#nari is writing

[authenticaussie]

Alright so I just finished Batman:TAS recently and started watching Superman:TAS and it delights me that the first episode is literally just: superman??? Who dat. This is aliens :)) (even if Brainiac does say "human error, Jor-el"). So obviously I do now have aus. Obviously <3 shout-out to @midnightluck for the Justice League, @cer-rata for Terry and @suzukiblu for Jordan + putting up with the initial ramble

So anyway Brianiac's satellite upload gets fucked up by Jor-el either in petty revenge or as an accident, and a part of Brainiac ends up on Clark's ship. The vague explanation I have is that Brainiac is the AI for everything and in TAS, Jor-el also does not realise he is "evil" and thus still uses his help as a navigator for Clark's ship while he is initially building it. The ship, however, is offline to prevent the Kryptoninan council from finding out about it, and thus, that section of Brainiac does not get taken back into the satellite upload.

As it is BARELY the 90's when the Kents find Clark after the crash, Brainiac is summarily useless thanks to the current lack of wifi, but manages to mostly teach himself English and Kal kryptonian, and decides that. >:( since they're BOTH there, they can BOTH be vestibules of kryptonian knowledge. And also Kal can get him more earth knowledge. The vibes entirely are: "Weird aspects of kryptonian culture taught by an unbodied dickhead historian" and while the argument is "but brainiac is evil!" Main brainiac is. But this is a subsection of Brainiac :) he learnt more stuff + Clark loves him soooo much.

Unfortunately. That is His baby now. He is not impressed with his baby. His baby bought him a growing chick the other day, with big sad eyes, and said the kryptonian word for fluffy!!! in such a mournful tone that Brainiac resigned himself to teaching kal about how growing up worked and that the chicken needed feathers to fly. This explanation ends with Clark collecting feathers and trying to jump off the barn roof, and he thus resolves to extend further co-parenting issues to the Kents. For his own personal convenience, of course.

It does of course ALSO mean that Brainiac, who has a loose definition of the words "surveillance state" absolutely gets in at the ground floor when the internet first starts up. Clark's influence relegates him to the background, but he is good at hiding ! So they don't realise they have an AI in the wifi! But ohhhh boy does brainiac scare a few people at first. Potentially tries to do his "i am helpful" schtick before realising he is not useful in this because he's basically just. Seems completely like a troll? He's some random person who's invaded the internet!!

However he is also the inspiration for google 😂 and calls it his younger, stupider sibling. It is also funny to me to think about earth compsci engineers having NO idea why sometimes the internet acts SO DAMN WEIRD <- brainiac's fault.

As a result though, when Clark starts up as Superman, Brainiac does NOT let the Kr project off the ground. Files are misdirected and blackmail is gathered. Until one day Kal says something sad about how he'll never be able to have a great romance, because he's terrified of telling anyone the alien thing, and that he's always thought about kids but he's kinda terrified because what if he hurts someone- and Brainiac is like ah yes wait. I shall fix this for my Only Kryptonian.

TWO kids for the price of one?!? he finds, after he goes searching, and then further prodding finds THIRTEEN children, extraordinary. Not all of them are viable because the earth scientists truly are incapable but Brainiac can fix the issues with their technology to ensure Kal has the children he wants.

"How many children did you think of, kal-el?" he asks, and Clark laughs at how kindly his friend/uncle/grandfather figure treats his silly selfishness.

"Oh, man, sometimes I think: as many as I can carry! But then- I don't want Superman to get in the way of being a good dad. Too many and I won't be there for them like I should, you know? I worry about that, I guess."

"As many as you can carry is a significant amount," Brainiac says dubiously, already imagining teaching these numerous children kryptonian culture and Also that they are Not chickens. "I do not think that can be fulfilled effectively."

Five minutes later Clark has five children and has realised his matchbox apartment and budding romance with Lois Lane are both complicated things he will now have to resolve. He's basically commuting daily to the Daily Planet from Smallville, thank god for superspeed and his endlessly patient parents, jfc

(Children I was thinking of: the destablised kon!clone from SB94/The Ravers, Kon, Match, Bizarro, and Mia. Alternatively they went old-school with Biz so Brainiac didn't get a chance to help him/he's older than the other kids when Clark finally mentions wanting kids, to Brainiac, and thus Biz ends up like. The kids' uncle. There ARE technically twelve clones before Kon. I could've given you thirteen-fifteen kids, Clark.)

Anyway this does mean that either a) when Lois finds out Kal is superman this is not his biggest secret, b) Kon rocks up as Superboy and Lois, once she finds out Clark is Superman, immediately goes: WAIT BUT SUPERBOY'S YOUR KID. ARE YOU MARRIED??? or c) everyone at the Daily Planet thinks Clark just. Got really unlucky with different people he slept with and someone in the world's wildest stroke of luck they all ended up pregnant. Because Clark Does Not mention a partner when it is eventually revealed he has kids.

He probably does keep them a secret for a while though. A) He doesn't want them to have to try and be "normal" since they're only just out of the pod and B) I feel like, weirdly, Clark is somehow that co-worker that people like. barely know anything about. You like them and they're so helpful! and good-natured! and then you get him in the office secret santa and realise you're not even 100% what his favourite colour is or if he has a pet.

Anyway, Lois: he is NOT expecting Lois to get pregnant and they have to have a Long talk about it because Brainiac is. :) Being an asshole about species compatibility and the fact that it is "not natural" for Kryptonians to be created biologically rather than properly, in a pod, and also: Clark already has five freaking kids. That's a lot of kids! Are they going to be okay having a brother that much (at least five-ten years I'm thinking, depending on if we go: Brainiac gives him multiple children of multiple ages, or multiple young children of the same age,) younger than them??? And then there's Chris, too, who rocked up just after Clark and Lois started dating, and is still pretty high needs because he only mostly speaks Kryptonian (and is lowkey terrified of Brainiac, so Clark's main babysitter is out) (also please please imagine how freaking cute the subplot of "chris realises this brainiac is not the nightmare his stories told him about; watching his new siblings do things that Brainiac would have killed them for, terrified for them because he heard the stories of how long Brainiac bided his time--)

But this is also: how many kids can we give clark, the fic, and thus they have Jon, and then Jon exhibits so many kryptonian characteristics and Lois doesn't mean to but she's a little wine drunk and says, "i love them, you know, they're all perfect, Jon's perfect, I was just- I'm terrified for him. If we raise him right he's gonna be just like his dad…and you know what? I was wanting my own little Lane. Someone to follow my footsteps. I'm feeling a bit outnumbered here, haha!"

Brainiac: hm. I will amend this. (Makes and artificially grows human!Jordan so he displays more human genetic characteristics As Lois Wants)

Brainiac: I have created Jon-el's twin for you, Lane. You are welcome.

Lois: um what

Clark: honey no you can't talk about children with Brainiac he will make more

Lois: WHAT.

Lois: OUR CO-WORKERS KNOW I DIDN'T HAVE TWINS, KENT.

