#Recovered!S/o

[littleoceanbabe]

i have been attacked. humiliated. demoralized. ASK THE MAN ABOUT THE DINOSAURS, PODCAST BOY 🫵

[taviokapudding]

Simon Petrikov has always been a GILF and before the crown took over his mind, I think we can all agree long white haired - not ice king yet Simon was kinda hot before the madness set in

Now that I have your attention - hear me out AT fandom- what if Ice Prince in Fionna’s dreams is what Simon/Ice King thought he was throughout the original Adventure Time series?

I always thought Ice King having extremely high self confidence was just a gag or joke before we learned about who Simon was- but there’s tons of instances where he declares he’s hot & doesn’t mind showing off his body in the original. And with the canon 12 yr time skip, we know now everything about Fionna & Cake’s AU and Ice King’s actions to form the AU was based off the madness of the crown playing into Simon’s wish fulfillment, trauma, & life; but also a form of escapism from his reality as a lonely man in a world he cannot relate too.

In the original & first appearance of the AU Ice Queen is H O T {and I’m not just saying that as a pansexual} she is leagues more attractive than how Ice King was and I would argue looks more like what I think Betty would look like if she wore the crown. She’s wish fulfillment but being heavily crown coded explains why she’s no longer Simon’s mind/Fionna’s dreams.

But Ice Prince? That is way more Simon coded than crown & also doesn’t match any of the male background characters we do see in episode 1. What if that’s not just Simon wishing he could be more like Ice King but instead what he actually thought he looked like the whole time the crown controlled him for all those centuries? That would explain why Ice King was so shameless but also partially explain why Simon mentions in ep 2 of Fionna and Cake that he both misses but hates what Ice King looked like.

Yes it’s a Tuxedo Mask reference & an obvious sign Simon still has some magic powers, but you cannot deny that if Simon wanted to dress as Ice King he’d probably go a more Ice Prince style to line up with how he currently dresses. If the AU remained the AU that was all originally knew, Ice Queen would’ve been some evil Sailor Scout or Queen Beryl coded character to Fionna Campbell; Ice Prince wouldn’t be a thing if it was just an alternate universe. And that tall glass of frosty water is definitely what Simon wished he looked like {honestly me too, Ice Prince is so gender}

EDIT: Btw in ep 2 of Fionna and Cake, Ice Queen is seen as the icecream vendor and she looks nothing like Simon but way more like a cross between the Gunther penguins and crown. And yes I know Fionna “dates” Ice King in the original au - my point still stands that it’s still what Simon wanted/thought he looked like with the crown on. Fionna Campbell would be into a very blue robes & wacky eyebrows Ice Prince and Ice Queen wouldn’t be just an icecream vendor who’s nice to kids if the crown had influence still

[deus-ex-mona]

started from “good morning! you have bedhead!”, now we’re here

[roseofhybrids]

flip flaps

[polestargios]

OKAY BUT LIVE ACTION REX LETS GOOOOOOOOOO Omfg

[bee-tone]

sometimes I'll see a fic and go "oh that premise is cool!" and then I'll read it and it'll be medically inaccurate and I want to scream

[silverselfshippingchaos]

ugghhh wintertime sucks!! I'm sad and tired and sad all the time.. I need a nap.. and f/o cuddles.. and another nap..

[pyrotation]

Kiss meme, morning kiss with pyro and whoever you choose

i was incredibly Enabled to do this pairing

:3

[obsessivecreechur]

so. look. i have no idea if any of my followers like s/plat/oon, but. listen. hear me out. i wanna make the antique t/elephone robot pregnant

i came up with this idea almost a year ago and have been building on it since he l p

[realmforged]

what if 'a date with death' mc.....

[one-abuse-survivor]

Today I realised I don't remember the last time I had a full-blown emotional flashback and I have been trying to wrap my head around that for hours now

[deus-ex-mona]

anyways that’s too much lxl on the dash. stream karakuri pierrot instead~

[xenophiliarp]

in a private jet, on the way to a vacation spot. ~for Clark

There was no reason for this, he was goading her to react. After a little flaunt and visit to a preview to some show MJ guest starred on, before she got purchased, that progressed on for a while but got wrapped up into a finale motion picture.

