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đ« â this account has mature & dark content. tuna àšà§ 23 they/them . #1 sanzu defender, jason todd apologist ! â RULES â MASTERLIST â WEB VER.! â
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if u leave tumblr, ill mourn ur loss pookie
not leaving !!! đ ANYTIME SOON
I hope you're doing well, you're not the most active and I'm always scared that you're gonna disappear all of a sudden lol.
THANK YOU FOR ASKING !!! I'M DOING WELL đ
I'm kind of... lets say not very used to the social part of social media. I usually lurk around and like not say anything so just making random post about my day or at least me still being alive is kind of hard. I honestly just encourage y'all to send me asks.
THE TIM FIC đđđđ
god you're heaven-sent
THANK YOUUU!!
can yall tell I'm trying to be more active
finally a dom!reader blog that writes about batman đđ I used to pray for times like this
I DID TOO

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hiii ur red hood fic really opened my third eye like it was scrumptious !! but may i request tim drake with a bimbo/himbo reader (gn or whatever u prefer !!) who is tired of people thinking that they're the submissive one in the relationship by the media (doesn't help that tim likes to be a brat and feed into the rumors) so they take it upon themselves to put him in his place ! yummy brat taming mmm
âLIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!â
pairing. Sub!brat!Tim Drake x Top!himbo!male reader
synopsis. Tim Drake has the internet fooledâheâs got everyone thinking heâs the one in charge, And you? The soft, golden retriever boyfriend who carries his bags. Itâs cute. Until Tim starts leaning into the act just a little too hard. Now itâs time to remind your baby boy exactly whoâs in chargeâand shut that bratty little mouth the only way heâll learn. â 4.6k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, brat taming, blow-job, soft dom, hair pulling, power play, dumbification, overstimulation, choking, light degradation, spanking, praise kink, subspace, name-calling (slut, baby boy, etc.), aftercare, Tim is a little menace <3
Tim Drake had been smirking all damn day.
It started smallâbarely-there glances during the morning interview, the casual way he leaned into your side when the camera panned your way. But it escalated. Fast.
By the time lunch hit, the internet was already eating it up. A now-viral clip of Tim sitting in your lap at last nightâs gala, fingers twirling lazily through your hair while he whispered something into your ear. The caption? "tim got that man wrapped around his finger đđ"
You werenât mad.
You knew what you looked like next to himâsix foot something, soft-voiced, sweet to a fault. The golden retriever boyfriend. And Tim? Sharp suit. Sharp eyes. Sharper mouth.
Of course they thought he was the one in charge.
But Tim knew better.
âYouâre really gonna let them think that?â you asked, sometime after dinner, when he curled up on the couch beside you, phone in hand and that same smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âThink what?â he asked, too innocently.
You narrowed your eyes. âThat you call the shots.â
Tim didnât even look up. Just shrugged, thumbs still tapping the screen. âWell. I mean. Have you ever said otherwise?â
You stared at him.
He smirked wider.
âIâm joking,â he added, too quickly, slipping the phone into the pocket of his hoodie. âMostly.â
âMostly?â
Tim climbed into your lap again, just like he had in the video. He settled in like he belonged thereâlike you were his throneâand looked up at you, all lashes and mischief.
âI mean,â he said, voice low, âyou donât exactly correct people when they say I keep you in check.â
You arched a brow. âBecause I think itâs funny. You, keeping me in check? Baby, you cry when I change the Netflix password.â
âOkay, that was one time. And I was stressed.â
You leaned in. âYou pouted for three days.â
âI missed my show!â
Your hands found his waist, big and warm and just a little firmer than before.
âAnd now youâre feeding into it,â you murmured, tone dipping, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. âRetweeting the edits. Dropping quotes in interviews. Looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â he asked, too fast.
âLike you want me to prove you wrong.â
That shut him up.
His breath hitched.
And when he met your gaze again, the smirk faltered just enough to tell you everything you needed.
You pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw, light and sweet.
Then you whispered, âUpstairs. Now.â
Tim didnât move right away. He blinked up at you like he hadnât expected you to actually say it out loud.
You arched a brow. âDid I stutter?â
He swallowed. âNo, sir.â
God, he was such a fucking brat. You loved him.
i need to smoke a blunt with you. YOU SOUND SO FUN TO HANG AROUND !!!!!
REALLY???? I'm kinda boring in real life tho... like I don't have any friends, people don't usually gravitate towards me. And when they do, I'm horrible at keeping those relationships. Like we may hit it off at first, but then the moment we talked about all the things we have in common it feels like there's nothing left to talk about, and then its just awkward moments of you still seeing each other but not talking... ANYWAYS!!!!! I'M THE LIGHT AT PARTIES I SWEAR. IM LIKE THE FUNEST PERSON TO HANG WITH WHEN UR HIGHHHH
GRAHHHH Omfg your writing is amazing đ» (Please marry me)
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Im wearing the good undies btw
eat me?đđš (anon from RAWRđŁ)
i saw that you write for naruto, mha and like jason todd, right? [imagine freaky sonic]
i'll be coming up with ideas for you, just wait...
I'm waiting đ
how do you make your writing so RAWR gyatt goat
i will eat everything you writeđĄ
I will eat you. đč