Clark: …. you're gonna have to be one of those weird "I didn't know I was still pregnant" stories…. 😂

Lois: 😭 Clark you know those are only funny when they are NOT HAPPENING TO ME

Clark: you didn't know you were pregnant….. literally

Lois must engage in the gaslighting of all of her coworkers <3 What do you mean you didn't realise she had twins she's shown you both of them? Of course they look the same they're babies. Of course she always had twins. She carried them. Did you carry her babies? Of course she would know. Isn't that right, Clark? …. isn't that right, Clark?

Clark: "Where else would she'a gotten a baby from, guys? An alien?"

Brainiac: hello i have delivered the child. Where is my thanks? It has still not been conveyed? I am doing the Literal Best as the Literal Best AI ever? Excuse me? You ignore Brainiac?

Brainiac: death for one thousand humans-!!!

Martha: 🥰 Brainiac I'm so proud of you for always making sure these kids are taken care of. Giving us Jordan! Oh, you marvellous robot

Brainiac: …. acceptable, Matriarch Kent

either that or Lois shoots herself in the foot and everyone thinks Clark is STILL the man with the world's worst luck and the strongest genetics ever:

"Lois, honey…how are Jon and Jordan so close in age? If they're not twins?"

"Uh- Jordan is adopted!"

Everyone: looks at Jordan, who is Jon's splitting image

Everyone: …..okay

Anyway because this AU is wildly cliche, very obviously the Bit of Brainiac that helped Clark grow up re-integrates with Brainiac prime during a Big Dramatic Battle where all of the Superfam are getting hurt, and manages to stop/halt Brainiac prime from hurting Clark and the Kryptokids at the cost of his existence.

Jordan gets to punch it in the circuits cause he's the only one not affected by kryptonite but still has the general invulnerability. (And then Jon and/or Kon and meeting the LoSH and they realise their grandfather Brainiac has very much been continued in Brainiac 5's code :3 for an open-ish happy ending of "hey good exists forever and always regardless of heritage")

GRANDPA LEARNS LOVE AND AFFECTION.

GRANDPA CHANGES FROM GENERAL SELF SERVICE AND SELFISHNESS AND REALISES HE LOVES KAL AND THE KENTS AND HE WILL PROTECT THEM

GRANDPA ALSO WANTS ACCESS TO THE INTERNET. There is a constant battle and it does work for a while because he is elected babysitter of the kryptokids and he is only a small part of Brainiac, five kids does stretch the circuits he developed from Clark's pod, but it's a constant cycle.

"Kal-el, son of house of el, I demand google, I have not finished investigating the 'man of Bats'. Why are there two variations of his name?"

"You mean Dark Knight?"

"THERE ARE THREE? KAL-EL, PROVIDE ME WITH THE WIFI IMMEDIATELY--"

Also when Brainiac finds out that Clark's birthday falls on a human holiday he. He tries. He tries to do pranks. Most of them are vaguely and accidentally evil (Chris cries when Brainiac takes over the internet for the day and makes every search engine answer questions wrong), but he tries. He knows Clark likes pranks! He is trying to participate! It's family bonding!!!

Braniac: It is your 33rd April fool's day.

Clark: Yep!

Braniac: I have finally decided to assist you with a prank.

Clark:...oh?

Braniac: Behold! (Small boy with dark hair, blue eyes and a square jaw walks in, dressed in a decent little suit.)

Clark: Braniac you CANNOT keep making...Wait. No. No you didn't--

Braniac: A prank to share with your closest friend!

Braniac: I have been calling him "Bruce" for my records, but you may want to pick something else for clarity.

Clark: 😦😳😬💀

(And thus we have Terry)

Also, while Clark is pretty secretive about his kids, when/if any of them go out with a Superfam name, and/or after he gets closer with the Justice League, there are little slip ups. He does really love his kids!!! And at the point where he's joined the JL he's been with Lois for a few years now and is used to mentioning them every now and then at the Daily Planet/trauma sure does bond you together :) and he trusts the core members of the JL pretty well. Someone makes fun of Bruce for his "hoard" of children and his "adoption problem" and Clark snorts and then chokes. Bruce has barely adopted Tim and/or has only just gotten Cass. Four? Please, Clark's almost at double digits.

Or Hal is talking about the fact that he doesn't know what to get his niece for her birthday; Clark asks how old she is, and goes "Seven? Oh, yeah. Go for Monster High, it's really big right now. The dolls are pretty cool."

"Lol why do you know so much about dolls, you have a secret collection-"

"What? No, my daughter likes them."

Hal:

Barry complains about how many birthdays he has to go to and Clark laughs. "Oh, tell me about it! Mia, Mark ((Match)), Chris and Mara all had birthday parties for their school friends in the same week - thank god for superspeed, right?"

Barry, who was talking about volunteering to visit kids' birthday parties at different orphanages in Central: Clark what are you talking about.

Also, Clark's an idiot and decides to introduce Brainiac's "prank" to Bruce on the watchtower because hey! It's neutral ground! And none of his kids can hear into space, thank fuck.

Clark: so....Bruce....you know how you were complaining about being an empty nester. Now that Damian's gone to college. Well. Hm. (pulls Terry from behind him) Surprise!

Bruce: .......You have a new child.

Clark: er. Well. sort of!

Terry, staring at Bruce like the autism creature: O_O

Bruce: .....I have a new child.

(also probably terry's backstory then includes some amanda waller induced kidnapping and potentially a bit of amnesia and adoption by another family but hey, he finds bruce again eventually!)

(also match does try and be the badboy of the family and does hang out with thad, when thad comes up to kill Bart, but. they both just. accidentally vaguely rehabilitate each other? They're not good, but they don't murder, at least. It's a low, low bar. When Clark tries to disappointed-face him, Match just says he's following in Grandpa Brainiac's footsteps and does Clark REALLY expect him to disregard a family legacy-- and you can give him some suicide squad angst or whatever, but the fam is still. there for him.)

(Mia and Kara get into a fist fight when they first meet; then they are best friends. Mia's not great at 'being Kryptonian', especially because she was one of the first attempts, and as per canon is technically a human who they tried to overwrite with Kryptonian DNA, and thus doesn't entirely understand Kara's connection to their 'home', but as a result she also ends up being Kara's confidant in it, because unlike Kal she does understand being taken away from your home and not being able to go back to it, and yet does not have...the same connection the way the other members of the Superfam do, and the disconnect allows Kara to actually talk about Kyrpton instead of mourn)

(Kon does try and grab the spotlight; Clark is trying to let him have freedom, after both Mia and Match went a bit....bitey at his attempts to keep them safe until they were older, but he's still the more naive of his siblings. Thankfully for Clark, he does get to introduce Kon to Robin, and while they don't hit it off, it is enough to mitigate the worst of the fallout of Rex's sleazy bs and Knockout's crimes ): When he joins YJ Clark is both proud of his heroism and a little scared that one of his kids is actually deciding to follow in his footsteps.)

(Mara is Kon's destabilised clone, from when he learns about paul westfield. We did not have enough girls in this family and thus part of their journey of self-identity was the fact that in a family of loud personalities they weren't great at speaking up; it takes a while for them to admit they want a new name and to use she/they pronouns, but by the time Jon and Jordan are five everyone's used to the change. Mara and Kon are closest, even though Kon and Mark/Match are technically sort-of twins; they clash waaay too much in temperament and personality. Kon was much better at playing protector to his little sibling, especially after they came out, and Mara shares "Supergirl" with Kara - she's only a backup member of the titans, though, and has the compassion and strength for heroism but sometimes too much empathy. Does a lot of relief work and peaceful outreach programs. They love a lot.)

