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natalievoncatte · 2 months

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This was going to happen; it was inevitable the moment that Lena chose this course and began preparing to enact the plan. The timing was the mystery, the where and when. Thinking back on it later, she should have known better. Supergirl liked dramatic entrances, and she liked having Lena to herself when she talked. Surprisingly for someone who flew around in primary colors and smiled cheerfully for the cameras, she knew how to be discreet.

There was a double thud as the stacked heels of Supergirl’s boots touched down on the balcony behind her. Lena didn’t look up from her work. Not for the first time, she wondered if Supergirl used her super-senses to read other people. Lena’s heart sped up when she heard the landing and her breath caught, but she remained calm and smooth when she spoke.

“You may as well come in. We’re on the ninety-sixth floor. I don’t bother locking it.”

The glass door slid quietly on oiled plastic runners, and a gust of chilly night air rolled over Lena’s shoulders, causing her ponytail to slide from its place and dangle down her back. She’d changed earlier out of her power suit and exchanged her tight high ponytail for a loose, comfortable one. She was planning an an all-nighter.

“You should lock the door. There are dangerous people out there. Among other things.”

“If any of them have it in for me, they’re not going to be slowed down much by the balcony door, Supergirl.”

There was a soft sigh behind her. “We need to talk.”

Lena smirked. “Why is that? Are you worried my new car saving machine will pull all the cats out of the trees and out you out of work? I’m still working out all the kinks.”

“Miss Luthor…”

“Speaking of kinks, maybe you could help me out. I’ve got a terrible crick in my neck and could use a super-neck rub.”

“Miss Luthor,”

“Or if you’re not busy, you could run and grab us some takeout. I’m thinking Thai, how about you?”

“Lena!”

Sighing, she turned around, tearing her attention from her work. Supergirl had her arms folded, displaying those impressive muscles of hers, and was looking at Lena with an expression of stern concern, something soft and a little worried in her eyes.

“What’s the occasion, then? Let me guess, someone wants to assassinate me.”

Supergirl sighed and let her arms fall. “You need to take this seriously. Right now, I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

“And why is that?”

Supergirl edged closer, her cape swirling slightly behind her. She put a hand on Lena’s desk and leaned over her.

“Because you’re been buying up every ounce of Kryptonite you can find.”

Her pulse began to race and she fought the urge to sink back from the piercing blue eyes that stared into hers.

“That’s not possible. Your cousin destroyed it all.”

“Not all of it,” said Supergirl. “The DEO keeps some, and there’s some floating around on the black market, usually mistaken for something else.”

“What makes you think that I didn’t just stumble across some? I inherited an extensive collection of art and sculpture, Supergirl, and I’m always adding to it. Ask Kara Danvers. I’m going to display the bulk of the family collection in a new wing at the city museum.”

“Because the DEO identified and tracked dozens of pieces, including the ones you bought,” Supergirl said, quietly. “It’s a way for us to identify threats and see who’s trafficking in it. You moved them through shell companies and had them smuggled through customs. You’re hiding something.”

Lena pushed to her feet, indignant, leaning into the do confrontation. She stabbed a manicured nail into the center of Supergirl’s chest, right into her big S.

“So now you come storming into my office making accusations?”

Supergirl planted her fists on her hips and stood over Lena, glaring down at her.

“I’m on your side. I’m the only one keeping the DEO from arresting you. I want to believe that there’s a benign reason for this, Lena. But you have to give me one. People think you’re a threat.”

Lena stared back at her, studying her features, her expression.

“It won’t do any good to tell you. Your superiors won’t believe me. They’ve been trying to entrap me ever since I took over the company.”

“They’re not my superiors,” Kara snapped. “I work with them. They have resources and support I need.”

Lena crossed her arms and cocked her head. “They also have Kryptonite. You just admitted that.”

“Lena,” Supergirl snapped.

Quickly, she grabbed a random page from her notes and scribbled, are they listening?

Supergirl looked at it briefly, then at Lena, weighing her options.

Then she nodded.

Lena scrawled on the sheet.

I’m making a cure.

Supergirl started, flinching as she read the note. She blinked almost comically.

Can we talk without anyone listening in? Lena wrote.

Supergirl nodded, taking the paper. She slipped the pen out of Lena’s grasp and scrawled, give me five minutes.

“Fine,” said Lena. “Tell your people they can call a judge. I’m sure they’ll have all the proper papers and warrants and court orders and it will all be nice and legal.”

“I don’t want it to be this way,” said Supergirl. “I want to work together with you. I believe in you, Lena.”

“You have a hell of a way of showing it.”

Supergirl huffed, turned, and headed for the balcony, taking off with such force that Lena stumbled back a few steps.

Lena waited, finally moving towards the door to close it, when a folded paper airplane sailed through the opening and came to rest on her desk. She closed the balcony door and grabbed the paper, quickly unfolding it.

They can track my suit. Meet me at the Big Belly on 49th. Leave your phone. Walk. Don’t worry about your safety, I’ll be watching. I’ll be in civilian clothes.

Lena crumpled the note in her pocket. The place Suoergirl meant was a half an hour walk, and Lena was more than a little nervous about walking it at night. So, she grabbed her .357 from her desk drawer and stuffed it in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie, and took her private elevator to the ground floor.

When she walked up on the Big Belly, it was of course closed, dark inside with the chairs up on the tables. Lena tensed when she saw a figure approaching in the dark, much like she was, in joggers and a hoodie.

She relaxed when she saw Kara Danvers hiding in that hood. When they crossed paths, Lena stopped and began walking beside her.

“Supergirl said she would meet me herself,” said Lena. “I’m kind of surprised she sent you, Kara.”

“Keep your voice down,” Kara said, softly. “Follow me.”

Kara led her on a trek through downtown, making Lena rather nervous. This part of the city emptied out after hours and it was close to three in the morning, and they were walking alone on empty streets, finally turning off down an alley between two seemingly random buildings.

There, Kara stopped, and sighed.

“Can you really do it? Can you cure Kryptonite poisoning?”

