jefferson.

Bunny looks out into the hallway, before coming in with you. Helping you pack some ammunition. “I’m sorry about what happened,” she whispers, and it never registers in your mind m, that she shouldn’t even know what happened between you and Curtis.

She stands face to face with you, a strained smile, before her thumb traces over your stupid mark. Glad that you chose to get it in white. “Your brother loves you. Remember, he’s not your father.”

“I know,” you respond. Twitching anxiously, because you should really be going.

“Things will change. Jefferson is smart. He and I both promise you, it will change,” with a quick nod, and a lingering hug, you head out of the Heart compound. The only place you’ve ever called home, and it didn’t feel like home. He did. You push back those feelings. Thoughts of a stupid girl who thought a man loved her.

Wiping a rogue tear, you want to make it a point to throw that stupid ring at Curtis. Make a scene in his suit, just so he knows how much he hurt you. Letting him know, that he proved your father wrong, you were nothing but a Diamond whore. Made you choose him or your life, and you clearly made the wrong choice.

Diamond territory, isn’t where you should have been, especially at night. You try to stay in the shadows. Try to be unnoticed, but they see you anyways. Wrapping an arm around your throat, but when you bite their arm, they sling you to a wall.

With foggy vision, you try to focus on them, but quickly they cut your arm, and it only takes a few seconds to unholster that pistol, and you shoot at them. Scared of the consequences you run. Ignoring the bit of chaos in the streets, and just needing to get out.

Getting right at the edge when someone grabs your wrist, “Let me go!”

“Hey, you’re fine. I’ve been trying to get to you. I saw what you did,” he answers calmly, pulling your trembling body to his hard chest. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whine up at him. “H-h-he…”

“I saw. Let’s get you out of the streets, and fed. This isn’t the place for young ladies,” you look up at his face, confused and hurt, you ignore the signs of how he’s just too sweet. “I’ve got a friend that can help you out. I’m Steve Kemp by the way.”

“Steve Kemp?” you ask getting worried. Curtis had warned you. But Curtis is also a liar.

“Don’t believe the rumors, sweetheart. Who’s here helping you right now?” you give him a nod, still unsure, because you can’t make your heart think differently. “I could always tell the King what you did. He wouldn’t be too kind to you killing the former Ace. You did us a favor. It’s a new day for the Diamonds.”

You want to run. His words odd as you try and repeat them. There was something not quite right, but you don’t even care anymore. Agreeing to whatever Steve Kemp says, because a part of you died at the cabin. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

Curtis runs into the cabin, his body marred and bloody, and he hopes that you’re okay. Running through the small cabin, screaming your name, but you don’t answer.

Coming into the bedroom to find the Dealer sitting there with an odd smile, “She’s not here.”

“What did you do with her?” Curtis demands, a raw fury laced in every word.

“She wasn’t here when I arrived. I came hoping to find both of you. When you told me you were leaving, imagine my surprise when I found no one.”

“The Diamonds…my father…it…it happened so fast. I…”

“Are you ready to take your rightful place on the court?” Curtis stands stoic, but not answering. “She’s gone. I guess a few days in isolation, it’ll do that to a person. Get in their head, before realizing you abandoned her.”

“I didn’t. I…didn’t do it. I didn’t kill my father. And…god, Lloyd…Harlan, I didn’t.”

“Either you set things right with the Diamonds. Or I propose an offer to you. You go out and search for your pretty little Snowdrop, but become my Ghost. You’re a dead on shot, and I could use a personal assassin. It keeps the suits in line. You’re free to roam through any territory. But when I call, you answer.”

“But…”

“You’re free to go to any of the suits. Live in their compounds, and look for her. You go out on your own, you’re looked at as the boy who killed his father, but still couldn’t take up the throne. A coward, a traitor, a lovesick puppy who made a Heart a Diamond whore.”

“They don’t…they don’t know. No one knows.”