(Chris?? no self sacrifice here!!! He has a bunch of fucking siblings with TTK, he is NOT going into that portal)

(There are two Nightwings; every now and then they debate who should switch to Flamebird, jokingly, and yet both of them have perfectly valid arguments - it's kryptonian! / I look good in blue! - and thus it never comes to fruition. When Mia and takes on Flamebird they give it up entirely; it helps that Chris ends up doing a lot of intergalactic work, so there isn't much confusion on earth with the call sign.)

When Jon is old enough to want to switch from Superboy he 100% puppydog eyes Chris into giving him the Nightwing handle so he can give it to Dami, and snags Flamebird from Mia. Dick decides he can live with that and is trying to take care of his own kid so is semi-retired (and can snag it back from Dami if he ever gets too bored).

For a bit there are def still two Flamebirds, but then Mia and Chris decide to team up for intergalactic stuff and to bully Mara into more fistfights, so then they're Trio and just go by Mar-El, Lor-Zod, and Mi-El. I know that is not how female names work on Krypron but I also think Lois Lane, who kept her name and also gave both Jon and Jordan her last name, hyphenated, heard of that shit and went "absolutely not". Either that or Mara decides to keep her Kryptonian name as Mar-El and Mia is Mia Kal-el, or copies her mom and is like naw Fuck This, especially considering her.....lack of general connection to Krypton? Could be fun for any :3 (Or maybe in space she just goes by Lane; time for her semi-mom to get recognition. Mara is already showcasing the house of El, Chris is rehabilitating the house of Zod, she's gonna kick butt for the house of Lois.)

....Though this does potentially mean i have accidentally called Match "Mat-el" and the Barbie jokes from that. Would be. Iconic.

Anyway that's the Grandpa Brainy au! Tune in next week when I force Cerata to watch Arthur and the Invisibles with me and start talking about bug-prince Kon-el and Lois' adventure to save her husband from a tiny evil overlord.

[nari-writes]

Blogging (and other dangerous activities likely to get you adopted by the Batman)

Inspired by Latchkey by goldkirk

Tim wakes up to Batman in his room.

It- well, it's not fair to say it's a surprise, but seeing the looming figure in his window does make his heart seize. Even after the time Tim's spent watching him with the Robins, it's still nerve-wracking to have Gotham's nightmare show up. Especially since Batman does little to dissuade the notion that he's here on genial business.

Maybe Bruce has figured out he knows and is going to silence him. Maybe this isn't actually Batman, but Man-bat, and Tim's about to be twelve-year-old bat jerky. Maybe-

His parents are home this week though, so if he really wanted he could probably scream and get himself some thinking time; but as he takes a breath to decide what to do, Batman puts a gloved hand over his mouth.

And, ugh. It smells kinda gross. Like leather and motorcycle fumes. Probably the right Batman, but also. Super gross? Why does he smell so bad? When did he last rinse his gloves?

“You've been blogging.” Batman says, which isn't a question but is a very unhelpful non-sequitur.

“Mmrnhm?” Tim says, largely unintelligible but not entirely intending words.

What the shit. Batman's only here because of the blog?

Also, unfair. He'd had to jump through so many hoops to spoof his IP and make his own VPN and switch which library he posted from, and Batman still found him? This sucks.

“Don't scream,” Batman says, and Tim nods. Batman pulls his hand away slowly, potentially having expected Tim to lie, but Tim's not stupid. Batman doesn't have to do this nicely, even if he is a kid, and Tim also knows that if he did scream, Batman would either a) be prepared and gag him again or b) vanish, and then Tim would be in trouble with his parents. Either option sucks, so he'd rather opt for the one that lets him keep taking in the details of Batman's suit. It's hard in the dark, but still way easier than through his camera.

“It could've been my parents,” Tim says, when it seems Batman's waiting for him to answer his earlier not-question. Batman hums, and Tim wiggles back so he's against the headboard. “Yeah, I figured you'd already researched their flight times. Have to try though, right?”

“The blog. Why?”

“It's-” he starts, because there's so many reasons and he doesn't actually know which one Batman wants. Or, actually, would like the least? Probably 'I wanted to see you in action' would land with the grace of a sleep-deprived Jason Todd, but 'I was lonely' may be worse. 'I didn't expect it to blow up?' may be okay, but in the end he hesitantly settles with: “I just think that- seeing you, being- human? Or, showing you have humanity- was important.”

“Did you ever think that I wouldn't want that?” Batman asks, and Tim shifts awkwardly.

“I mean. Yes? But also, the way people- talk about you and the Robins. It sucks.”

Batman's mouth looks very displeased.

“It just, it shows that you're human!”

“How do you know?” Batman asks, and he actually kinda sounds like Bruce Wayne now, like this is a joke he's used before, and Tim thinks through what he'd been about to say very quickly and shuts his mouth with a snap. Ow. Now his teeth hurt.

Batman, on the other hand, does something to his cowl that makes him look like he's very slowly raising his eyebrow. Is it weird to think he looks tense, looks more threatening now, even though he'd literally just been looming with the promise of violence? Tim swallows hard.

“I don't?” he offers, his voice breaking, and he literally doesn't think he's ever been more humiliated by puberty. “I mean, I don't! Know you're human, that is. You could definitely be an alien if you wanted. Or a spirit of revenge, or-” Tim flops backward on his bed and pulls his blanket over his head. “I shouldn't be so bad at this,” he mumbles, and doesn't think about he's definitely going to die because Batman's suspicious and Tim's an idiot when he's tired.

Batman is damningly silent, but when Tim finally, hesitantly, peeks his eyes out from the hem of his blanket, the Dark Knight is still standing in his room. Actually, he's half-hunched over Tim's desk, looking at the corkboard of Tim's photos and reminders. He reaches out, and Tim's heart thuds. “Oh, please don't!” he says instinctively when Batman grazes Tim's camera. Batman stops and tilts his head over his shoulder to look, and Tim swallows down the anxiety clogging his throat. “Please don't take my camera. I can get another one but I- that one was-”

“Stop taking photos of us.” Batman says, short and to the point.

“Stop posting them to the blog?” Tim offers, and this makes Batman turn around properly, looking at him head-on again. He's judging Tim, now, and Tim wonders what part of him will be found wanting. In Batman's eyes is Tim's wealth a precursor to change or stagnation? Does he think Tim should be doing more with his life? Or does he simply expect that this is a rich kid's hobby, no sentimentality involved? Bruce Wayne took his billions and made himself a hero and Tim knows he can't do the same, considering his parents are in charge of the Drake fortune, but there's probably a million other things he could be doing that don't involve stalking superheroes.

“You're a child,” Batman says slowly, and his voice has lost the harder overture that's affected his speech so far. “When Batman is out, it is late, and dark, and dangerous. You are a child and shouldn't be anywhere near-”

“I don't go close!” Tim protests, “I'm not stupid!”