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I donât think we could request anything better than that!!! Perfection đ
THANK YOU !!! đ
I feel like im being glazed.... p.s. I like it
Me opening tumbler every other day to check if you posted a banger
(I'm your muzan obsessed anonđ»)
Do you want to be anon?â°(  á  )â say yes please please please please please please please please please please please please please
Tuna I love your works so much Iâm struggling with finding something good enough to request-
LIKE WHAT DO UOU MEAN YOU WROTE THAT MASTERPIECE JUST NOW FOR A FANDOM UOURE NOT EVEN A PART OF???
Next level writer here fr đđđđđđ
I mean, I'm kinda in the fandom now? When the aventurine ask came in, I didn't play the game. Now I do, but I don't want to add it to my rules because I'm still kind of a new player. I'm so happy people like my work!â§â(â°âżâ°)ââ§
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aventurine
âLET ME SHOW YOU WHO I AM"
HEAR ME OUT
Aventurine and his partner have been together for a while when they somehow try working through Aventurineâs past trauma by showing him what a true master is like (reader)
Note - heavy bdsm, master/slave, anything else youâd like but I would prefer this being a healthier one so not non/con or forced
Thank you! đđ
âLET ME SHOW YOU WHO I AMâ
pairing. Sub!Aventurine x Top!male reader
synopsis. In where Aventurine finally submits on his own terms, he learns what it means to be touched without being taken. â 4.3k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, master/slave kink, collaring kink, light bondage, fingering, blowjob, handjob, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, subspace, aftercare, safe word use, past trauma, discussions of past abuse, implied SA (not graphic), hurt/comfort
The room was quiet.
Not sterile. Not cold. It smelled faintly of lavender and wax polishâwarm light spilling from a shaded lamp. The blinds were drawn. The door was locked.
Aventurine stood in the center of the room like a model in a glass case, posed. Perfect. Still. He had removed his gloves first. Then his rings. Then his coat. Every motion methodical. Almost clinical.
Youâd seen him negotiate with CEOs more relaxed than this.
You sat on the edge of the couch, legs slightly parted, arms resting on your knees, watching him like he was something fragile. Not in the way that meant heâd breakâbut in the way that meant he already had, at some point, and learned to glue himself together into someone flawless.
And he was flawless. That was the problem.
"You're not breathing," you said quietly.
Aventurine blinked. Then inhaled like he forgot that he needed to. A short, clipped breath. He forced a smile. "I'm just⊠preparing."
"For what?"
He paused. "To give you what you want."
You let that sit. Let him feel it.
Then you stoodâslow, controlledâand stepped into his space.
"Look at me."
He did. Carefully. He always looked carefully, like his gaze was a scalpel and he was afraid to cut too deep.
You reached out, brushing your knuckles against his jaw. He didnât lean into it. He didnât flinch either. He simply absorbed the touch like it was something he had to endureâan input to be processed, not felt.
âI want you to listen,â you said. âAnd I want you to listen as Aventurine. Not as someone performing. Not as a client trying to impress me. As you.â
His throat worked as he swallowed. ââŠIâm listening.â
âIâm not asking you to submit because I want to dominate you.â
He stiffened.
âIâm asking you to submit because I want to keep you safe.â
A silence followed. Longer this time.
You let your hand fall from his jaw and gently, deliberately, took his hand in yours. You turned it palm-upâhis fingers were smooth, trembling ever so slightly.
You pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.
âThatâs the only reason,â you said. âEverything elseâthe commands, the structure, the rules⊠those are tools. Not punishments. Not games. They're ways to show you something you werenât allowed to believe.â
He stared at you, eyes flickering. âWhich is?â
âThat being owned can feel like being protected.â
His lips partedâthen closed again. He didnât speak.
But he was still listening.
So you guided him to the couch. You sat down first, then tugged him forward by the hand until he was kneeling between your legs. Not to humble himâto center him.
"Now," you murmured, letting your fingers brush along his throat. âLetâs make something clear before we go further.â
Aventurine swallowed again. You felt it beneath your fingertips.
"You are mine only if you choose to be. And that choice doesnât disappear just because you're in a collar or calling me Master."
His breath hitched. Slightly.
"You have a safeword. And you will use it."
You felt him tenseâbut it wasnât fear. It was confusion.
âWhy?â he asked softly. âDo you think Iâll regret it?â
âNo,â you said. âI think someone else made you believe you werenât allowed to.â
He froze.
And there it was.
That flicker. That twitch beneath the surface. You saw it behind his eyesâhow he wanted to deflect, wanted to throw on that trademark smirk and laugh you off, pretend none of it reached him.
But it did.
Because the first time you called him "slave," he hadnât flinched. But he hadnât melted either. He had looked like someone waiting to be hurt. Obedient, yesâbut not present.
You didnât want that again.
âI donât want obedience like that,â you whispered.
His lashes flicked up. His eyes were wetâbut not crying.
You kissed the space between his brows. âI want your devotion. Your trust. Not your fear.â
He went still.
ââŠThen I donât know how to be yours,â he said softly.
You tilted his chin up.
âThatâs okay,â you said. âIâll teach you.â
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The collar was black. Supple leather, lined in deep velvet. Not flashy. Not harsh. Nothing sharp or ornamental. It wasnât a trophy. It was a promise.
You fastened it slowly around Aventurineâs throat, adjusting the buckle until it sat snug against his skin, resting in the hollow between his collarbones. His breathing had grown shallower with every click, every brush of your fingers. But he didnât pull away.
He didnât stop you.

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Every post is a banger!!! Are you still accepting requests? Because I love how you write and id love to read more <3
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