“Yes,” Lena said, excited. “I think I can. I’m very close. I needed the samples I procured so that I could perfect the process.”

Kara’s shoulders hitched a little. She faced away from Lena, and took a step towards the brick wall in front of her.

“They have a device that your brother created. It can disperse Kryptonite through the entire atmosphere in a few minutes.”

“I’m familiar with it.”

“It’s how they control me. I don’t know where they keep it, only that they have it. If I step out of line, they’ll poison the atmosphere and kill me.”

“Kill you? Kara what are you talking about? You’re not…”

“I told you I’d meet you in civilian clothes. When I wrote the note in your office.”

Lena stumbled back a step, trying to process what she just heard. Kara was talking as if…

She turned around, facing Lena, and stood to her full height, removing her glasses without sweeping back her hood, and met Lena’s gaze.

“But… you’re…”

“Hush,” Kara said, softly. “I’ll explain everything. Right now we need to move and move fast, before they figure out what I’m up to. How fast can you finish your cure?”

“I need a few days and some things from my lab.”

Kara brought her wrist up and spoke into a hidden radio. “Alex, get ready to move. We’ll need to get to Lena’s lab before the DEO does.”

Lena blinked a few times. What the hell was going on?

“I need to get you someplace safe, then I’ll get you up to speed,” said Kara. “Will you come with me?”

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest. “Where?”

“Safety. I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You’re too dangerous to the DEO, Lena. They’re going to move on you, and I had to beg to give you a chance. Tomorrow someone is going to come make you an offer you can’t refuse, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

Lena nodded.

“Alright then. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Kara nodded.

“Good. Lena Luthor, welcome to the Justice League.”

I had a weird urge to play with the idea of a world where the DEO are a black ops unit that controls Supergirl with the threat of Kryptonite and Lena helps her take them down and save the world. Of course Kara has to be all dramatic about naming the resistance movement.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #screen test ficlet

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oliviajdjarin · 1 year

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Javier Peña: Call Me Javi

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (afab; she/her)

Excerpt: “His hands found their way to your waist as he walked you further and further backward, obviously having your apartment memorized like the back of his hand, and lifted you against the wall. You let a whine escape into his mouth, his facial hair burning so good against you as you did, and he pulled away with a groan that sounded like he was near pain.

“Tell me Y/N,” he whispered, breathing as hard as he did after raids, “tell me if I need to stop, because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Your brows creased together in slight confusion, but you whispered, “I will.”

He kissed you again, before sinking to his knees.”

Warnings: SMUTTT, slightly insecure reader, mentions of smoking, Javier is cocky (what’s new), oral female receiving, idiots in love.

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A/N: I needed some Javi in my life. I hope you enjoy :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

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(gif credit to owner I owe you big time this gif absolutely ends me)

The rubber from his tires came into your apartment’s parking lot so hot they ignited not one spark, but a dozen, lighting up the dark Colombian sky. You could feel your legs beginning to quiver and shake, knowing who was behind that wheel.

“Right now?” he had whispered over the phone.

“Right now, Javier” you whispered back, “now or never.”

That wasn’t even ten minutes ago.

Javier Peña had been your acquaintance for two years, your coworker for one, and your friend for six months. The process had been slow, due to both of your unique issues and the fact that you were after the best drug lord that had ever lived, but you had gotten there eventually. He understood your humor--even the pieces of it dripping in a dark ink--and that was where your own spark began. The teasing began, then the bickering, then the long smokes outside after a day with more casualties than fingers on your hands where neither of you had to say anything.

He had always been good at that, saying everything yet nothing at all. It was exactly what you needed in those moment, the silence of the unsaid pact between you: keep each other sane. Keep each other distracted.

There was only one more step you had to take, one more figurative box to check to let Javier truly distract you from the bucket of shit day you had. You could see it in his eyes during those long smoking nights, the proposal for it, but he always read your eyes right back: Not yet.

It didn’t take very long or “not yet” to turn into “right now.”

Your heart crawled further and further up your throat when you heard his boots hit your carpeted floor, moving just fast enough to be subtle but fast enough for you to smirk, and you cracked your door open a sliver.

He looked how he always looked, handsome with a drizzle of rugged. Your kryptonite.

You took a deep breath before opening the door, reminding yourself that this is just Javier. The Javier who drinks black coffee, only black coffee, blushes at compliments, has a soft spot for cats, adores reality tv, and would never, ever hurt you.

You opened the door all the way when he made his way in front of it. His eyes were blown wide, the proposal from all those weeks ago present in his eyes, as well as...apprehension. Like he genuinely thought this would never happen, you would never say yes, and if he traced one valley of your skin, he would wake up.

You smiled, enjoying this look on him, and nodded.

He smiled too, and kissed you dizzy.

He walked you back into the apartment, gently, and helped you close the door. His tongue teased yours as he locked it behind his back, and you both pulled away to smile. It weakened more than just your limbs.

His hands found their way to your waist as he walked you further and further backward, obviously having your apartment memorized like the back of his hand, and lifted you against the wall. You let a whine escape into his mouth, his facial hair burning so good against you as you did, and he pulled away with a groan that sounded like he was near pain.

“Tell me Y/N,” he whispered, breathing as hard as he did after raids, “tell me if I need to stop, because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Your brows creased together in slight confusion, but you whispered, “I will.”

He kissed you again, before sinking to his knees.

Suddenly, you realized everything he meant, all of it, and an exhale of fear escaped from you before you could stop it.

His honey-dipped vanilla eyes met your own instantly, mouth formed into an o, and his hands removed themselves from your jeans.

“No, it’s okay,” you whispered, bringing his hands back to your thighs. “I--I’ve never had that before, that’s all. Just scared me.”

You had seen Javier angry before, but this wasn’t that. You’d seen him sad before, sad for you even, but this look wasn’t that either. It was...disappointment. That was it. Disappointment. Disappointment and resentment.

“You haven’t?” he whispered, massaging your thighs.

You shook your head. “No. I’ve asked for it, but--”

“And so you will have it,” he said, and practically ripped your jeans in two. Your underwear came down with it, and you were suddenly bare. The A/C hit you, igniting chills down your freshly-shaved legs, as well as the sweat from your kiss freezing its heat against your skin, and you were tempted to cover yourself completely.