She was invited to attend out of courtesy.

But how could he resist taking her for a walk down the red carpet, tugging her along by her collar? He let her walk like a normal person, after all that dress was worth four times what he’d paid for her, yeah it barely fit her, it was little more than two strings that hung from her shoulders loosely and accentuated her bruise-covered hips, he’d been so mean to her lately he figured that he ought to do something nice for his firecracker, let her recover from the multitude of his… ambitious affections.

So he’d decided he’d give her a break.

On the private jet they were being transported in to some time spent far away from society for a while. Not even bothering with staying for the premiere of this movie, but a little more than a quickie on their reserved balcony seats. But that was already quite a while ago, and he felt like giving her a break, the slightest insignificant of a twinge of oops with the newly placed hand mark around her throat.

He still felt like he deserved something special for taking her out in public, getting her a new, one-of-a-kind dress… but MJ was not the one who he had his eye on. Not with the lovely pets working themselves silly to his beck and call. Look at how pretty they were dressed, not at all like the fiery piece of red sitting across the table from him, all of them wearing the simplest of matching uniforms. Skirts that came no further down than a large belt, blouses so tight you could practically see an active pulse, with buttons threatening to pop at any sudden movement. And the one serving him the most, her nametag read Michelle.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Clark said to Watson after having new rules for each time she came to bring him something, he took the string barely classifying as underwear when he sent her for a drink. He told her to let her hair down, long fuzzy brown curls no longer contained to the presentable ponytail demanded to the plane’s uniformity. Rather than telling her, at that point too, he unbuttoned her blouse himself, it did nothing save for covering a width of skin below her navel. He then tucked the shirt in such a way to leave her perky tits on display to his liking. “She’s a new toy.

“If you wanted to, you could call her ‘MJ’ too,” she’d come back a third time now, and he’d spat on his fingers and slipped them inside of the young woman. “She’s only a few years younger than you, tight… so sensitive.” He’d pulled her across his lap, toying with her much more aggressively, “Poor thing never made it to college like she’d been trying to.”

Clark continued groping and shoving his fingers deeply into this woman, a few mere inches away from Mary-Jane, paying her no real mind as he helped himself to this new toy. “Good girl, you can cum, good girl, nice and easy let it out, sweetie.” The redhead had never heard such affection and encouragement, let alone such directed to her. “So very, very sensitive.” Another new thing unknown to his redhead, he brought his hands to his mouth, licked his fingers clean, “Yummy.” He said, bringing his attention back to her after saying that in the most taunting tone to her.

“You’re not upset we didn’t stay for the movie, are you? I told you we weren’t going to, it’s my birthday next weekend and I wanted to fly us out early.” Clearly more important, not just him wanting to get practice in with the newest toy he’d bought for himself. He thought it was so funny her initials were the same, a little younger than he normally purchased, but it was all legal and official like… most of his dealings. She had the same matching bulky leather collar that all his other collectibles wore, even the tags were identical with those two letters. The nametags were redundant, but he’d requested it like the rest of the specifications to their outfits. He wanted to indulge himself with this new toy he’d bought himself, this screening wasn’t important to him like Michelle and his birthday celebrations were.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

Danny is 18, and is on the run from Vlad, who wanted to reattempt his cloning plot. In order to do that, he had to see why Dani was the only cloning that managed to survive. Sam, Tucker,the Fentons and Jazz are dead

So he kidnapped her, and in the process, Dani deaged to an infant. Currentlyx they were both nearing Gotham, and, the GIW were on their tail

Danny made it all the way to Bristol before he had to stash Dani in a alley and deal with the GIW agents

Danny doesn’t return.

An hour later Thomas and Martha Wayne were out for a walk with their one month old son when the heat faint cries of a baby from an alley.