Harlan let’s a creepy laugh, shaking his head at how very little Curtis understands. “You don’t think a bitter king is going to talk about his own daughter who he blames for killing his first wife? You’ve ruined her reputation. Take my offer, or flee the confines of the suits. It’s your choice. I’m offering you a chance to explain to her just where you were. She was vulnerable.”

“She was safer here,” Harlan only shrugs, beginning to stand up, he doesn’t offer anymore explanation to Curtis. “You knew this whole time didn’t you? Knew the plays that were being put into place?”

“I’m the Dealer,” Harlan throws his hands out, turning around for Curtis to get a good look at him. “I have people who are my eyes. I have the Joker and Thor on a short leash. I want change in the suits, and this is the beginning. Join me, or become my enemy. It’s your decision.”

Harlan gets right at the door, beginning to exit when Curtis finally speaks, “Fine. I’ll do. Just know that my priority is finding her.”

“If she’s not already dead.”

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @missacidburn928 @sstan-hoe @whimsyplaty92 @connie326 @peaches1958 @agirlneedsgoals @thedarknessilove

#a losing hand #a losing hand au #curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x snowdrop #harlan thrombey #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #mafia au

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 2 years

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Being a vampire and discovering Nandor is your ancestor would involve PART 1:

🦇 You're a young vampire who just moved to Staten Island in search of a fresh start. Your clan was massacred by hunters, and you are looking for a new home, or even just a place to rest for a while.

🦇 You've been wandering the streets, hungry, when you notice a man walking alone in a dark alley; you immediately decide he'll be your dinner for tonight.

🦇 You follow him for a while, ready to pounce... and then you realize you're not alone. There's another vampire who has been following your prey; you almost collide when you try to attack at the same time.

🦇 This is the moment you meet him. You're nervous for a moment, because many vampires wouldn't take kindly on an intruder hunting in their territory, but he surprises you; he looks kindly at you, taking in how hungry and tired you look, and in a whisper he offers you to attack together and then share the prey.

🦇 Which you do. You drink blood until you're pleasantly full, and you're going to thank him for his help and bid him good night, but he stops you, and offers you to come to his place.

🦇 He wouldn't be able to explain why he does that. He is not attracted to you, even though he thinks you're really cute; he rather feels a protective instinct towards you, and not just because you are and look much younger than him.

🦇 He wants to know more about you, and he wants to make sure you're OK. So he offers you to rest at his house, and you decide to accept; you're usually wary of strangers, vampires and humans alike, but instinctively you know you can trust him.

🦇 “Well… if you really don’t mind. I am (name), by the way”. “It’s very nice to meet you; my name is Nandor, Nandor the Relentless”. “Do I have to call you that, or is Nandor enough?”

🦇Thankfully Nandor’s housemates like you as much as he does; they let you stay the day, and find you some new clothes since you've left your previous home bringing next to nothing with you because of the imminent danger and you've mostly been surviving stealing cash and clothes from victims.

🦇 You still have daymares about what happened to your clan, and usually the only thing you can do is wait they pass, and then hopefully go back to sleep, or remain in your coffin, waiting for the sundown, desperately trying to think about something else. The second day after your arrival at the Staten Island residence, though, you decide to get up and go watch TV, hoping it will calm you and take your mind out of it.

🦇 Instead, you meet Nandor, likewise a victim of insomnia; after a moment of mutual embarrassment, he offers you to check some daytime TV together; you end up with your cheek on his shoulder, giggling while you watch the re-runs of some old soap-opera. In the end, you confide in him, telling him about your daymares and that sometimes, no matter how calm and in a good mood you are, you just can’t help thinking about the friends you have lost.

🦇 “It would have been better if I had died already, grief and solitude are even worse than death” you comment sadly, and Nandor’s reaction is… unexpected. You thought a great warrior like him would berate you for such sentimentality, or simply tell you that everybody loses people they care for sooner or later, therefore you may as well get used to it and mourn in the privacy of you heart. He doesn’t.