“There are always people in Gotham. What does it matter if you're not in the area of the most danger when you're still in danger?”

“I'm not stupid,” Tim protests with a hiss that contains more vitriol than it really should, considering his conversation partner, but he can't help it. “If you never saw me how'd you think anyone else could?”

“How do you know I never saw you?” Batman asks, like a challenge, and Tim scoffs.

“Come on, you think I don't know that if you saw me out there, you'd have me thrown in the back of the Batmobile and at the closest precinct before I could blink? Jason almost-” Tim freezes, then quickly blurts, “-before he took your tires, and got adopted by Bruce Wayne, Jason tried to do the same thing whenever he saw me. I know what I look like, to people in Crime Alley.”

Shoot, shoot, shoot, this is actively a terrible lie; Batman only needs to ask Jason when he met Tim and the whole thing would be blown. And, also, name-dropping a specific kid, like Batman would remember who stole his tires? The connection is tenuous at best and damning at worst.

“You've been taking photographs of us since you were eight?” Batman asks, sounding horrified, and Tim winces internally. Please forgive me, Robin, he whispers in the back of his mind, and then says with all the glib disdain he can muster:

“Well, you let Robin go out when he was barely older than me. It's the same thing.”

He has never seen Batman do a full-body wince before. He's not entirely sure he could get Batman to do it again, and wonders if he should add it to his board of accomplishments. He’d have to encode it if he did, even if the board’s mostly for his own reference, but imagining it pinned up next to his photography awards is making him feel a bit hysterical. Then again, that could also be the fact that Batman is still in his room and Tim is lying.

“He was not eight-”

“I just think that unless the same orders get applied to him I think you're being a bit of a hypocrite. He’s actively in more danger than I am, considering he ends up in grabbing range of Rouges and I don’t.”

“I will be telling your parents,” Batman growls, and this time Tim smirks.

“Yeah? And how do you think that's going to go for you?” Tim can almost exactly imagine it: there's no way his parents will believe Batman, because it's crazy and they'd be freaking out over Batman in their house, and if he does it as Bruce Wayne it'd be a crazy coincidence for Tim Drake, known genius, to have access to. If Tim hadn't already solved their identities, that connection alone would probably tip him off.

Well, maybe Batman wouldn't think about the potential implications - academic strengths don't always translate to detective-solving skills, and it's just Batman's misfortune that in Tim's case it's a little bit the other way around. Detective skills that he's carefully and stubbornly honed have led him to a dogged dedication to his studies.

“Robin is a trained professional,” Batman says, and Tim volleys back with,

“Yeah and I'm not doing the same thing he is at all, so my standards can be different.”

“Tim Drake,” Batman says, this time actively growling his name, and Tim doesn’t know if he should cackle or wince. For one thing, he’s pretty sure Batman has lost this verbal volley, which is why he’s pulling out the doom and darkness voice.

On the other, this is the voice he uses on men triple Tim’s size and with twice the bravery (and crazy), and having the full force of it directed at him makes his stomach drop. He clutches his blankets, fabric pulled tight, and tries to pretend his hands aren’t shaking.

“The blog is being removed - do not start it again. I will not see you on Gotham’s streets again during my patrol.”

The lens of his mask are so narrow that the white is barely visible. He holds Tim’s gaze, like he’s imparting the orders, like he’s checking to see Tim’s fear will keep him obedient, and then nods slowly. The cape swishes behind him as he puts Tim’s camera back on the desk, and then he’s leaving. Leaving, and Tim’s secrets are safe and he is unharmed and undeterred.

“You won’t,” Tim whispers as Batman slips out his window and into the dark.

[pocket-dragon]

Fuck it, give her 3 kids!

[The mama k lore that exists solely in my maladaptive daydreams and occasionally my friends dms is vast and sometimes I make art about it]

[kawanari]

WALKING INTO YOUR EMBRACE , INSTEAD. PT . 3

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。a/n: I DIDN’T KNOW YGS WOULD LOVE THIS SM?? As a special treat i decided to make a part 3 for this .. i originally planned to end this at pt 2 lol but ygs are so sweet 😭🌷i’m expecting to end this around pt 4-5

⁀➷ pairing: blade x afab! reader ( a little bit of kafka ? )

⁀➷ synopsis: you break your promise about going to sleep early , and now Blade has a punishment in store for you..

⁀➷ warnings: rough sex ( this is Blade ) , dacryphilia , degrading , edging , deep-throating , basically just him being the meanest man in bed

⁀➷ psst , you can check out my dirtier works on @himenarii (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

IT’S SURPRISING HOW GOOD BLADE IS IN BED , how easily he made you plead for him within such a short span.

—despite the fact you and him had no romantic intimacy at all , you couldn’t help but feel aroused when his lean gloved fingers stroke your bare pussy under your pretty little panties , like he just knew where to hit to make you moan.

A surprised mewl escapes your lips when he scissors two fingers into your entrance without warning , hungrily wanting for your very core. You gasp and try to ease the sudden spike of pain , but he’s quick to respond to that , forcefully using his other hand to slide it into your clothes , pressing you against his fingers that hit your insides. Your eyes curve into lovely crescents at the sudden stimulation , strings of in incoherent sounds leaving your mouth.

His gloved hand soon presses you down so your pretty , glistening pussy is grinding against his evident bulge. You whimper at the rock-hard surface , imagining that gigantic thing inside you , fucking you senseless.

“ You fucking whore , you haven’t even earned it yet and you’re already trying to pleasure yourself. ” Blade taunts you , noticing you moving around to cause more stimulation. His words only make you feel more aroused , and you whine , feeling the building sensation between your legs. Combined with his fingers skillfully fingering your pussy , you throw your head back , a wave of pure pleasure scrambling your thoughts.

Just as you’re about to climax , however , he pulls out his fingers , sticky with your own cum , white strings connecting them lewdly.

“ B-blade , ” you sputter , breathing heavily , your eyes were filled with impatient desire. “ Why did you stop? ”

“ Oh , you don’t deserve to cum yet. ” he smirks cockily at you , letting his fingertips ghost around your upper thigh , leaving trails of sticky fluid. He then pulls the hand up and trails them on your lips , letting you taste yourself. You choke when he forcefully opens your mouth , sliding his index finger around your throat. Tears prick your eyes at the pain he inflicted on you , unable to talk other than your whimpering.

Blade’s eyes glittered in satisfaction watching you crumble under his control like a submissive little whore waiting to be fucked dumb. He removed his hand out of your mouth , and you sputter and choke. When you level your unsteady gaze back at him , he’s pulling off the gloves— biting the fabric and carelessly dropping them. Your eyes widen at his hands. They’re veiny , big , but with long , sleek fingers— the ones that fucked you.

He then easily pins you down , your ass facing up , ready to be fucked senseless- with the gloves he took off , he tied your hands back. You shudder , in both excitement and fear. You had no restraint now- completely helpless , and you would just have to take in whatever he was going to do with you. The sticky white substance trails between your fingers.

For Blade , the sight of it was so dirty- so lewd , sinful- your pretty little hands , that probably never graced a weapon before , tied behind like that. Oh , fuck— he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He pulls down the cloth that held back his length. It’s dripping of precum- you can’t see him in this position , but you feel your walls clench when some of his precum drips down your lower back.