But Javier was looking at you in a way you had never seen before.

He was kneeling there, examining your body like an artist to his sculpture, as if he...as if he might...

You wouldn’t go there. Not yet.

“Y/N,” he groaned against the skin of your shin, kissing all the way up to your pulsing core, “I think I’m dreaming.”

And then he dove in.

You had experienced pleasure before--quick fucks, your own hand, maybe even making love--but one lick of Javier’s tongue, one scrape of his moustache against your soft skin, one grip of his hands against your ass, and sparks brighter than the ones from his tire clogged your vision.

You were in heaven, or maybe hell, whichever one had an eternity of this.

“Javi,” you whimpered as he mapped you out like the expert he was. Tunnels of fire shot up your thighs to your lower back causing it to arch, only pressing his mouth against you harder. Your right hand gripped his hair while your left gripped his leather jacket, your mouth could not keep itself shut, and tears burned your eyes as he licked and sucked and kissed right there--

“Javi, don’t you--don’t you dare stop.”

He pulled away from the obscene noises his mouth was making against you and said, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He ate you out for what had to have been hours and seconds. It felt endless yet not enough. Never enough. He finally worked his fingers up to you, entering you like butter, and another pathetic whine came from what had to have been you. You couldn’t even recognize yourself.

“Javi please--” you wheezed, your fire burning you alive, “I’m right there.”

“I feel it baby, I feel you,” he whispered against you, licking his lips. “Just a bit longer.”

He ate and ate and ate. You were there, then you weren’t, you were screaming, then silent, on the brink of release, then almost numb. He was etching his sculpture effortlessly, hitting you exactly where he wanted you to curve.

You never wanted anything else that wasn’t him, that wasn’t this, him on the floor, your spine against the wall, his face between your legs.

Finally, your fire caught enough for you to grip his hair the way you had discovered he liked, and he kept going. You were there, right on the edge, your fire coiling inside you--

“Come on hermosa, come on,” he whispered against you, mouth dripping with you, “let me feel it, give it to me.”

And you did, so good it hurt.

Your back curved against the wall and sweat dripped down your shirt as he wiped you clean, licking from your chins up to your clit, fully wiping you down. With your heartbeat finally slowing you could hear more of the noises he was making.

He was nearly as pathetic as you.

Finally, you pulled his face up from between your legs and pressed his forehead to yours. His breath was a mix of nicotine and you, and his moustache was nearly damp. His cheeks were reddened as well as his neck, and his eyes...

...you had never seen them more black.

You felt your way around his body, the two of you once again falling into the rhythm of saying everything and nothing, and your fingers traced their way to his bulge completely soaked.

He didn’t—

You looked up at him, shock surely present on your face, and he immediately kissed you harder than he had all night. His mouth was wet and tired, but still giving you everything you wanted. Ever the hard worker.

He pulled way to kiss your hairline and whispered, “Call me Javi from now on. I like it.”

And with that, he was backing out of your apartment, away from you, a bead of you still dripping down his chin as he closed the door.

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deviouz · 12 days

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OKAY SO LIKE idk if you take requests anymore but I need this done so bad and I love your writing so like imagine Jason Todd being adopted and raised by Catwoman and the reader by Batman as robin like a girl robin and basically Jason needs info or wtv and he defeats the reader in a battle or something and handcuffs her and like seduces her for it and reader's usually had super high morals and stuff but she's like simping over him and melts for him practically but idk something like tht like cat women and Batman but roles reversed but yea

Totally get if this is like weird too much though lmao

here’s a lil drabble while i make my way through other requests <3 thank you lovie!! also, jason’s name didn’t really come up, so i guess you can imagine it as whoever? i did write with jason in mind though!! ;; soz

role reversal !

“Come on, I know you can spit it out. The old man can’t be that important to you.”

It was hard to fight off the embarrassed blush as you jerked your wrists from behind your back, the cold bite of steel a painful reminder of the predicament you had found yourself in. The fight was long and drawn out, having left both of you breathless for a while before your captor had gotten the upper hand. It was times like this you really wished you had paid more attention to your father’s teachings about how to get out of precarious circumstances as this one.

How the hell were you supposed to dislocate your thumb and slip out of the handcuffs again?

Being Robin had given you quite the ego. It hadn't really occurred to you that getting captured was a possibility. Batman had shown you every trick in the book on how not to get caught.

Your opponent was as sly as a fox, though. He was quick on his feet, definitely hard to defeat. It was when you had the upper hand, or believed so, that the rug was quickly pulled out from under you, sharp smile and all.

Silence would be your best friend. There was no way in hell you were going to divulge any information that could be used against either yourself or your family — you’d sooner die than allow that to happen.

It was when he had made way to pluck the black mask shielding your eyes did you move, head jerking to the side while a noise of disapproval escaped your throat.

“Don’t touch me.”

He kneeled before you, lips curled into a smirk as a hand trailed from your knee to the middle of your thigh. Your suit was thin, meant more for agility than anything. It was nothing compared to the protective kevlar of the Batsuit. Stealth was your strong suit, and it turns out lingering touches from a man clad in a catsuit was your kryptonite.

“Don’t be like that. We can have fun! I promise I’ll make it worth your time,” he practically purred, voice smooth and intoxicating. “Just tell me what you know.”

Had your heart always beat this fast? Did he drug you? Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally catching up, the deprivation rearing its ugly head at the worst possible time.

“I thought I told you not to touch me,” you quipped back with a clenched jaw. Hands balled into fists and eyes narrowed, you were a sight for sore eyes. “How about you take these cuffs off and we go for a round two, hm?”

He had the audacity to giggle like it was the funniest thing in the world. The hand on your thigh began to inch upwards once more.

“Darling,” God, did that sound pretty rolling off the tip of his tongue, “any round two that we have will be somewhere with some nice booze and a bed, and maybe with soundproof walls depending on how loud I can get you.”