🦇 “I wish I could tell you it gets better, or that there’s a sure way to eliminate pain and sorrow, but it would be a lie” he confesses, an arm that has settled on your shoulder without any of you realizing; it’s nice, you think once you do, it makes you feel safe “The loved ones you lose stay with you forever, and perhaps it’s a good thing; I’d rather remember than forget, even if it makes me sad. Maybe it’s up you, you know? You need to learn to keep them in your heart putting aside the pain and the grief; remember the good things and forget the bad ones”.

🦇 It’s a really unexpected, but very wise, advice; you’re not sure whether you’ll ever be able to follow it, but you thank Nandor for his help, and he’s happy to see you’ve calmed down. You could go back to sleep, but you decide to stay, and watch TV next to him until dawn. None of you says much, but it feels nice, you think, like you don’t have to; it’s nice to have found a friend.

🦇 You get along well with Nandor’s housemates, so well they don’t want you to leave. A one-day stay soon becomes two and then three because "oh, tomorrow we 're doing this and this, you must absolutely come" and before you know it, you're part of the family.

🦇 Nandor is the most adamant about you staying. You try to convince him that you're old enough to take care of yourself, like you've already done for more than a century; you don't want to impose on him and the others, and you can find your own place in town or elsewhere.

🦇 You might as well be talking to the wall. Nandor, who in his heart can't stand the thought of you leaving, and doesn't understand why, decides that Staten Island is no place for a young vampire to live alone. He has Guillermo steal a coffin for you from a local funeral home, and put it in the house's spare room.

🦇 You trust him. The fact that you're both vampires doesn't necessarily mean that his intentions are pure, and you're used to be wary of people you don't know well, but with him... With him is different. You wouldn't know how to explain it, but you know he only has your best interest at heart, that he worries for your well-being, even though he barely knows you, and that he doesn't plan to hurt you or bother you in any way.

🦇 Also, you don't want to leave, and not only because it's so nice to be in a comfortable house with other vampires after a year on the road, alone, constantly looking behind your shoulder fearing that the hunters have finally found you.

🦇 You want to stay because of Nandor. You feel... an attraction towards him, though there's nothing sexual or romantic in it; it reminds you of how you felt with the other members of your clan, a feeling of home, almost of family, which makes no sense, since you practically just met. Anyway, you feel a certain sympathy towards Nandor, and it's nice to find someone who cares for you, after a whole year of solitude.

🦇 Less than a week after your first meeting you have a new home, and a new best friend; your life has changed for the better since the moment the two of you almost collided while hunting the same prey, and you couldn't be happier.

🦇 🦇 🦇

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing on Tumblr, so I’m quite nervous! I don’t know whether I’ll write anything else, but it’s nice I was able to finish it. English is not my first language, so please forgive any mistake.

This is part one of three.

#What We Do in the Shadows #Nandor the Relentless #Kayvan Novak #Nandor the Relentless would involve #Nandor the Relentless x reader #Bellona's stuff

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exhosong948 · 3 months

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Some “Bleeding Rose” Universe Headcanon that for some reason I wanna voice right now….

Character headcanon and tidbits for my story:

Serial Designation - J

As I’ve mentioned before, she fell in love with V back in the manor when it was just the two

After N came around and caught V’s attention, J’s resentment of him developed, this being the reason she’s so hard on him most of the time

Awhile ago, Tessa asked her if she wanted to be recalled for Mentoring other Disassembly Rookies, but because of her lack of patience even in “parental mode”, that idea was thrown out

A little idea that may or may not be kept: J might not have been switched out of parental mode…

J was one of Tessa’s first to be saved, the scenario was she accidentally disrespected Tessa’s father and toddler Tessa visited her while chained up outside, beginning their bond

I do boat with the headcanon that J likes plushies

J is an absolute mess when V flirts with her, while trying to assert her authority, she just kinda stands there😂