You grip the sheets when Blade teased the tip of his cock against your entrance. Aeons , you could feel his girth even with the tip. It wasn’t going to fit in.

“ Mhn… Blade! ” you mewl , impatiently— his continuous teasing made you restless , with the lack of something filling your walls , you couldn’t help but feel needy.

“ Mmm? ” he hums in response.

“ P-put it in , ” you mumble , your face a deep blush.

“ And what if I don’t want to? ”

His scornful voice rings in your ear. You gasp out when his dick nudged your pussy deeper , opening it up a little bit.

“ Please , ” you beg , pretty moans mixed with your voice. “ I beg you. ”

“ Beg me to what? Be specific , I don’t know what you’re talking about. ”

You feel hot tears run down your puffy cheeks , unable to withstand the teasing on your pussy. “ Please put it inside of me! ” you lose all of your dignity at that moment , crying and practically on your knees for his dick to pound into you.

“ Put what? ” the devil is having his fun taunting you. He wants to see you completely break down.

“ Y-your dick, ” you sob the dirty words out of your mouth , hot tears starting to streak down your face. “ I want it to pound it into me , fuck me dumb so i can’t breathe , i want you , i want you to thrust into me so hard that i can’t walk— ”

“ You needy little slut… ” a dark chuckle rose from his throat , feeling his girth turn hard upon hearing all those things coming out of your mouth , with you crying and covered with some of his own cum.

With a sudden jerk , Blade thrusts in his whole length into your pussy , pounding into your walls and you let out a cry of ecstasy and pain. My lord , he was huge. You felt yourself clench around his sticky cock and let out a string of little mewls and whimpers , mixed with your sobs of pain. He was so big , it was starting to hurt.

Upon seeing you in such a state , he laughs.

“ I haven’t even put in my whole dick and you’re crying already? ”

“ I-it hurts , ” you start to gasp , tears wetting the mattress.

“ Then why is your pussy clinging onto me like it’s her last meal? ” he smirks when you couldn’t reply to that- feeling you instinctively clench onto him harder , Blade knows you’re turned on by his size.

With another pound , he was able to thrust in all of his length- your knees shake and you feel wet liquid leaking out of your hole— and you damn knew he hasn’t even started yet.

He started to thrust in and out of you , stretching your walls and you started seeing nothing but stars , every thrust hitting your cervix- fuck— how was this man so big? Every second , his cock only grew even more erect and hard- your moans mixed with his grunts of pleasure.

With a cruel thrust , you feel your pussy about to release— but just as you’re about to reach your climax , Blade pulls out , his cock dripping with cum , erect. You whine and feel sobs rising from your throat , and you turn to stare up at him , your lust-hazed eyes filled with tears.

“ I-I want to cum.. ” you cry. You were so close- so fucking close to that sweet bliss- and he denied it yet again.

He ignores you , and started to thrust into you again. Heat licks your insides and with every thrust , you cry and moan , his animalistic grunts matching the pace of his thrusts. Once again you near your climax- and you close your wet lashes shut , ready to release- but he pulls out last minute.

“ Please , ” you sob. Your orgasm is waiting to be done— but each time , Blade denies it , edging you to a state of insanity. You beg and continue to plead to him every time he did that , but all of that’s left unheard and you’re continuously denied , leaving you a restless , blushing mess.

“ You’re not cumming until I say so , ” he sneers. Now that you could see him , your eyes widen at the size of his dick. It’s so big- veiny , bulging , and erect , glistening with cum leaking at the tip.

Blade catches your stare at his cock and smirks.

“ You want my cock that badly? Open your mouth. ”

You obey immediately , parting your lips- hoping for an orgasm— and without warning , he plunges it into your throat. You gag and choke on the mere length of it. Tears prick your eyes but you obediently suck on it , his cream going down your throat , lewd noises emitting from your mouth as you suck him dry.

it’s not long before his dick is hard , and his breathy moans intensify. “ Fuck— ” he grunts , before releasing into you. You whimper at the feeling of his cream running down your throat.

He pulls out , leaving strings of your saliva connected to his length. His face is a deep red as he stares at you like a predator ready to devour his prey. Looking at you , staring up at him , remnants of his own cum on your lips , wetness pooling between your legs- oh , that just turns him on even more.

At this point , you had sold your soul to the devil.

“ Please let me cum , ” you kept sobbing under him. He had broken you to the state where your only desire was to cum- waiting for him to pound his cock into you and fulfill your desires.

Too bad for you , he wasn’t going to let you cum at all this night. The rest of the night was filled with your sobs and pleas and your lewd noises , and you knew by the end of the fuck-fest , the only thing you’d be thinking about now would be his dick.

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[ghosts-and-glory]

Every time I try and draw Bora (my stupid oc) I can’t get it out of my head that his ass looks like a (modern-ish) human Narinder.

I do think it’s incredibly fun when people say my oc looks like “insert character from something else” but I am an outlier. Don’t tell this to other artists who aren’t me.

[svt-nari]

the airport incident / part three

warnings: language (the word s*** is written once, panic attacks, stalkers, weird creepy man, not proofread! a/n: i’m so so so so so so sorry for not posting this sooner, i was trying to finish it as soon as possible and i’m really sorry if it’s not as good as you guys expected. also,,, this will have a continuation, not sure if a part four, but i’ll post other chapters about this whole situation.

part one | part two | part three

nari remembers the exact first time she heard that name. seventeen’s first comeback had just happened and they were holding a small fansign. they were still a small group, not much recognition but they were happy and living their dreams. the fourteen young adults/teens were ecstatic, people coming to meet them and get their autograph – it was just like how they saw on tv.

as fans passed by, one of them caught her attention because he was a bit older than the other people there – probably in his mid-thirties. what made him stand out the most too was how he skipped every single one of the boys just to meet nari.

he greeted her and she greeted back, laughing at his enthusiasm to see her. he apologized to all of the boys, claiming that she’s someone he likes a lot. everyone laughed at that moment, it was funny. though, they didn’t know that from there on he wouldn’t just be a harmless fan.

the second time they meet she was shopping with a friend – a private going, her personal life. many fans saw her because they were also shopping, taking pictures and asking for her autograph. but, nari knew he wasn’t there before they arrived. no. he arrived there with them. she thought it was just a coincidence when he entered the mall doors at the same time as her, bumping on her shoulder and apologizing, feigning surprise when he saw who she was.

nari knew it wasn’t just a normal fan behavior when he asked for her autograph and gave her a card with his number written on it, claiming that she could call him whenever she felt like it. something about him gave her chills. but she ignored it for her own sake, nodding along and trying to convince herself that it was normal for fans to give idols their number.

two years passed when the third huge issue happened, nari knew it wasn’t all just a coincidence. he was stepping foot in her family’s apartment building, moving to the floor bellow to the one where her family lived. she knew that he was aware of what he was doing, he made sure to wave at her and tell her that he was moving there. claiming that he didn’t know her family lived there.

but she knew it was all a big, fat lie.

she was scared and she told her company, getting a huge “we can’t do anything without proof!” as a response – as if the fact that he moved to her parents’ building wasn’t proof enough. they told her it was just her mind playing tricks on her since it was a public building, that he could have just rented it. but she knew it was far from the truth.

he had been following her, she knew because she took the time to memorize his plate just in case something ever happened to her. nari’s safety was in game, she didn’t want to end up hurt because of this guy. she knew he followed her to her family’s home because of his car plate. that made her even more terrified of him.

she had to beg her parents to move, took the time to find a new place for them just to get them to be safe and away from that maniac. though, she wasn’t expecting his reaction to that.

a few days after her parents moved to their new place, nari received a letter on her own building - her members’ home, the dorms. it didn’t have any name nor address written, meaning it was delivered by someone and not the post office. the moment she touched it, nari could feel her whole body shiver. as she opened the letter, her heart pounded in her chest with each word she read to herself.