They enter the alley and see an infant girl wrapped in a blanket covered with stars. Her only belongings were a green thermos, vials of bright green liquid and a red beanie with the name ‘Danielle Jane’ scrawled on it.

Normally they would’ve reported this to the police, but everyone knew that the police was corrupted and the fosters homes were horrible.

Besides, there was something about the girl that seemed… otherworldly.

So, the took her in.

Teh next week, the Gotham Gazette was printing papers with the front page ‘Wayne family reveals female twin, Danielle Jane Wayne!’

They had pretended that Danielle was the twin that they didn’t know about until the due date and she came out sickly, so the doctors kept her in the hospital until she recovered.

As they grew up, Dani and Bruce were inseparable, with Dani not remembering her halfa side and Bruce not knowing they weren’t twins. They looked similar enough anyway.

All that change when the twins were 8. Thomas and Martha died, and the pain, shock and grief triggered Dani’s memories of being a halfa. The death kick started Bruce’s quest for vengeance (Dani wouldn’t seek vengeance, she couldn’t, not after Dan)

They began to drift apart. Bruce didn’t tell her about his vigilante plans and Dani didn’t tell him about her halfa status.

By the time they were 19 and Bruce dropped out of collage, they both began traveling. Bruce to train, Dani to have fun.

Dani continued traveling when Bruce returned, promising to visit. Eventually Gotham forgot about the Wayne Heiress, especially as Batman appeared and Bruce adopted more children. Bruce also forgot to tell his kids about their ‘bio’ aunt

There are a couple ways the Batkids could find out about Dani

- Bruce gets lost in the Time stream and Alfred was deemed too old to get custody and Dick was deemed too young. No one knows what to do now, until Alfred calls in Dani, who arrives and immediately gets custody, reminding Gotham that she exists.

- a batkid is cleaning out the attic/empty rooms as a punishment and finds the Fenton thermos, ecto vials, and baby blanket.

Batkid (probs Dick): Bruce why do you have Lazarus pit water in your attaric??

Everyone: …

Bruce: … what?

Alfred: ah, those are your sisters

Bruce: where did Dani get Lazarus water? She hasn’t been at the Manor in years

Batkids: …we have an aunt???

Alfred: Martha and Thomas found her in an alley with those belongings. She seems to have forgotten to collect them. I shall give her a call.

Bruce: …Dani isn’t my twin sister?

Batkids: YOU HAVE A TWIN??!?

Bruce: WELL APPARENTLY NOT @jc-llex

- Bruce and the JLA are breaking into a GIW facility to get evidence for a murder (a collage boy named Daniel Fenton) and found Dani breaking in at the same time

-Dani ends up dating a JLA member and said member introduces her to the team (bonus points if it’s Hal or Diana)

- SO MUCH ANGEST AND CRACK AND FLUFF COULD BE FIT UNTO THIS PROMPT D O Y O U S E E T H E V I S I O N ? ? ?

[bwabys-scenarios]

Can you do one where kurapika asks his s/o to sit on his face while he eats them out?? If that's okay!

(Also this is my first request so I'm so sorry if it's not good😭)

“… come again?”

You as your boyfriend blushed furiously, tracing circles into your bare thigh. “D-don’t make me ask again…”

Kurapika pouted a bit, you weren’t used to seeing him this shy!

He had just looked up at you, his scarlet eyes shining and his face red as he asked you that question that had your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Sit on my face, princess.”

Your own cheeks grew warm, and you settled on top of him. Kurapika was quick to move into position, desperate to get to your pussy and taste you.

As you hovered over his face, he rubbed your thighs, gently pulling you closer. “I said sit, don’t hover. Sit on my face.”

With that you finally settled, feeling hsi tongue lap against your cunt before burying itself into your folds. His hot breath fanned against your warm cunt, making your clit twitch.

“K-Kurapika!”

You grabbed hold of his blonde locks, and he slowly guided your hips, helping you ride his face. Feeing your plump thighs squishing against your cheeks and your juices flow down his throat was the pinnacle of pleasure.

His cock twitched from the confines of his boxers, begging to be released, but he focused on your pleasant weight atop him, how your hips moved on your own now.