Being that J’s the oldest, she was made squad leader, and later the Flock Alpha (Doggyverse stuff) Only answering to Tessa as her higher up and is incredibly loyal to her, which may or may not cause some problems, hhhhhhmmmmmmm-

Serial Designation - V

During their time in the manor, she did in fact have…some feeling towards J, but after spending more and more time with N, when she learned she what love was, $hit hit the fan(Thanks Cyn😒)

Originally, she used her Boss’s “affection” for her own benefits, later actually falling for her

The two were always seen together as unlike poor N, they had each other to combat loneliness

V had also had experience with mentoring rookies, quickly being pulled from the program for her disobedience and violent tendencies

Being that she can be pretty reckless, she’s always a bit embarrassed when J fusses over her, that (for now) being J’s only leverage over V

V is very weary of Tessa and her intentions, doesn’t fully trust her but still respect and registers her authority

V is the menace of society, B being called her spawn😂😈

Serial Designation - N

N is pretty good at finding things and scavenging, that’s basically the girls only use for him, sending him off to gather supplies

He also likes drawing, as seen in canon, collecting shiny things, and he’ll go nuts over them (All DD’s have a thing for shiny stuff, just J and V repress it significantly better then N)

He’ll gift shiny objects and drawings to Uzi on a regular( A sign of affection)

He’s definitely a bit more weary with his family around Tessa, not as much as V but still

Is basically the Manny of the flock

Once the kids are around(hint hint nudge nudge), he normally doesn’t go psycho unless to protect them

Like the girls, at some point he was used as a mentor and switched into parental mode, was actively never switched out, explaining his feelings and behavior towards B

B also kinda reminds him of Cyn

Miscellaneous Stuff

Uzi is only ever called to babysit if N isn’t available, J doesn’t trust her as far as she could throw her, which we learn is pretty far)

B tends to remind Tessa of Cyn, so she scares her a bit, especially with her V’s inherent aggression and certain events that happen (again, hint hint nudge nudge 🤐)

Thad and Lizzy are slated to be married(marked for angst, you’ll see and so God help me if they are in fact canonical related, Please forgive me🤢)

Don't worry, Dizzy is in fact and will be made canon in this series, just not for a while in universe….

Doll can’t see herself as part of the colony anymore in the future, ends up self exiling and wanders around

Uzi could care less for “J’s brat” but still is willing to take care of her and keep her safe

Khan gets better as a parental unit, just never with Uzi

Tessa knows B and V have some trust issues with her, but being that she still deeply cares for them and they respect her (to her face) she lets it slide

Disassembly Drones are slated to “Migrate” for newer territories and to later let the land heal

Being that SD-B can’t fly, she’s a fast runner and high jumper, which later becomes her fighting style

And for now I think that’s everything, definitely will be updated after bleeding rose ends but for now, goodbye

#murder drones #Headcanons #for my Bleeding Rose Fanfic universe #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #murder drones j #murder drones v #murder drones thad #murder drones lizzy #murder drones doll #tessa james elliot #many other murder drone character headcanons that I may be forgetting #doggyverse #oilrose #dizzy #nuzi #original character #my god #thats a lot of tags

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velathetanager · 1 year

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Ghost!Hoxton AU, a Peaceful Conversation

I imagine a peaceful talk (well, peaceful in that Houston doesn’t attack Hoxton for imprisoning him and Hoxton doesn’t attack Houston for being his replacement) takes place between Prison Nightmare sessions.