“hi, hwang nari.

it’s me, your hajunie. i miss you so much, don’t you miss me too? well, i hope you do, because i’m planning on seeing you as soon as possible. i know your schedules are full because of all the comeback preparations, it’s hard being talented, right? well, you sure do know since you’re amazing.

i’m sorry i took so long to reach out, but i was organizing how i could do it all without messing up or having someone else mess it all up. i’ve been keeping track of you though. i memorized your schedules and made sure to be there whenever i could - even if i didn’t make myself known. i’m sorry for letting you down.

though, you also did something to make me upset. i mean, how could you move your family away from me? i just want to get closer to you, meet your - our - family. your actions really hurt me, hwang nari. can’t you see that i just want to see you happy and healthy? that i do everything for you? that we are made for each other? well, if you don’t, i’ll remind you :)

tell jaebeom-ssi to be careful. i have never approved nor appreciated your relationship with anyone. have i not made myself clear when i asked you to never see anyone? i wasn’t kidding, nari. you don’t want your career ruined by this little scandal, right?

i hope you can wait for me, just a few more weeks and then i will see you and hold you. wait for me, darling. i’ll show you that we were made for each other.

much love, your hajunie <3”

she could feel her throat closing, her heart pounded and she reread everything over and over. her mind going miles per second. the thoughts never ending, questions unanswered roaming around her mind. how did he know her address when she’s never seen him around the dorms? how did he know she was dating jaebeom when they were never in public together? what did he mean by seeing her and holding her? wait a few weeks? it all made the young woman’s head spin.

nari gripped the stairs railing as hard as she could, her breath shortening as scenarios ran through her head. she could feel herself slowly slipping into a anxiety attack, her mind not being able to process it all as she looked around. she felt watched, as if some type of paranoia - but she knew it wasn’t just her seeing things.

the first rational thought that came to her mind was calling one of the boys, so she quickly took her phone out of her pocket and dialed junhui’s phone. it took him a few seconds to answer but, the moment he did, jun was already out of the door and towards the buildings ground-floor.

the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt his own heart tighten upon seeing his sister’s state. she had her breathing uneven, tears streaming down as she sat with her face on her knees.

“nabi-ah…”, he sighed worriedly. “oh my god, what happened? are you okay?”

jun sat down next to her, bringing the upset girl to a hug. her sobs instantly got louder, her face buried on the taller one’s chest. her hands gripped his shirt, trying to grasp her breath. he didn’t know what to do, so he just sat there and rubbed her back, whispering reassuring words to the upset girl.

“what?”, she said out loud. the whole venue quieted down, the surprised gasps being the only thing to be heard in the moment. “repeat it.”

“noon-,” mingyu started, being abruptly cut off by the girl.

“no. i said. repeat. it.”, she huffed.

“his name is kim hajun… i saw it on twitter if i’m not mistaken it’s his name.” the taller sighed, his head hanging low.

she knew he wasn’t mistaken. she knows him and now that it got to this point, she’s sure she should’ve told them earlier. if she had just told them about it all, it wouldn’t be like this.

“i know him.”, the boys looked at her with furrowed brows, her manager quickly sighing and bowing his head upon her words. “i know i should have told you about this sooner – a lot sooner – it was just,” she sighed. “i didn’t know how to bring this up.”

“we have had some sasaengs before, i know it’s not an excuse, but i didn’t think it would come to this. the most he did was send a letter to m-“

“wait,” jun exasperated. “so that letter you were crying about all those years back…”

“yeah…” nari sighed. “it was from him.”

she came closer to the boys, having cheol bring a chair so she could sit down amongst the boys.

“he also gave me a letter yesterday…”, she fidgeted with her fingers, focusing on something else than the thirteen boys around her. “i didn’t want to talk about it, but i feel like ot got out of hand and-“

“you feel like it got out of hand!?”, s.coups scoffed. “he touched you and he’s been stalking you. it got out of hand a long time ago!” he exasperated.

“i know, i know!”, she stood up. “but do you think i wanted it to get to this point? he threatened me! he threatened to hurt you all, to hurt my parents!”

everyone’s eyes widened upon hearing her words. she have never said anything about this to anyone, she never even showcased any different emotion. she was so lowkey about it that they never even suspected anything.

“what do you mean by it?”, chan looked at her with a frightened expression. he was clearly worried and distressed by this, which made nari feel even worse about the whole situation.

“the letter jun mentioned, all the way back in 2017…”, nari sat back down. “he had moved to my parents’ building because he discovered where they lived, then i asked them to move once again and he didn’t like it one bit.”, she adjusted her glasses, biting down on her lip as she remembered that in her head. “i was with jaebeom at that time and he somehow knew it, so he sent me a letter threatening to expose us and saying t-that he didn’t l-like-“, her breathing got uneven, her chest tightening as the memories came back.

instantly cheol hugged her, seungkwan getting up to bring her some water and dino going to her side to hold her hand. they knew she was having panic attacks more frequently, so they wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be as bad as the last one.

“it’s okay, we can talk about the other letter some other time. your confirmation was enough for us to take matters, okay?”, jeonghan whispered, petting her head reassuringly.

“yeah, don’t worry about it now. they’ll work with what you told us. when you’re ready you can tell us everything, okay?”, shua smiled at her. “your safety and wellbeing is our number one priority.”

the one thing nari was sure of, is that; if they knew that the company already knew about it and did nothing to change it all, shit would hit the fan. for now, she just wanted to avoid it as much as she could to not make things even worse.

all rights reserved © svt-nari, 2023

[naryrising]

Lots of people give shoutouts to their commenters, to the folks who bookmark and kudos their works, to their betas and so on. Today I want to thank the people who subscribed to me as an author, and who stay subscribed no matter what I post. You're the real MVPs here.

As an author it would be discouraging if it weren't so hilariously predictable: I post a work (any work at all) -> I lose a subscriber (or two, or three...). I get it, I really do. They probably subscribed to me for a specific thing (a fandom, a pairing, a type of fic) and they just got something that wasn't that. Maybe they had forgotten I existed until that subscription email showed up and they were like, "oh, this asshole," I don't know. I just know that it's extremely funny to me, in a "you have to laugh so you don't cry" way.