You were stronger than this, surely. Anything to protect Gotham and the people inhabiting it. You wouldn’t lose your nerve to a man with pretty words knelt before you.

“I can give you what you want, you know. Think of it like a trade; you give me the information I need, and I’ll have you screaming my name for all of Gotham to hear. Fair?”

As his touch began to grow more bold, warm hands slowly parting your thighs as he moved in between them, you knew you had to act fast. Resolve could only last so long, especially when coupled with a nighttime job known as being Robin — you were long overdue for something devious and a long nap.

Mustering up what little restraint remained, your foot raised to kick him back, momentarily leaving him a breathless heap of muscle and suave on the ground before you.

“You really don��t listen well.”

#rahhhh unedited bc it’s 5:30 am and i need to sleep #putting this in the queue so more people see it tho ig #idk man #i’m sleep deprived and delirious #also??? imagining big beefy jason in a catsuit had me feeling some type of way i cannot lie #dhsiwkdnfn anyways #. . . my fics 💌#. . . dc 💭#. . . jason todd 💭#. . . queue can’t afford me 🪻#jason todd x reader #jason todd #dc x reader

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seulblade · 6 months

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Past Midnight

this is my first work lol take it easy on me 🫣

wc//: 1131 😮‍💨

cw//: smut, fingering, oral, nipple play, squirting

insomnia is a bitch.

it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a few years now, and even after all the doctors visits and brown noise youtube videos you’re still suffering from it’s effects. unable to stay awake at your job, you were fired a few weeks ago, which didn’t surprise you but was still a hassle nonetheless. now all you had to your name was two months left on your lease, half a box of cold pizza in the fridge, and a phone full of useless contacts.

well…mostly useless.

you thought about her again. your kryptonite. the woman who made your knees go weak at just the sound of her voice. yoo jeongyeon. your one time girlfriend and current ex-girlfriend. yeah, ex-girlfriend. the breakup was amicable, you two just kinda fell out of love after a while. the sex was amazing (so fucking amazing) but the compatibility just wasn’t on the same level. it took some getting used to, not having her around. but you were strong. you could manage.

“you up?”

good job. you just texted your ex-gf at almost 2 o’clock in the damn morning just for what? emotional support? it couldn’t be because you missed her touch. missed her silky-sweet voice. missed the way she..

“yeah. what’s up?” she replied.

fuck. okay you didn’t think this far ahead. what do you reply? surely you’ve got something up your sleeve.

“i need you.”

yeah…that works. you pace back and forth in your apartment, hoping she’d get there quickly. you didn’t even bother dressing up for the occasion, thinking she’d just accept you as you were. messy bun, oversized t-shirt and a pair of silk panties shouldn’t be too bad. the bunny slippers were a nice, homely touch. the pacing began to slow when you read her latest text to you;

“buzz me in.”

it didn’t take you long to press the button letting her into the apartment building, and after a quick elevator ride…there she was. at your door after all these months. you could feel your stomach flutter and your heart pound in your chest. your palms were damp from nerves and so were your panties. you hadn’t prepped for this but you were ready.

“hey, beautiful. miss me?” she asked with a sly grin.

jeongyeon was still the same, even after months of being away. her shoulder length black hair draped around her face gently, highlighting her soft features. her lips were full and plump, the part of her face you loved the most. just begging to be kissed.

and kissed they were. your lips met, all the tension in the room sweltering and coming to a boiling point. your knees almost gave out on you, but jeongyeon’s strong grip held you firm in place. she pulled you even closer, allowing you to share in her warmth. you couldn’t even tell she was dragging you towards the couch, your tongues battling for supremacy. wet, passionate kisses echoed through the living room, a few moans breaking the bout.

she laid you down on the couch, positioning herself right in front of you. her kisses were soft, dragging her lips and even some tongue across your neck and under your ear. you could feel your skin tingle and the goosebumps spread. complete control, that’s what she had over you. you felt yourself grow more and more aroused by the second, her soft hands lightly caressing your ass and thighs.

jeongyeon reached down, gripping your panties in a handful. “these have to go.”

in one swift motion, she tore the drenched garment away, unveiling your glistening pussy. the strings of wetness trailed along with it, showing jeongyeon just how much you missed her. she smiled up at you, her eyes narrowed and playful like a mischievous cat. and just like a cat, she lurched down towards your folds, licking and lapping away. your moans and whimpers just drove her to go even harder, spreading her saliva all over your clit as she licked and sucked away. her eyes never left yours the entire time, she wanted to take your soul.

her fingers creeped up onto your chest, softly twisting and pinching your nipples. she placed her fingers into your warmth, covering them in your juices, only to then allow you to taste yourself. she went back to working your nipples only more aggressively. tugging and pinching, the sensory overload began to overwhelm your senses. at this point you weren’t even moaning, you were just full blown screaming her name. jeongyeon, jeongyeon, jeongyeon. her name echoed in your head, rippled across the goosebumps on your skin, and surely burned itself in your neighbors minds. you could feel the fire in your belly just grow, expanding until you couldn’t contain it any longer. you needed release.

jeongyeon’s other hand began working your pussy ever so gently. her mouth suckled your clit but her fingers slowly worked in and out of you, soaked with your desire. she smirked as she felt you drip all over her hand. she was only using one finger but she figured you could take three. with one motion she stuffed you full, feeling you squirm from how good it felt. her eyes never left yours. you could feel the depths of her love for you piercing your gaze, the warmth from your belly spreading to your chest. you clenched around her fingers as she fucked you, a constant motion in and out.

“fuck baby, please!” you cried out. “please make me cum.”

jeongyeon knew she had you. she placed her tongue right at your entrance, tongue fucking you while she rubbed your clit with the hand she fucked you with. her finger then snaked its way inside of you, softly nudging against your g-spot. switching her mouth onto your clit whilst rubbing you to ecstasy, you could feel it building up. you could feel yourself reaching the breaking point. like a crack in a dam, you were so close to bursting.

your back arched into the sky, your body tensing up as you released all the fire building inside you. well, it felt like fire to you. for her mouth, it was more like water. pushing out of you was a wave, squirting all over her pretty face. she slurped it all up with a smile, kissing your thighs while you rode your high.