He nuzzled his nose against your clit, inhaling your sent as his tongue continued to fuck in and out of you. Soon he could feel you clenching around him, covering his face in your cum.

It took you a while to recover, but Kurapika wasn’t done with you yet. He continued to overstimulate your poor cunt until you were a blubbering mess, only able to buck your hips as he held onto your thighs, keeping you there.

Your brain was too fuzzy, pussy too desperate to be filled to protest when he finally settled you down and fucked into you, his cock now buried in your warmth.

He had never came so much before, but he shot koaf after load into you, his lips on your neck and shoulder sucking hard.

Kurapika was a hungry man, desperate to please you, even if it was to the point of tears.

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NSFW TAGLIST: @adissonsss @lightshowerrr @snugglyshoji @mssmil3y

[mixingandmelting]

hey so for the batboys, what kind of romantic accidents do you think happen to them? Like imagine Nightwing falling on top of s/o and you think it’s gonna be romantic but s/o just kneed him in the dick by accident and s/o banged their head on the floor?

Dick:

Ow. Ouch. Mother of all owies and her children. He’s in so much pain. A groan slips past his lips as he collapses all the while clutching where it hurts the most. To much of his shame as a vigilante and dog owner, he didn’t notice Haley’s toy lying there on the floor. And you happened to be standing right in front of him. It would’ve been more romantic had his lips landed on yours, maybe even going as far as starting a make-out session. Not getting mini-him kneed out of the reflex of your head slamming into wood. 

“Ow… Oh my god, Dick are you okay-?”

Glad to hear his misery relieves your pain from the snort you let out. Most definitely at him in fetal position, recovering from the unwarranted attack. He really does love you. Call him a sap all you want; he wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world, all his desires and everything he dreams you take the shape of and embody. And he knows you feel the same way. Or so he hopes. Right now is the moment of truth. Whether you’ll spare him the embarrassment and comfort him like all other good significant others. He means, it is technically your fault so-

“Do, ahem, do you want ice? For you know… down there?”

Oh for crying out loud.  

“No.” He throws a feeble glare at you over his shoulder.You do realize he can see your shoulders shaking, right? Few minutes later and a nice back-patting session (much to his relief and humiliation), he’s sulking. Hardcore sulking. Leading to the repeat of what happened prior to the incident, this time with roles reserved where you’re following him around like a lost duckling and him continually walking away with his arms crossed. 

Jason:

Strings of curses leave his mouth, pain throbbing from his nose. That had to be one of the hardest headbutt he ever experienced. He was trying to prevent you from banging your head onto the corner of the table after he saw you trip. But as he pulled you toward him, his foot got stuck in the bottom ledge of the sofa that he failed to remember was right behind him.  Bet on your breath mingling with his, face too close for comfort. In all the wrong ways. 

Seems like you’re faring better than him, slowly sitting up on top of him and rubbing your head. 

“Oof, you alright Jaybi- Oh my god you’re bleeding!”

He pulls the hand that he was using to rub his nose away to check. Huh, he really is. He lets out a grunt which you mistake as him hurting when it’s from losing your warmth abruptly when you slide off him. He wanted you to stay, not leave. He can never get tired of your presence, always wanting to bask in it 24/7. Hence the scowl behind his hand when he fails miserably to grab and stop you before getting up to start the process in stopping the bleed. 

Soon you come back with tissues, ice, and wet towels. Stuffing tissues into the hand that’s cradling his nose, you hold the ice to the back of his neck with one hand while the other is wiping the rest of the blood off. 

You don’t notice the devious gleam in his eyes, too busy inspecting if he’s injured anywhere else . Good. With a satisfied smirk plasters his face, you yelp from surprise as he pulls up and plops you down back on his lap. Yep, he already feels much better. 

Tim: 

He can hear his heart beating in his ears, the other four of his senses going into overdrive. You’re so close, a sheet of paper’s width away from him. Should he do it? Maybe he should do it. Lean a little bit closer and he would have his lips on yours anyways, so why not? 