I know I jump around a lot and don't consistently write in the same fandoms, or the same genres, so probably that discourages people from staying subscribed. I'm not doing this to be marketable - I could probably tailor my output for maximum audience appeal but I wouldn't be having fun anymore. Still, knowing that there are X number of people who have agreed to get an email any time I post something is a big encouragement for me, and it's kind of a bummer when number go down.

So here's to the subscribers who take a look at whatever bullshit I just threw into their inbox and say "enh, this one isn't for me, but maybe their next one will be!" and stay subscribed anyway. I hope I'll write something you enjoy in the future! I love you!

[kedicatt-cotl]

first time meeting his kits after over 15 years... he expected them to be as tall as usual, but they ended up not even as tall as himself, revived with the bodies they had before having been gifted to the one who waits. they remember who they were, yet their bodies are just about 6 years old

[himenarii]

PLEASURE ME TILL I CAN’T WALK , ‘KAY ?♡

 ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ pairing: svarog x milf!afab reader

❥ synopsis: you‘re so frustrated these days because your husband could never make you feel pleasure during sex. being clara’s caretaker , you go to svarog’s base to do your daily job , but a dirty thought comes to mind…

❥ warnings: smut. nsfw themes , cheating(?) , overstimulating , usage of sex toys

❥ make sure to check out my main , @kawanari

YOUR HUSBAND NEVER MADE YOU SATISFIED.

No matter how hard he tried , it didn’t make up for his lack of size. Not only that , but he didn’t see the point in sex. Only when you’ve begged him to fuck you did he ever make out with you- but those sessions were always short , because he was a busy man.

Of course , you were a busy woman as well. You worked as a caretaker of a sweet little girl named Clara who you wouldn’t mind at all if she was your daughter. You spent most of the day in the base she resided in , where her other caretaker , apparently called Svarog , was in.

Because the two of you often met with you going to the base for your job , you have grown relatively close buddies with him. He was a robot , of course- but he was capable of making smooth conversation. He was also rather respectful and polite , which easily earned your trust.

But today , you came to work frustrated. The area between your thighs ached and longed for pleasure and stimulation- but it didn’t get what it wanted last night. You were pent up , restless , and hornier than before.

So when you arrived at Svarog’s base to get to work , your face was a bright pink blush.

He had come to greet you. You smile and greet him back , but your odd expression doesn’t go unnoticed. Svarog scans your face briefly , and the scan results are reported.

“ Scan complete. Expression of sexual arousal , distress , and libido. ”

Your face heated up and you quickly glance around , afraid Clara was around to witness this , but thankfully she didn’t seem to be nearby.

“ Do you require assistance? Clara is approximately 106.7 meters away. Risk level is low. ”

And here you were , undressing yourself in front of the giant robot , his red sensor painting the room red. It was a mechanical parts room , filled with dozens of gadgets and parts littered around.

Because he calculates that your tight hole isn’t big enough yet to take him on , he first stimulates you using a sleek iron rod that seems like a robot’s sensor.

It caught you off guard when it vibrated inside your pussy , wetness filling the brim and you moan out of the pleasure you needed so much.

Svarog is calculating and cold. He changes the toys that pleasure you into bigger and bigger parts- first a sensor , next an iron orb , then a robot’s arm.

During the third stage of the toys being put into your aching pussy , you were practically a moaning mess. He was so calculating that he just knew where to hit to make you cum all over yourself. But soon enough you weren’t satisfied , and you continued to beg and whine for him to put in his robotic cock already.

And once he does , good lord you gasp out loud. He’s a robot , so he has the freedom to change his cock size with ease. It’s not human-sized- and you whine and whimper when it nudges against your hole , your slick coating the shiny metal.

It doesn’t take long before Svarog is relentlessly pounding into you. Too bad he couldn’t breed in a kid into you , but his continuous stimulation is enough to pleasure your greedy pussy.

Probably a little too much— because he doesn’t really know when to stop. He’s basically torturing your hole and you start feeling hot tears run down your cheeks to ruin all your makeup , your thighs shivering by his cock penetrating your insides.

And by the time you have to get home , you’re a whiny , moaning mess because it’s still not enough. You dress up again and get home and you’re quick to fix your makeup before you open the door to greet your husband.

“ Babe , I’m home ~.. ”

“ You look a little sick. Your legs are shaking too. Something the matter? ” your husband inquires , and you just laugh nervously , hoping he didn’t see the sticky mess just behind your skirt.

“ No , just a little tired. Good night. ”

Every day when you came to work after that , you were excited- Svarog didn’t have a need for stamina and could fuck your brains out the entire day. But obviously that was once Clara went outside.

Svarog knows what to do to keep humans—you , entertained. He’s always a different size , a different shape when you see him , just so you could gasp out in surprise of the different sensations.

It’s scary how much pleasure he could make you feel. Did your husband know , that every night after he got to sleep , you were fingering yourself , moaning out someone else’s name , instead?

That someone wasn’t even human.. but lord , Svarog made you feel pleasure so sweet that you were basically addicted to it. All you could think about before you fell asleep was his massive robotic cock sending you into pure bliss.

Thats right , you became Svarog’s little whore.

[eoieopda]

hmmm, what about yoongi? we love a good hallmark au. the comeback story of a lifetime? separated by something and ironically reunited by the same thing?

i hope this fits!!

the one with the doughboy and the greaseball

pairing: min yoongi x f!reader summary: guess who’s back in town? au: hallmark-style homecoming, childhood friends to ? type: drabble (fluff) rating: pg13 cw: none! wc: 1.2k 🔞 this drabble is sfw, regardless, my content is not for minors. minors and ageless blogs who interact with me or my writing will be blocked.

When Min Yoongi leaves his parents’ house and hits the sidewalk, there’s no way for him to know if he’ll find what he’s looking for. He hopes he will, but the local landscape looks different than it used to. So, he walks along on a hunch, more than anything else.

Down the block he used to live on; past the cafe where he’d unsuccessfully experimented with acoustic, open-mic nights; and onward until he winds up outside of the local body shop.

Above the front door to the office, there’s a hand-painted wooden sign that thumps against the siding with every sigh of wind. It hangs slightly lopsided, just like always. Yoongi chuckles to himself, thankful that some things never change.

Kim & Sons Auto Repair has confused the general public for as long as it’s been open — and that’s precisely the point. Woman-owned and operated, the name bamboozles the local troglodytes long enough to book repair services. By the time their stereotypical thinking catches up with them and they realize who they’re dealing with, they’d have to forfeit a cancellation fee to seek out a male mechanic. Nobody ever does; wounded pride is easier to heal than a wounded wallet.

As far as Yoongi is concerned, Mrs. Kim was a genius for this. Her daughter is, too. She’ll be a worthy successor, in his — and everyone else’s — opinion, when the time comes.

The bell jingles as he pulls open the glass-paned door to the shop. To his surprise, no one is waiting at the counter to greet him. Brows now furrowed, he glances around the vacant waiting area, hoping his hunch hadn’t been wrong.

It’s the first time he’s been inside in over a year; and the only time he doesn’t shout to alert the Kims of his presence. The urge is there, of course, but he knows that time kept marching on in his absence. Now, he doesn’t know if he’s that kind of welcome.

Yoongi flattens his smile into a straight line, worried that some things did change.