“fuck.” you said softly.

it had been so damned long since you squirted, but yoo jeongyeon was able to bring that side of you to the forefront. something about this powerful woman just made you melt into her slut again. nothing could be better. as she drew you into her arms, cuddling you into the night, your mind wandered back to the moment you sent that text as you drifted asleep.

good job indeed.

#skye.txt #skye.world #jeongyeon smut #twice smut #kpop #wlw #wlw smut #this took me way too long to make #hope you like <3 #x female reader

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nottapossum · 2 months

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Do any of the littles have favorite stuffies? If so, what are their names?

Heheh love this! ❤️

Stuffed animals. My Kryptonite.

❤️Charlie has a lot of stuffed animals. Her favorites are her goats named Reign and Butter.

🪽Vaggie's favorite stuffed animals are Bandi the racoon and Snowy the lamb

💙Moxxie's favorite plushies are his two lambs (💛Lee-Lee and 💙Lox) and His stuffed Tuxido cat Mr Mistoffelees. (Named after the musical cats)

💚Fizzarolli's favorite stuffed animal is his Elephant Jumbo from Dumbo.

Jumbo is a big comfort character for him. Also, he loves to feel the ears when he gets anxious. It's a good way to get him to calm down.

Vox isn't big on stuffed animals, but Valentino gave him this shark, and it quickly became one of his favorite toys. He hugs it when he feels lonely or misses Val. (Shark is named Sharky.)

💖Velvette perfers dolls over stuffed animals. But she does have plenty of plushies. Her favorite is her pink and black skunk: Kitto

🐛Valentino doesn't like plushies. He's more of a blanket kid.

💕Angel has a lot of stuffed animals lol

His favorites are probably his stitch, Leroy, and Angel plushies (three aliens at the bottom)

But he also loves his Piggy (Named Chopin) and His Giraffe (Tootie)

🛡Lute's favorite plush is a wolf she named Delores.

And of course.

EdWario McWaffles, Emily's favorite emotional support Penguin 🐧 ❤️

Lmk if ya'll want a part 2 with Pentious, Alastor, Clara, Stella...and some other little ones I'm probably just not thinking of lol.

Also, lmk if there's a specific little's favorite plushie you'd like me to mention.

What's the name of your favorite plushie?

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn @abby5577

#ittybittysinners #ittybittysinnersq&h #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #itty bitty imps #helluva boss age regression #little!Charlie #little!Vaggie #little!Moxxie #little!Angel #little!fizzarolli #little!Lute #little!Emily #little!Vox #little!Velvette

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aikoiya · 1 year

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My DP Character HCs Masterlist

This is just a bunch of hc stuff for DP characters. It might take a bit to get it all on here.

Danny:

Interesting Idea for King Danny

Engineer Danny

Frost Phantom

The Christmas Gift

The Source of Danny's Anger At Christmas

Anti-Gravity Phantom

Secret Identity

Fenton:

Fenton Bias

Jack & Maddie's Perspective on Ghosts

Neurodivergent Fentons

Neurodivergent Jack & Maddie

Neurodivergent Jack

Dani's Obsession

Halfa Jazz

Fenton Preferences

Family Legacy 1

Family Legacy 2

Phantom Family AU

The Walker Family

Vlad Masters:

Ugly Crying Vlad

Vlad Struggling With NPD

Vlad the Methyphile

Vlad's Romantic Profile

Vlad's Sexual Profile

Clockwork:

Clockwork

The Origin of Clockwork

Clockwork Through the Multiverse

Full Prompts & Story Ideas:

The Bell Tolls For Amity

The Curse of the Seven Sins

Timeless Journey

Vlad vs Dan

Broken Future AU

Lady Nightshade AU

Purification & Aftermath

Other:

Nocturn (My Style)

Dash After High School

Rebel Alliance

Ember's Lement

Head Butler of Manson Manor

Lunch Lady

Sapiosexuality

Vlad & the Supernatural Trio

MRA Tucker

Team Halfa

Dan Insults Vlad

Realistic Danger & Casualties

Valerie's Powers

Dan Likes Greek

Sam's Thoughts on Lionfish

DP Confessions

Ecto-Apocalypse

Plants Rights Lunatics

Whimsigoth Sam

The Haunted Jukebox

Xovers:

DPxDC - Ship Names List

DPxDC - Psyche Talk

DPxDC - Anger Management

DPxDC - Anger Management & Those Who Think It's Wrong

DPxDC - Superman Isn't a Clonophobe & Backup

DPxDC - Bruce the Burdened

DPxDC - Elder Wayne Return

DPxDC - The Lazarus Pits & Jason Todd

DPxDC - A Bird in Amity

DPxDC - The Black Cat

DPxDC - Bell Above the Box

DPxDC - Jazz as Altair the Bluebird of Gotham

DPxDC - Duul Aman Thal

DPxDC - Green Lantern Danny

DPxDC - Vlad As a Lantern

DPxDW - Danny & the Doctor

DPxMCU - Saving Private Vision

DPxMH - Calamity Park

DPxIV - Viltrumite Kryptonite

DPxSU - GemHaunt

DPxMHA - Hawks' New Life

DPxMLP - Cutie Mark

DPxDB - Death Comes For All Eventually

Other DP Masterlists:

Ghost Zone Masterlist

DP Ask AU Masterlist

DP Phantom Twins AU Masterlist

Other Useful Masterlists:

Aikoiya's Writing Tips Masterlist

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kawaoneechan · 6 months

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You'll believe a cat can do game design

So many Superman games suck hard time or inexplicably depower the Man of Steel. But if you don't depower him there's not much gameplay left, right? So I've been thinking, what would make a possibly good Superman game? And I came up with the following.

First, it's an open-world, free roam thing, set in and probably limited to Metropolis, though for story reasons there may be other places sometimes (the moon, Gotham, whatever). You go around, either flying freely as Superman or low-key on the ground as Clark, and every so often there's a call for help. You can respond, and stop a mugger or rescue a kitten from a tree. Just standard "superhero's slow day" bullshit. If you're playing as Clark though you have to play carefully lest your secret identity is blown.

