Is it late again for me? I don't care. You are getting another Nimona post. The only difference is that I'm formatting it properly since I'm more awake than the last couple of times I talked about Nimona.
Went to just go rewatch the demon baby clip that's on YouTube, and I have only just noticed that Nimona really looks like he could be Ballister's son. Nimona has dark hair and dark clothing like he does, which even has a little hoodie, resembling Ballisters cloak. You can even see that Nimona has similar dark circles around his eyes, like Ballister.
Of course, in the natural light like the pic above, you can see that Nimonas skin is lighter and his eyes are still pink.
But when they are in the car, because the window is tinted, his eyes look more brown, and his skin just looks a bit darker, so it looks closer to Ballister's skin tone.
And, let's be real here, if this isn't the most father and child moment of the dad being angry with the kid, especially when they say the most ridiculous shit after something serious happened and there was a long moment of silence on the car ride back home, then idk what is.
The point is, is that Nimona hasn't had a proper family in her life, or even a family period. Nobody has cared and loved her, and Ballister is the first person she can relate to. Whether she's even aware of it or not, Nimona is starting to see him as a father figure and picks a form that could have him be mistaken as Ballister's son, or rather be accepted by Ballister as his kid.
Which, of course, happens by the end of the movie.
Something, something, something, I'm losing my fucking mind and if you haven't lost it either because of this movie it's because you are either lying or you haven't watched it.
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(8/22) prompt: vulnerable — 1130 words (nsfw; explicit sexual content) @jegulus-microfic
Regulus knows that this isn’t what people have in mind when they tell him he needs to let himself be more vulnerable in his relationship. He knows that what’s been suggested to him is actually expressing emotion, actually letting the less than stellar bits of himself be seen.
It’s just that, he really can’t be bothered to give a fuck about that when he’s naked and on his knees, hands tied up behind his back, eyes covered with a silk blindfold.
Honestly, it’s about as fucking vulnerable as it gets, physically speaking.
He never knows which way James is going to take things. Whether James is going to drive him to the edge and pull him back from it repeatedly. Or if James is going to see how many times he can make Regulus come before he’s a sobbing mess, begging to stop. Sometimes James doesn’t let him come at all, uses him as a couple of convenient holes to get himself off and calls it a night. Those times are particularly brutal, but it’s always made up to him in the morning.
Regardless, Regulus has been stressed the fuck out about work deadlines and about the bullshit drama with his friends and about his brother’s ridiculous wedding planning. He’s had a lot on his plate and letting James temporarily take it all off his plate for him, relinquishing the control he typically has a death grip on just for a few hours, it’s. Well, it’s just what he needs right now, okay?
His knees already ache where they’re pressed into the hardwood so he shifts his weight, trying to get some blood flow back. He breathes carefully through his nose, trying to stay calm even as his heart races in his chest. Flexing his hands, he tests the binds around his wrists, feels the delicious sting along the soft skin.
A hand trailing down his jaw startles him enough to jolt. He hadn’t even heard James approach from his left. James breathes out an airy chuckle and grips his chin, knocks his head around a little before abruptly pushing his thumb into Regulus’ mouth. Regulus sucks tightly around it immediately.
“Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” James murmurs above him, voice gravelly.
Regulus nods, humming when James presses down on his tongue, forcing his mouth open. James slides his thumb out, tugging downward with the drag of his thumbnail at Regulus’ bottom lip. Then his hand is gone entirely, Regulus mourning the loss as he listens closely to the couple steps James takes around him.
“Need something in your mouth tonight, is that it?” He’s in front of him now, and Regulus knows what that means.
“Yes,” He sighs.
James tuts at him, a borderline patronizing sound. “That’s not how you ask for something, love.”
Regulus’ tongue darts over his lips, breathing in unevenly. For two seconds he thinks to be a brat about it, just to see what happens. Just to know what James might do this time. But he’s also so fucking keyed up, he’s not sure he can take it right now.
“Please, baby, will you let me suck you off?”
“Oh, is that all?” It’s a taunt more than anything and Regulus shivers at the low timbre, the vague sense of dangerous implication.
“Please,” He repeats, whispering this time, hands clenching into fists behind his back.
He feels like he’s going to fucking buzz right out of his skin if he doesn’t get something soon. His cock aches, hard and heavy curved up toward his belly, but he knows that won’t get touched for a while, maybe not at all. He’s been kneeling on the floor for fifteen minutes now and aside from James touching his face, letting him suck on his thumb for those few seconds, he hasn’t touched him since getting him tied up and blindfolded. Just left him there, needing.
Regulus hears the creak in the floorboard as James shuffles a small step nearer. He doesn’t reach out and grip his hair yet, doesn’t guide him at all.
Instead, in a lowered voice laced with his own want, he says, “Find it yourself.”
There’s a whimper that slips past Regulus’ lips, unbidden, as he tilts forward blindly. He can’t move too quick and lose his balance, but he manages. At first, he misses entirely, nose nudging into the hot skin of James’ thigh. He mouths his way along from there until he feels the coarse hair at the base of James’ cock. The leaking head glides along his cheek before Regulus shifts to drag his tongue in a long, broad stripe up the length.
Before Regulus can do more than wrap his lips around the head, James fists a hand in his dark curls. His scalp stings from the tight hold and he is bold enough this time to squirm against it, just so James pulls. And he does, oh, he does. He yanks sharply, tugs his head back far enough that Regulus has lost where his mouth was ready to take James’ cock. When his lips part in a gasp, though, James sees it as an opportunity.
“Tongue out.” James says it, Regulus immediately complies.
James wastes no time after that, fucking into his face while he grips at his hair. Regulus can’t move in his grasp, can barely breathe with the constant thrusts at the back of his throat. Spit gathers at the corners of his lips, starts dripping down his chin the longer James slows and speeds up again, using his mouth for all it’s currently worth. Tears collect and soak into the blindfold over Regulus’ eyes as he chokes once, twice, and James just keeps going.
When James finally is reaching his peak, however, it’s not down Regulus’ throat that he comes. He pulls out, a thick string of drool connecting Regulus’ swollen, reddened lips and the tip of James’ cock. James repeats his instruction from before. Through the static in his brain, Regulus manages it, panting out his open mouth. A few seconds later James is letting out a long moan, coming on Regulus’ outstretched tongue, his lip, his cheek, his eyebrow where it peeks over his blindfold.
He feels positively wrung out and it’s not even his orgasm. James swipes his thumb through both come and drool lingering around Regulus’ mouth, shoves it between his lips to feed it to him.
“That’s so good, love. You did so good.” James wiggles his thumb back and forth over his tongue, Regulus groaning around it before it’s slipped back out. “Feel okay?”
“M’fuckin’ great,” Regulus mumbles dazedly, voice as wrecked as he feels.
James’ voice is nearer, more at his level, when he trails fingers up Regulus’ thigh and says, “Well, let’s make you even better then, shall we?”
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