He steps around the counter and approaches the doorway into the garage itself. As he moves, he can hear tinkering growing louder; metal on metal. Humming, too, though that’s interrupted by intermittent curse words.

Now, that’s familiar.

All he sees when he crosses the threshold is steel-toed boots, grease-stained jeans, and small hints of skin that peek through holes in the denim. The body those belong to is halfway under some absolute clunker. Yoongi can tell, based on bent knees alone, that some things wait right where they were left.

“Be with you in a second!”

It takes a bit longer than that for you to emerge, but you eventually do. As you scoot forward, the rickety, wooden creeper underneath you squeaks along the cement floor. The flashlight you’re holding drops immediately at your side. It rolls back to the space you’d left underneath the car.

Surprise is spread all over your face when you see him standing there. Then again, it may just be a smudge.

Your smile is a mind-blowing shade of white next to the black something you unknowingly wiped from the back of your hand, across your left cheek. And you sound just like your mother — expletive included — when you gasp, “Min fuckin’ Yoongi, as I live and breathe!”

“There’s that mouth,” he snorts.

Thank god, he thinks. He’s missed your crassness. Missed the playful way you glare at him when he says shit like this to you. For once, you don’t smack his bicep in retaliation.

Yoongi extends a hand to pull you to your feet. The expression you’re wearing tells him he must be joking; and really, he knows better. Then, you stand on your own.

You’ve always been good at that.

Like you have to make sure he’s real — really there — you reach out and poke his cheek, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Yoongi doesn’t care in the slightest that he’s likely smudged now, too. All he can focus on is the way your lip twitches upwards when you’re satisfied with your findings.

“If you’re in town for a wedding or a funeral, tell whoever it is that I didn’t want to be invited, anyway,” you smirk, head cocked to the side. “It’s gotta be one of the two, right?”

You don’t say the quiet part out loud. He hears it, still: You said you’d never come back for any other reason.

Yoongi grimaces, if only for a second. It’s been a month since this plan came about, and it still feels weird, sitting on his tongue. He shakes his head and offers, “My dad.”

He doesn’t say the quiet part out loud, either, but it sits in his stomach like a stone. Immediately, your eyebrows shoot up. Clearly, it’s just as weird to you as it is to him. Yoongi wonders what conclusions you’re jumping to, having heard that what pushed now pulls.

Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his neck and hits you with a flat-line smile; the one you used to tease him for. Remembering that fact makes the corners of his mouth curve upwards.

“Damn bakery isn’t gonna run itself,” Yoongi continues. “Old man’s retiring to travel, or… whatever it is retired people do.”

You blink, stunned, and gesture wordlessly out the open door in the form of a question. He doesn’t need to see where you’re pointing to know what you’re pointing at. And even if he did glance towards the family business across the street, his eyes would only go as far as the bus stop on the corner. He’s been picturing it since he left town.

Left you with the only kiss he’d ever had the chance to give you.

He watches your eyes flick briefly from him, to that bench in particular, then back again. As he does, he wonders if — maybe — that bench has made a home in your head, too.

You wipe your hand off on your jeans, as if it makes any difference. As if Yoongi has ever — would ever — mind your callused fingertips, and grease-slicked knuckles.

When you finally do offer your hand to shake, you heave a melodramatic sigh. “There goes the neighborhood.”

“And here I was thinking that property values decreased when I left,” he mutters, now earning the bicep swat he’d been waiting for. He yelps in feigned offense, “Hey! Hitting a fellow business-owner — in this economy?”

You cross your arms and pop your hip with a roll of your eyes.

“Forgot how sensitive you are, dough boy,” you tease. “What are you gonna do, bake a cake about it?”

Yoongi tries to bite back a grin. As he does, he shakes his head. “Nah, that’s not what I’m going to do about it.”

With a quick glance down at his watch, he confirms that closing time is a few ticks away. You’re looking at him with confusion in your eyes when he resets his sights on you.

You nudge, “Then what?”

“I’m gonna give the grease ball an hour to get ready, and then I’m making it buy me dinner.”

“Min fuckin’ Yoongi,” you whistle, visibly impressed by his audacity. “Did you find a sense of humor on that sabbatical of yours?”

“Maybe,” he shrugs. Then, he winks. “Guess you’ll hear about it in an hour, huh, greaseball?”

[h0nkshroom]

I noticed a lack of piercings in the last comic, was that intentional or just a mistakes?

That was intentional!! People have been asking about the meaning of the last comic so i'll try to explain it a lil bit!

I hc my lamb as transmasc, in this last comic i posted he is pre top surgery and growing increasingly uncomfortable about it. And then learning that his deal with TOWW includes healing powers and resurrection, it makes the idea of surgery pretty difficult to actually be able to take place.

but what if the lamb had a tool that was stronger than even TOWW's powers? something that could ever power that healing process and actually leave some scarring??

[authenticaussie]

So I posted it a little early on ao3 because my Christmas plans were shaky on the wifi, but, finished fic for the @superfamsecretsanta exchange event!

Wrote some timkon fluff from Ma's POV and drew way too many Ma/Pa Kent Tim/Kon parallels that I will never be able to get out of my headcanons now 🤭🤭

Happy holidays @noreen-seee !!!! 🥰

[nari-writes]

.....am I writing sex pollen fic without the sex?

"Do you know, on average, how often you guys get sex pollened? You have a form!"

"It's good to pre-establish consent," Tim said, instead of something far more stupid like: have you been carrying around lube and condoms on the off chance I'll get whammied and you're the only person around, and NOT because you're insatiably horny and getting it on during down time on missions?

Baby you betcha!!

[narislvr]

Thinking about Valeria x Preschool-teacher!reader, where Valeria, after a shit ton of convincing, decides to join her wife for the day and just watches the chaos unfold. She hates it, of course, but she stays. She gllares at every parent who stares at her wife for a second too long and has her heart drop as she hides in the bathroom as she watches Alejandro walk in to drop of his niece. Worst thing? Man is incredibly friendly with you.

Also, school just started again so I don't have as much time to write even though I have so many ideas <//3 but, I have started working on things and will hopefully have something out before the week ends 🫶🏼 thank you so much for the support, it genuinely motivates me to keep going and ahhh <3

[cilil]

Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: Weapons & annoyances to lovers (rare pair bingo) | Thuringwethil x Nári (OC) ⬡ Synopsis: Thuringwethil attempts to hunt a Balrog for sport. ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble

"Bat! Where are you?!"

Grinning to herself as she hides on her perch, Thuringwethil lets the impetuous Balrog rampage around until she's right below her, then swoops down. 

Reckless and laughing, she sinks her razor-sharp claws into ashen skin, only to realise that, despite her considerable predatory prowess, Nári is still far too strong to be preyed upon. 

Thuringwethil finds herself swatted away like a fly, though gently and jovially, and faces the grinning fire demon. 

"Nice try," Nári comments. "And a cute attempt. My turn?" 

"Maybe," Thuringwethil bares her fangs at her. "But only if I feel like it…"

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[mossyflowers]

Question for the siblings/ex deities, since you said the ask box was open.

I know you guys had domains aligning with the 4 horsemen before losing your guys' powers, war, famine, etc. Did you guys have any other sort of domains or powers though?