Now, Supes lives in a world of cardboard (remember that scene?) so you can't expect him to punch a mugger and have the mugger survive. My proposal is twofold: first, punch impacts scale with the target. Second, merely tapping the button does less damage than holding it. So when fighting a mugger, you gotta take care to only tap the button lest you turn the man to paste. Unless of course you want to rather play as Homelander. You monster. Similarly, heat vision -- you want to intimidate the mugger into running? Tap the heat vision button to do the glowing eyes of doom thing. But hold the button and the mugger dies in pieces.

(@letrune suggested earlier that you get one freebie. The first time you ketchup a mugger, you see him slump against the wall or whatever, blood decals and all. The black cutscene bars appear as Superman angrily turns to face the player. "You get one free shot." Fade to white, and the mugger gets up dazed and afraid, without any blood decals.)

So basically instead of worrying about your health bar, since the muggers and most environmental hazards do quickly regenerated chip damage at best, you have to worry about your reputation bar. Killing people or causing property damage hurts, even if not physically. Except for that one free shot.

Then the special story missions come in. Finish an objective that requires use of super powers, but as Clark. Find someone/something, using your X-ray vision or super-hearing. Race the Flash (it only happened like... several times in the comics? Also, super-speed would be depicted as the world around you slowing down since you'd need super-reflexes to go with it, so Barry looks like he's just running normally as far as you're concerned.)

And then the heavy hitters come in. And the kryptonite. And you notice that tapping the punch button does way more damage now, because your attacks are scaled to your opponent. And you very quickly notice that your health bar does go down now.

On the other hand, a fair bit of environmental damage is now allowed without reputation loss.

Until that mission is over and everything scales back. Back to the world of cardboard. Unless, again, you think Homelander is the better superhero. You monster.

Add on top of this a bunch of useless cosmetics and you got yourself a Good Game.

#superman #game design

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runawaymun · 2 months

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also Glrfinde/Erestor hehehehe

Listen they’re both in Rivendell at the same time, have a teeny bit of interaction in canon, and personality-wise and potential dynamic-wise they’re very juicy. Very black cat x golden retriever coded and that shit is my kryptonite. I understand why they’re a (semi) common ship and have been for ages and ages and also love shipping them myself. They’re husbands your honor

#glorestor #glorfindel x erestor #benoit blanc alignment chart shipping game

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annielovestohelp · 2 years

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the summer i turned pretty (season 1) sentence meme

feel free to change the pronouns and other things to fit your muse!

episode 1

“i would never let a boy beat me at anything.”

“you need to pack cute things!”

“you have to tell me your summer wish.”

“you’ve been in love with him since we were twelve.”

“you look a lot different than last summer, ___________.”

“what do you need a curfew for? you don’t go anywhere.”

“you’re too judgy.”

“boys at school never look at me.”

“you’ve always been lovely, but, oh my goodness! look at you!”

“i think if you don’t want to be married, you shouldn’t be married.”

“is that the thing where the girls wear white dresses and curtsy?”

“a couple of months ago, you had a cat funeral. you made us all wear black!”

“god, do you memorize everything i’ve ever said?”

“sometimes i wish i was her daughter.”

“you got a boyfriend back home?”

“you’re such a brat!”

“fuck you!”

“can we just have a really great summer like we said we would?”

“i just want to see _____________ in a white dress.”

“you’re not going to get into a car with a guy you just met.”

“your hair’s like a little kid’s, the way it’s always so messy.”

“you know you’re gonna have a black eye tomorrow, right?”

“do you remember anything from last night?”

“i always remember everything when i drink.”

episode 2

“we need to go shopping!”

“are you sure you want to do this? this doesn’t seem very you.”

“i’m going to find my own date.”

“hey _________, aren’t you going to save me?”

“i would love to take you surfing sometime.”

“i just like to kiss and be cozy with people.”

“girls in sundresses are my kryptonite.”

“____________ looked really nice in her new dress.”

“so are you and _______________ like a thing?”

“she’s too busy eye fucking the waiter.”

“didn’t _________ tell you? she has a date!”

“do we need to talk about consent before you go?”

“you...look...hot!”

“hey! stop flirting with my sister!”

“this shit is so boring. can we go somewhere?”

“i don’t want this night to be over.”

“you care where i was, who i was with,”

“why don’t you go look in the mirror some more?”

episode 3

“shall we open gifts?”

“i can’t believe you actually spent money on me!”

“i wasn’t really expecting anything anyway, so...”

“honestly, like, you’re the best dressed girl here.”

“i really want to look good next to you.”

“isn’t ______________ looking like a snack?”

“_____________ is going to lose his mind when he sees you in that bikini!”

“are you guys playing chicken?”

“i just...care.”

“can you just promise me one thing? that we’ll always be best friends?”

“losing your first love...it hurts.”

“i guess it was pretty badass, having a black eye for a day.”

“look at us! we’re hot ass bitches.”

“so how come i’ve never seen you at the pool?”

“she’s always gonna need you, okay?”

“you’re hooking up with my brother?”

“are you saying he couldn’t like someone like me?”

“are you into ___________?”

“we have to hold tight to our friendships.”

episode 4

“you have a much better ass.”

“do you really think he likes me?”

“_____________ has great taste.”

“does anyone want another drink? i want another drink.”

“i know you guys hooked up.”

“i stayed away because she told me to.”

“i’ve always liked you with wet hair. it’s so...romantic.”

“we should get back to the party.”

“i don’t want to be with anybody else. do you?”

“how do you know when it’s the right person?”

“who could ever hate you?”

“____________, you don’t know the effect you have on people.”

episode 5

“___________ left me on read last night.”

“what’s with the good mood?”

“what were you guys doing out there anyway?”

“mind if i have this dance?”

“does ___________ take anything seriously?”

“i’ve had kids, i chafe.”

“who cares? it’s summer!”

“your girl’s a disaster in heels.”

“i can’t help thinking that i wish i was here with ______________.”

