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MOVED TO @herrage

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MOVED TO @herrage

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MOVED TO @herrage

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thinking about bringing my oc to Tumblr. also scared as shit to bring my oc to Tumblr,

[batsign]

"  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “  😂

"... hm. smash out of curiosity. i feel as if i've missed something."

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  🔫

"smash. then smash again. and then smash once more."

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     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

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send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope.

tw:  dark  themes  present  ( blood,  death  etc )

“  my  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  person  receiving  the  meme.  “  your  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  the  person  sending  the  meme.

🛏️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  share  one  bed.

💍  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  enemies  forced  to  marry.

⚔️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fighting  and  my  muse  admits  their  feelings  for  yours.  (  add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings )

😴  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine )

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. )

🥂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  drunkenly  confesses  their  true  feelings  about  your  muse  to  them.

💭  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  chooses  to  give  up  their  memories  of  your  muse  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  give  up  their  memories  to  save  mine )

🥊  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  pins  yours  whilst  sparring.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  pin  mine )

🛡️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  protects  yours  from  a  fight.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  protect  mine. )

🩸  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  injured  and  yours  demands  to  know  who  hurt  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  injured )

💋  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  kiss  to  maintain  their  cover.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fake  dating.

🤐  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  pretend  they’re  not  dating.

🤯  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  recognises  yours  from  a  past  life,  but  your  muse  does  not  remember  them.

☠️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  admits  their  true  feelings  for  your  muse  after  believing  they’re  about  to  die,  but  they  survive.  (  add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings  to  mine )

🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse.  ( add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  kill  to  protect  mine )

💔  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  breaks  your  muse’s  heart  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  break  my  muse’s  heart )

🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

💰  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  has  to  seduce  yours  for  information.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  try  to  seduce  mine )

✋   -  a  starter  where  my  muse  traces  your  muse’s  scars.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  trace  my  muse’s  scars )

🫂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  runs  to  embrace  yours  after  winning  a  battle.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  embrace  mine )

👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress ]  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  get  ready )

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"That is one of the things princesses do." He manages to remark slyly before Diana cuts him off with her lips. And for a few moments, he's consumed by a blinding passion, hunger anew reaching out and grasping him within its fiery grip. Hands traverse the other woman's body until they successfully bring the shirt over long, brown hair and flick it somewhere nearby on the mat.

"I did miss you," his baritone voice murmurs in a husk, teeth briefly biting into her bottom lip and dragging it. His breath, warm against her skin, trails lower, down her neck, her collarbone, nosing while his hips roll enchantingly into Diana's for some sweet friction

Fingertips tickle teasingly under her shirt. Goosebumps pebble to the surface of her skin. Electricity flowing through her nerves in gentle hums. A touch she's missed for far too long. Heat pooling between her thighs, patiently stirring and growing as Bruce reacquainted her body with his touch.

"That is one of the things princess do." Brown eyes stuck on his lips. His breath intoxicating even after a full day. She tilts her head. Neck leaning forward to chase after his lips. "Would you prefer I command you, my Knight?"

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Diana's voice, darkening rapidly like winter's duck, is rife with an unspoken frequency of desire that only the two of them tune into. A delightful thrum of electricity courses through Bruce's veins in acknowledgement, the friction between their hips ever-so-taunting, so delicious. "Hm." He hums, pretending to think about it. His fingers crawl teasingly along the hem of her shirt, leave trails of fire up her abdomen, even moreso when he daringly palms her underneath her shirt. "Is that a request?" The dark-haired man questions innocently. "Maybe I won't," he lilts, barely an inch away from her lips, his eyes flickering luridly between her heavy gaze and her lips that are right there. The tension, the desire between them was nearly addictive. How could he resist drawing it out?

Inch by inch, Diana's muscles begin to relax. Her body easily resting against Bruce's. She can feel the subtle cracking of joints with each easing of her muscles. Her pleasure and appreciation made known in quiet hums trapped in her throat, vibrating against Bruce's increasingly demanding kisses.

Forced impossibly tighter against him, adjusting her legs around his waist, "Bruce," she exhales. "Just take my clothes off." Her tone is stuck between commanding and suggesting him to do so. Her body trapped so preciously tight against him to feel every bit of heat and want radiating from his body.

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“I know a challenge when I hear one, Amazon,” the Dark Knight laughs quietly. He continues perusing with his lips at his convenience, calloused hands running along the smooth skin just under the hem of her shirt. His teeth graze the junction of her neck and shoulder like searching for the juice of a pomegranate, sinking into the soft flesh tantalizingly to soothe with his tongue.

“Pictures are worth a thousand words, but actions are worth even more.” Bruce points out. A hand slides from Diana waist to the curve of her thigh, squeezing and pulling her against him purposefully, languidly, like he intended to crack her open and feast upon her, appreciate the taste and texture of their conjoined senses.

Arms easily slide around the curve of Diana’s waist to pull her in properly, the strength in his hands alone enough to keep her in place. They fit together like two missing puzzle pieces on the blue of the mat. It was hard to believe who they turned into in the dark of the night—a caped crusader and a warrior of truth.