Houston is just floating in the city Hoxton made, alight with a purple glow. He does have his spear, but it’s on his back instead of in his hands. And he fiddles with the green chains around him idly. He already knows they won’t come off, but they won’t fry his hand if he touches them, so why not? Hoxton appears next to him, and when Houston immediately grabs the spear, ready to attack at even the slightest movement he doesn’t like, he responds with putting his hands up. “I’m not here to fight you. Not now.” Houston tenses up. Kay, the spectre he created unintentionally that serves as his companion and his voice since Hoxton stripped him of it in a triumphant rage when they met, manifests behind him and replies. “Given why I’m here at all, you’ll forgive me for not believing you. Or maybe not; you didn’t forgive me for something that I didn’t do, after all.” “Believe what you want, but wouldn’t it be nice to rest and not have to face down God for a few hours? Before you decide to do it to save Dallas?” Houston sneers. “You’re not God. You’re a dead guy with more power than he deserves and too much time on his hands.” “And a good reason to use it. Did Dallas ever tell you about me, Lover Boy? How we met? How we parted?” Houston frowns. “Not a word.” “Alright. Let me enlighten you.” Hoxton summons a mirror in front of the two, and as he speaks, the mirror seems to draw what he says. “We met when we were both getting started. Well, for him, getting started doing solo stuff.” “After I sheltered him from the mob, I presume,” comes the reply, and the sky darkening indicates that it’s a rough memory for him. “You did what?” “Long story. Anyway, continue.” “...right. Anyway, we met Wolf and Chains not long after, and the four of us started wreaking havoc. Doing heists, making a name for ourselves, the works. Such a name that the feds wanted us gone. Specifically, they wanted Dallas gone since he was the leader. But they...” He scowls, and his eyes glow that same sickly green Houston hates. “They settled for me. Fucking settled. The others left me behind, and the feds locked me up in jail to satisfy the public.” Houston winces. “Ouch. That sucks.” Hoxton smiles, and it twists his face into something horrific. “I got the rat who set me up. Ripped out his tongue and locked him up. I trust you saw him before you wandered off?” The escape has been a sore spot for Houston since it took place, and any feelings that aren’t hostile vanish once Hoxton throws it in his face. “Wandered off? You mean, broke out of that hellhole and you decided to throw a tantrum and disfigure my face with boiling water?” Houston glares, floating in front of his captor. “You know damn well I didn’t deserve that.” The smile widens, and Hoxton gestures to the half of his prisoner’s face this was done to. “You wanted to be Hoxton, didn’t you? This comes with the territory. You can even go out the way I did too, once Dallas fails. One swift kick to the head.” Houston hesitates, calming back down. “Roscoe, right?” “Yep. He was the first one I put down once I figured out how to get out of here.” “I can respect that. I’d probably have done the same thing. In both cases.” “But you’re still gonna try to stop me from this, aren’t you?” Houston sighs. “Natha- Dallas is my brother. I have to protect him.” A scoff. “You sentimental idiot. And the others?” “If I can, I will. But that reminds me. Why are you so creepy with Wolf? Did you two have a history?” Hoxton tenses. “...this conversation is over. I’ll see you tonight.” He’s gone before Houston can protest, and the heister sighs before resuming his watch over the city. Kay puts her hands on his shoulders and just stays like that, trying to calm the negative emotions that manifest in his body as a quickly beating heart.

#ghost hoxton au #payday 2 houston #payday 2 hoxton #houston stays going through it in my aus #PAYDAY 2 #Payday 2 AU #payday 2 dallas #payday 2 wolf #wolfhox #at least it's hinted at

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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Muzzled Cade :(

Part of it is going under the cut bc it got too long fjhgsdkj CW: werewolf whump, muzzle whump, burns

Every now and then during a scouting mission one of the team golden members would make a wrong turn. Usually it was never anything bad and it was fixable.

This was one of the rare exceptions. They were looking for a runaway experiment werewolf so Cade was sent out in his werewolf form to track it down as they had learned it seemed more trusting of other werewolves.

The issue? It was right outside of werewolf hunter territory, that's part of the reason it was an urgent mission as well.

Cade had unknowingly made a wrong turn into the territory and was searching around in his werewolf form.

The last thing he could recall was sharp sudden pains and turning to see 5 tranquilizers sticking out of him. Not fully realizing what happened he managed to say "Well that's not good." Before promptly falling over and succumbing to the effects.

Now here he was groggily waking up with something burning against his face, snout, and his wrists.