“if we started something, i feel like i would fuck it up.”

“you should be with the person you really want to be with.”

“i broke up with ___________.”

“last night, you and i almost kissed.”

“__________, i think about you. i do and you know i do.”

“i’m not waiting for you anymore.”

“you’re my best friend. there were times i want it to be more.”

episode 6

“you’re her prince charming and we all know it.”

“i don’t want to rush you or anything but i would like to eventually talk about what happened the other night.”

“can i take you to the ball?”

“you guys look good together.”

“that trophy is going to be mine.”

“i’m so sorry. i have to win this, okay?”

“about a week ago, we kissed in the pool.”

“that’s why they’re such assholes: none of them are happy.”

“have to admit, i like your friends.”

“i knew they were bitches!”

“isn’t love supposed to be a little scary?”

“you didn’t hurt me. you wasted my time. there’s a difference.”

“i hope you told her to watch her back.”

“if you stopped playing all these games and let her go, it would’ve been a great night,”

“i’ll always come and get you.”

“my heart’s pounding.”

“i just don’t want to lose you.”

episode 7

“are you ready for your big day?”

“he’d do anything for you.”

“please just be honest with me.”

“for what it’s worth, ____________ was the right choice.”

“i’ll be right be your side the whole night.”

“we just kissed a few times.”

“you don’t get a say in who i date. i get to pick and i pick _____________.”

“have you see me hooking up with any guy or girl this summer?”

“i would never do anything to hurt her.”

“it’s not your fault that ____________’s a fuckboy.”

“you’re playing with a lot of hearts, _____________.”

“no one really gets over their first love.”

“i don’t know where ____________ is.”

“i think i love you.”

“you’ve known this whole fucking time and you didn’t tell me?”

“it’s not how i wanted you to find out.”

“there’s so many things i want to say to you.”

“you really need somebody right now and i don’t want to be the kind of person that takes advantage of that.”

“i don’t just need somebody. i need you.”

“i don’t want you to need me. i want you to want me.”

“i do want you.”

#rp meme #indie rp #sentence meme #independent roleplay #i don't think you understand i'm like obsessed #open roleplay

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Hai,

I don’t know if you’ve been asked this but what songs do you apply to Aledolfo and SoapGhost?

Like recently I thought that Heather by Conan Grey could be like a angst song for Aledolfo when Alejandro was infatuated with Valeria.

The only one I can come up for SoapGhost is Achilles Come Down by Gangs Of Youth.

Love to hear your input when you have the time!

I do plan on eventually making playlists for them and my AUs. Now, I don't really like having Valeria be "in the way" so I tend not to consider her when doing stuff for Aledolfo. (This is my own personal feelings, though, please do not take my opinion as me judging anyone else for it.)

Anyway, he's a few songs:

Aledolfo:

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

NFWMB - Hozier (Honestly hozier in general)

Loveless - Lorde

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

You can be the Boss - Lana Del Rey

Die For You - Weeknd

Casual - Doja Cat

Single - The Neighborhood

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

Soapghost:

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

Shrike - Hozier

A little Death - The Neighborhood

Spiracle - Flowerface

Brand New Person, Same Mistakes - Tame Impala

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Pearl - Mitski

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

Demons - Imagine Dragons

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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thebibutterflyao3 · 3 months

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Kitty photos are honestly the best source of dopamine and this last week I’ve found some that were too sweet not to share.

#kittyposting #kitty #black cats are my therapy #black cats are my kryptonite #cats #cute cats

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year

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The Dawning Of The Sun Part 2/2

It is a untold sight of beauty brimming us in the heat of the sunlight over The Great City of Metropolis The home of The Man Of Steel the city is blinded with light.

A giant billboard almost the same height of The Daily Planet buildings globe a screen is activating for the first time showcasing a ad for the next Presidential campaign.

A black screen appears quickly light stirs in the back a spot light exposes him in mid way of the scene droning about whatever I scripted for him.

The video is captivating the citizens of this fair city especially piquing the interest of one person in particular a Mr. Clark Kent who is on a mission.

Avoiding his current assignment Clark digs for his cellphone pressing a contact the cell phone rings calling a private number to whom a stranger answers.

“Mr. Kent, how can I help you? Yes I do Mr.

Allen. I can get you a meeting.” The stranger replies making another call and then texting the Clark details.

Mr. Kent smirks heading him to change his clothes, he packs his costume in a suitcase he dashes out catching a cab he is on a mission.

Clark steps into the building with an air of The House Of L confidence rising into him he is right to not trust the President Allen’s campaign plans.

Clark strolls onto the elevator alerting all go my AI system of his presence my faint ideas of what this meeting is about are now ended.

The camera moving in a odd array of moves

scanning his body entirely with a x-ray and interface gives me a blueprint copy of his body.

“My, my….what are you hiding from me Mr. Kent?” I say analyzing his non human scan of his physiology a body worthy of a gold medal.

“Oh Mr. Kent, you want to see me well I do say it’s honor to meet The Man of Steel himself.” I answer in to the speaker.

Clark looks up in a state of confusion he is caught off guard when the elevator takes advantage of shaft dropping in a free fall.

Clark no longer in the illusion of his secret identity he flew off the ground breaking into the roof but he is unable to he through.

He fell back onto the bottom cart the box goes haywire as Clark loses his mind at the scene the room goes black spiral paste on to the ceiling.

“You are right on time Clark focus onto the ceiling let it draw you in, relinquishing all of your control and forgetting everything else.”

“Your body stuck the floor of the cart a heat wave of psychological and physical pain is overtaking you with kryptonite inducing led”

“NNNNNNOOOOOOOO! I refuse to let you win this, I will never allow you to control me, I am The Man Of…I mean the Pussy of Steel”

“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“You vile flee ridden fiend you won’t get away this.”

“Even with your own eminent defeat you still defy me.”

“I won’t…..aaaaaaahhhhhh”

“You will kneel, you will bow and obey”

“Cat got your tongue”

“Activate manipulation row full throttle”

“Time to meet your maker”

“Your ultimate demise begins now”

The elevator implodes from inside forming a shield covering The Man Of Steel in a green cascade spinning in mid air exposing his body and mind to my brainwashing.