“Ow!”

“Who the- What? Ti-, no, Re-, no, Babe?”

He stumbles back and wheezes. He probably deserved getting punched in the guts. He saw you on your phone and a second away from bumping into one of Penguin’s men. So he panicked, okay? Grabbing and caging you in a random alley, against the brick wall before the worst case scenario happens. He doesn’t blame you, having everything occurred in the spur of the moment. And How would you know it was him anyways? 

Or that’s what he tells himself to feel better anyways. He used to tease you were made of stone whenever you jabbed him or did something silly. Now He’s starting to believe it’s true because man, despite you always being sweet and tender to him (to which he’ll always crave and cherish), you pack a mean punch. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you and I thought I was getting kidnapped-“

“It-it’s fine.” Another wheeze. “I should’ve told you it was me.” 

Your eyes say otherwise when you somehow manage to lift his shirt showing Purple and blue blooming on his side. An argument ensues with him listing reasons why he didn’t need to get checked by Alfred as he didn’t need his “siblings” getting their hands on more black mail. Until you pull him towards you. Needless to say, he walks out of the alley with you hand-in-hand, heading towards a nearby urgent care. 

Duke:

The two of you are sitting by the hospital’s entrance. Your eyes are puffy with his belongings in your lab. He’s simply holding on his crutches. All he wanted was to experience his heroic moment of saving his loved one. And today, the opportunity came after school. Served on a silver platter and everything. You had slipped on the last few steps of the stairs and he, like usual, was waiting for you at his usual spot that’s next to them. He, thankfully, was able to catch you. Just. Not in his arms. 

“Duke!?” 

“I’m okay…”

“Like hell, you are!”

You were inconsolable during the ride and after he got admitted to the ER. He kept telling you it was fine, that it was on him had he not second-guessed at the very last second on what posture he was supposed to take on. But no matter what he said, you were dead silent, not making eye contact with him. It only got worse when the doctor told him he not only fractured his ribs, he sprained his ankle. His heart broke when he saw your hands pressed onto your face. All he wanted was to make himself appear dependable, someone you can always count on. 

“What?”

Oh shit. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. Slowly you got up from your chair. He braced himself for what was to come. When Bruce entered the room, he didn't know, other than seeing man nodding on the side to everything you said. Fast forward back to now, where he continues to fidget next to you.

“Don’t you dare do anything stupid for the next month, cause I’ll be checking in on you everyday.”

“Everyday?”

Dammit Bruce, he should've been benched for two months! Then he could’ve had two months of getting to hang out with you! 

Damian:

“Stop hitting me!”

“You stop hitting me!”

It’s been five minutes into the game of Hide-and-Seek Bat family version and somehow he’s stuck in a cabinet under the tea display case with you. It’s only because he loves you that stopped him from kicking you out (he ignores how it was you who found this place first). But now, he’s having second thoughts. The space can barely hold a single person and yet here two of you are, cramped and squished in the most uncomfortable positions. Forget about blushing or self awareness, it’s sweltering hot and difficult to breathe! You both tried everything, rearranging yourselves in every way and the only position that was deemed better than the rest is where your backs are against each other, arms wrapped around the thighs and feet propped up against the wooden walls. 

“Stop squirming or you’re going to get us caught!”

“Not everyone is as flexible as you!”

Quickly he jabs you, signalling another person entering the dining room. Though he found it odd. Just how poorly did everyone hide to get caught this easily? A minute passes. Two minutes. The person doesn’t leave and now he’s starting to get nervous. Out of nowhere, he realizes how pressed closed he is to you. Your body heat seeping into his and his into you. He has no plans to ever reveal to you how you are the only person who can ever make him feel at peace nor how he enjoys the colors you bring to his life. With these thoughts plaguing him, he succumbs and slowly lets his arm reach behind him so he could grab your hand.

“All right you love birds, that’s enough!”

You both tumble out and see the shit-eating grins everyone has on their face. Embarrassment and dread settles in. Those jerks knew and had planned to out him this whole time!