Instinctively he tries to pull his hands away, resulting in them being stopped with the sound of something metal clanging together. He couldn't even bring his hands high enough to reach his face to try to get off whatever was on it.

"Woah there big boy!" An unfamiliar voice calls out. "I know it's unpleasant but it's protocol."

Cade looks towards where the voice is coming from and saw it was coming from a person standing behind bars.

That can't be right.

He blinks a few times as he was still waking up and realizes that he was the one behind bars.

That realization was enough to fully wake him up, thus making him even more aware of just how bad the burning was. The smell was almost immediately recognizable.

Silver.

He managed to not panic, he knew from his past and current jobs that panic in situations like this was never good nor helpful. The person on the other side of the bars didn't seem to want to hurt him right now but he could see the tranquilizer gun that hung on their belt that was probably for extra security.

He whines, unable to open his mouth due to the ill fitting muzzle.

"I know, I know. I'm not going to hurt you but I can't that those off either." The person's wording was specific. Would others try to hurt him or was it a way of saying the only way he'll be hurt is a result of the silver?

"Do you have a name?" The person asks

Cade nods. "If I can get you some pen and paper will you write it down and also write down anyone we can get into contact with regarding you?"

Another nod.

"Good. Before I go, let me catch you up as to what happened. You're currently being held by Werewolf hunting group Tau 47 after you were found wandering around in our territory in your current form."

Tau 47... Cade wasn't sure if this was one of the legally operating groups. He knew it wasn't the one that the escaped werewolf he was looking for escaped from.

"So that's where you are and why you're here. I'm going to get you some pen and paper so you can write down the info I need from you. If we can contact someone regarding you we will hand you back over to them. In the mean time, good luck with my coworkers." the person finished before leaving to go get the pen and paper.

That answers his question. It's a partially legal group.

For now all he could do was wait and grit his teeth to try to distract himself from the silver burning into his face and wrists, preventing him from shifting back into his human form.

#owe answers #anonymous #prompted writing tag #my writing #owe writing #whump #whump tag #whump writing #werewolf whump #Cade tag #If anyone wants to bully Cade while he waits to reunite with his team; feel free!#There's only 2 rules for the hunters in this group when it comes to claimed werewolves (such as cade):#Don't kill the claimed werewolf. Don't maim the claimed werewolf. Feel free to use the potions that help with healing on the werewolf.#Said potions can regrow small things like teeth. ears. fingers. etc but can't regrow full limbs :3 #muzzle whump #werewolf hunter tag #canon whump

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alixgracchus · 1 year

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I posted 7,007 times in 2022

That's 5,021 more posts than 2021!

599 posts created (9%)

6,408 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@superbattrash

@forevercloudnine

@nightmareinfloral

@guzhuangheaven

@garnetrena

I tagged 7,001 of my posts in 2022

#dcu - 3,936 posts

#personal - 738 posts

#je hurle - 410 posts

#deathstroke inc - 375 posts

#misc - 320 posts

#art - 264 posts

#batman: the animated series - 217 posts

#fave dcu - 176 posts

#res publica - 134 posts

#the terror - 125 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and like....for some of my faves i do have a lot of opinions™ on the quality of writing in the 2000s but jesus christ. did you have to sink

My Top Posts in 2022:

Just want to tell you that I really love your hc you leave in different peoples inboxes (even when they are angsty af) ❤️ if you have more ideas - please share!

oh! 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much!!!!! 🥺

Ok so how about some mer!bruce? most of the ideas are courtesy of @ivebeenghosting but they were kind enough to share them with me!

• Alfred is human and found Bruce clinging to his dead merparents on a beach. They were killed by poachers who were after their scales (very sought after in jewelry and cosmetics). He raised him and kept him safe and hidden and is basically the granpa of Bruce's brood.

• It all came crashing down when this guy who moved in the village only a few years ago came into town with his truck full of Bruce's merbabies, buying ALL the ice cream stocks of the local supermarket and going to the vet with a bloodied Dick (he got injured by yet another of Bruce's potential mate). Alfred is less than pleased.