“Allow me if you will to construct the real a plus grade of truth for to envision who and what you are.”

“Your family hates, your friends hate you, the world fears you and view how I am the only who care about you.”

“I own you Superman, I am your maker, your creator and owner”

“You bound to me for your life you are not hero”

“Say it boi”

“No……….I”

“I Said Say It”

“I am not a hero….oooooohhhhhh….aaahhh”

“Oh God! I am your Master Lawrence “

“You can stand up now and greet your ole protege”

“Superboy”

The end

#Hypno Submission

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clawsextended · 6 months

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a a luminescent green cat waltzes its way to selina's legs, low purring audible as its wispy whiskers nuzzle at her legs. if one pets it, the fur will feel realistic: soft to the touch, chilled by the november air. clearly it is a construct but it is a very well-made one, nearly lifelike if not for the aberrant color.

mrow.

watching from afar, the young green lantern wonders if this is enough of a peace offering to approach the famous cat lady of gotham for intel.

my, what a guy — ! the cat herself is silent, wandering through alleys on scarlet-bottomed heels, on her way home to start dinner. a black burberry trench slings over the crook of her arm, inner lining a cold baby blue.

the emerald fur is curious, something selina is both perplexed and delighted by. she doesn’t raise a brow at the oddity — for all she knows it’s a kryptonite cat.

“sweet boy, are you all alone? it’s getting too chilly for kitties, you know. — hey, you wanna come home with me?”

brown eyes are almost tender molten gold beneath the dimly fluorescent street lamp.

@toirsire

#TOIRSIRE #CLAWS EXTENDED.#[nox she’s brimming with quiet glee and concern she’s always here for this.]

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stcnefruit · 1 month

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— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - iesha saeng-ah seol, adjunct professor of law/licensed attorney with private practice. bisexual, uses they/she/xe pronouns. vampire, six hundred and sixty-nine, appears twenty-nine. can default to appearance age/5+ for non-supernatural thread (if applicable). wanted opposites - m/f/nb, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - colleague, friend, date they've been seeing for a couple times, that one bitch who's supposedly from a line of vampire hunters but has never actually seen an honest to f*ck vampire in their life, etc, as long as it's not taboo give me all of your sh*t. plot - you were supposed to be discussing international law and cases and sh*t but it's a Sunday evening and you're at their house and now they're calling bullsh*t on the 'garlic repels vampires' folklore after cooking you something from the family heirlooms that you swear to God is not even an extant dish and plying you with wine???? really good wine at that???? or maybe you don't drink that's fine here just have more food and hey is it just you are they f*cking with you for fun or are their canines a little longer than usual. well

— there's only so long someone can talk about trade laws and governmental disputes before their soul looks like it's fixing to crawl halfway out of their body and into the open arms of God, so they're not surprised when the conversation takes a less... formal tone after the meal. vampires, though. their weaknesses, specifically. that's one for the books. they wouldn't have pegged the other as being even vaguely interested in poking around things older than law itself. there is the arch of an eyebrow, then, hovering, the slightest tell as they listen to them continue—curious, how invested this one seems to be in what to normal people is only a hypothetical. curious, how easy it is to figure out how much of it this one thinks is not. 'mean no disrespect, love, but listen to yourself,' they interrupt, wine glass in hand, half lounged over the back of the leather sofa like a cat sunning itself in the light of the open window, ceiling to floor. of course, it's pitch fucking black outside and it's Sunday night so there is no sunning to be had, but they'll never miss the opportunity for a good comparison. (the 1975 Léoville-Las Cases vintage still decanting in the glass doesn't hurt.) 'they've said this shit for years and i've heard it all. i've been all over the fucking world, toured the west coast of Africa twice, studied in France for nine years to get my degrees'—they don't linger on that part, because if the other thinks for too long and starts calculating shit they'll realize that xe'd have to be a fucking genius to head to Europe fresh out of xir teens and still wet behind the ears—'if garlic was really the undead's kryptonite i'd have a three story penthouse and a chauffeur waiting for me in hell at this point, the amount of things i've eaten. tonight included.' xe lean over a little further, soft haze of the chandelier above xem. 1950s, vintage Murano glass, Barovier & Toso mounted flush against the ceiling, light from the corners glinting off of the edge of a fang. veneers, on a cursory glance, unless you knew what you were looking for. 'you know what i think? i think someone got pissy they couldn't eat garlic and passed it off as a vampire problem, and then never had to eat another clove of garlic in their life as a result because they were too busy making money off the rumors by selling it as a magic charm or some shit like that.' or, they were a vampire and just wanted to fuck with humans for the fun of it, she thinks, but who would she be if she gave up trade secrets just to catch the hint of another smile from her guest. terribly unprofessional, according to eomma. then again, professionalism is not what gets you a custom engraved stake to the heart on chuseok. missed by three inches, albeit, but eomma is not one to measure distance, just audacity and the nicely healed scar on her chest. no respect for the ancients, these days. // @indiestarter

#* open starters.#( * starters - iesha. )#( * threads - iesha. )#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #independent rp #indie starter #open starter #( * me writing about wine vintages and pulling up research while i'm under the drinking age................. the irony does not escape me #| had too much fun with this tho the lore is that in the main verse [supernatural] both Iesha's parents are 1. vampires and 2. super #| f*cking old ones. her mom's been around since the Shilla kingdom and her dad. well. haven't really seen him in 300 years give #| or take but he's been first tracked back to the heydays of the Ghana empire/the Igbo-Ukwu site in Nigeria. he's a little older ofc they #| just don't have tangible records of him before that. as for the assassination attempt xir mom is very offended that they didn't even #| try and get a proper stake to stab her [the mom] with bc the Buddhist prayers engraved on there are fake which means someone didn't #| do their due diligence. if you're going after a vampire descended from Buddhist monks that's an insult sksksksk #| unlike Vasti however Iesha WILL in fact bite. they have teeth especially for that but they'll ask first before yk. everything.#| i love them your honor )

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