“There are many things I love about you, indeed,” Bruce murmurs. His lips ghost over the angle of her jaw, the pulse point of her neck, hand possessively at the small of her back. “Too many to list off, of course.”

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Arms easily slide around the curve of Diana’s waist to pull her in properly, the strength in his hands alone enough to keep her in place. They fit together like two missing puzzle pieces on the blue of the mat. It was hard to believe who they turned into in the dark of the night—a caped crusader and a warrior of truth.

“There are many things I love about you, indeed,” Bruce murmurs. His lips ghost over the angle of her jaw, the pulse point of her neck, hand possessively at the small of her back. “Too many to list off, of course.”

Bruce leaned against his hand and braced himself to sit up slightly, raising the other to cup the side of Diana’s face. Warmth radiated between them, and he briefly thinks of how much he had missed her, how much her presence was radiant. He met her lips earnestly, like it was oxygen and he were a man in space, deprived.

Just to be in Diana’s arms was reprieve enough for the last few weeks of being away. Just this moment alone, this intimacy between them away from prying eyes and the chaos of Gotham. Bruce chuckled into the kiss, briefly pulling away simply to breathe in her scent. It made his head spin.

“And what if you were right?” He asks, laughing. “As if you’re ever wrong about matters of the heart.”

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Bruce leaned against his hand and braced himself to sit up slightly, raising the other to cup the side of Diana’s face. Warmth radiated between them, and he briefly thinks of how much he had missed her, how much her presence was radiant. He met her lips earnestly, like it was oxygen and he were a man in space, deprived.

Just to be in Diana’s arms was reprieve enough for the last few weeks of being away. Just this moment alone, this intimacy between them away from prying eyes and the chaos of Gotham. Bruce chuckled into the kiss, briefly pulling away simply to breathe in her scent. It made his head spin.

“And what if you were right?” He asks, laughing. “As if you’re ever wrong about matters of the heart.”

Aphrodite and Eros themselves would be proud of the influence that they had over Bruce through Diana's presence alone. Normally such a quiet, stoic and reserved man, he laid relaxed under her weight, unbothered by how she pinned him against the mat. No, he was the opposite of bothered, even lounging in the attention like a cat.

"I don't think I have the authority to deny you, princess," Bruce plays along coyly.

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Aphrodite and Eros themselves would be proud of the influence that they had over Bruce through Diana's presence alone. Normally such a quiet, stoic and reserved man, he laid relaxed under her weight, unbothered by how she pinned him against the mat. No, he was the opposite of bothered, even lounging in the attention like a cat.

"I don't think I have the authority to deny you, princess," Bruce plays along coyly.

Her body eases easily into Bruce's touch. Guard quickly falling with his touch over her skin. She could curse Aphrodite and the Moirai for putting herself in Bruce Wayne's path. A strange but equal match for her own stubbornness, curiosity, and desires.

Diana's lips tug into a slow, easy smirk. "And I am a princess as you so kindly noted," she says, "Perhaps I should just take my station that is above yours and have my way with you?"

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Bruce grins in return, openly taking in Diana's beauty while she lingers over the top of him. He can't help but reach up and loosely thread his fingers through the curtain of brown hair, allowing his fingers to graze the warmth of her cheek and the slope of her neck. "You know that I'm not used to having to ask for things, billionaire playboy and all," Bruce jests in return. "What was I supposed to say? Will you sit on me please?"

Eyes grow wide. Her own body shifts beneath her without her permission. She lands on top of Bruce's abdomen and begins to laugh. "I don't doubt you have." Women have to do what they can to compensate for the size difference men have against them.

Diana leans over top of him. Hands firm and flat on either side of his head. Brown hair cascading down in their wild, messy curls past her shoulders. She tilts her head looking down at him. "If you wanted me to sit on you, you could have just asked," she teases.

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The breath gets knocked out of Bruce the minute his back hits the mat, the entire world seemingly turning upside down while Diana flips him. A breathless chuckle leaves his lips--the other woman is standing over him by the time his eyes have oriented themselves. "I think I've see that one in the movies," he manages to joke, mind already analyzing the move that Diana showed him in ten different ways. Without thinking, he grabs her hand--and promptly yanks her downwards, a heel knocking the back of her knee to force her into a sitting position on top of him. "I think I have a pretty good idea of how it works," he smirks, dark gaze staring up at her from his position on the mat.

A tight grasp is put on Bruce's forearm. She uses both of her hands for leverage. Body squatting beneath him, she begins to jump under his weight multiple times. She continues until his body is moving freely with her movements. Diana uses that motion to shrink her body even more until he's flying over top of her and onto the other side. His back flat against the mat. She stands over him. A leg on each side of him in daring cockiness.

She holds a hand out to him. "A smaller woman would try to climb onto your shoulders to do a very similar thing," she says. "I can't quite demo that for you," she admits with a soft laugh.