• I personally would find it hysterical if Alfred can understand merlanguage perfectly (which consists of chirps, shrill sounds and screams) and the mers seem to understand him perfectly despite the fact he only speaks English. This is never addressed by anyone nor by the story.

• Lex and Clark are exes and have a son together (Connor). They worked together, Clark was a marine biologist but Lex got greedy and started his own lucrative but deeply unethical sea park thanks to Clark's research. The divorce got messy. Clark was ruined and disgraced as an academic while Lex got Connor's custody and won't let him see him.

• The merbabies refer to ice cream as the "yummy cream" in their merlanguage.

• Connor comes across a tiktok of a local showing a blurry pic of a guy with a truck full of things that looks like kids and Connor goes "wait....DAD?!" and proceeds to run away from home to go to the town and try and find out where his dad lives.

• He accidentally wanders into the cavern creek near Clark's house where Bruce and his brood now live. Connor finds himself face to face with a whole gang of mers, which is not good since he knows mermaids are extremely dangerous and territorial, especially when they are raising youngsters. Bruce is hissing, claws and sharp teeth out before he starts sniffing and....wait.....smell familiar.....smell like.....Clark????????

• Clark comes as he usually does to check on the mers and feed them his fattest catches to find his estranged son being half-drowned and licked by Bruce and his babies.

• Connor later asks him if Bruce is his new stepdad. Clark almost dies choking on his coffee. Alfred sternly denies. Bruce is bringing fish to Clark like he's his mate.

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Batman/Superman (2013) or the gift that keeps on giving

Bruce being his usual grumpy self and Clark!!! being worried for him!!!! (but Bruce still lets him take Clayface to Arkham because he trusts him BUT ANYWAY)

then they meet at the cave and Alfred gave Bruce's bf some tea because this boy will be THIRSTY when he'll see those abs (ALSO OH MY FUCKING GOD BRUCE WHY ARE YOU STITCHING YOURSELF UP JUST LET CLARK CAUTERIZE THE WOUND)

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Superman will live much longer than humans, right? Well, what if he eventually becomes a recluse in his fortress of solitude. Everyone he has ever cared about is gone now. Especially someone he loved.

Bruce.

He couldn't bear to lose him. Centuries later thinking about his death still hurts like it happened yesterday. So Clark had an AI built. He used footage and voice samples of Bruce. And there he was now, with his eternal frown, his blue eyes looking at him. He manages the Fortress. Sometimes...Sometimes Clark is painfully reminded that this Bruce is not his Bruce, that he is nothing more than a hologram and unfeeling lines of code. Sometimes he reaches out to touch his face, and his hand goes through because Bruce has been gone for centuries and this one is just a hologram, a memory of a distant past now reduced to dust. Clark keeps preciously all the footage he gathered of Bruce, you know. Sometimes....sometimes he just wants to hear his voice. To see him like he was there. Clark wished he could be with him. He has a lot of objects that were owned by Bruce too. He even recreated the Batcave down to the very last detail. He kept all of Bruce's batsuits. Clark even preserved the portrait of Bruce's parents because he knew it was important for him. He takes care of it. He also takes care of Bruce and his parents' graves, because he knows Bruce wouldn't want their graves to disappear. Every year on Bruce's death anniversary he comes put flowers on his grave. It's the only day in the year that he comes out of the fortress nowadays.

What if Clark has to save the world again, but....he doesn't want to. What's the use? The man he loves died a long time ago. And then there is Owlman. And this young man, this wannabe hero, reminds him so much of Bruce. Of his compassion, his need for justice, his stubborness. He peeked under the cowl and his eyes are as blue as the sky. Just slighter darker than Bruce's. It's painful. It is like Bruce's ghost has come back to haunt him.

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god i hate as much i love this dynamic of theirs 😭

460 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

please enjoy clark dragging bruce to his parents' for christmas

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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