#.i love him ur honour.

[kiivg]

.Seany Boy 😭❤️.

[likeprongstostars]

bartylus frankenstein (bartenstein) au but regulus is not only in the pursuit of knowledge of creation but also wants a build-a-boyfriend simulator

plus some cut up vers.

[nxoxart]

@meanbossart i got the urge to draw them together again

[irlnicknelson]

FUCK this post and happy birthday nick nelson

[bildads-shoes]

aziraphale hate is azirawful pass it on

[darththrog]

"That man right there, Marco Reus. We're doing it for him" 💛

[adelinamoteru]

there is something just so amazing about jason coming back to life, seeing how the world remembered him and hating it. coming back to life and telling the people who loved him that they grieved him wrong. people worry if they’re doing the right thing x person would’ve wanted them to after they died, but no one has ever experienced something like that.

someone who you loved and mourned and who loved you back came back and was disgusted by what grief made of you. they didn’t want anything to do with you. how do you deal with the loss of someone you loved a second time around when they’re standing right in front of your eyes, breathing and alive again?

[harcove]

The relief and happiness in Gale's voice when you tell him he is going to keep travelling with you after he reveals his secret? That's a man who has been alone for a long time (I'm talking human/humanoid company)- a man who is with company for the first time in a long time, who maybe didn't realize how much he missed being with others, who is scared to be alone again; especially with the weight of his own demise. He doesn't want to be alone again.

[mysterycitrus]

What is your favourite Roy-related thing fic-wise that you have ever written?

my favourite roy-centric thing ive written is the as-of-yet unpublished persephone prequel that deals with the fallout of nightwing 93 and ty for asking cause i am dying to talk about it

[raz-writes-the-thing]

It's The Dominance Of The Thing (Bad Samaritan One-Shot)

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Cale wants you to ride his boot.

CW: It's Cale- that should be warning enough tbh, boot grinding, blood (super mild), choking, vague CNC, verbal humiliation, name-calling

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For such a string bean of a man, Cale was very foreboding. Incredibly foreboding. There was just something in how he carried himself- the way he spoke and in the way his energy rolled off him like even that was trying to get away from him. 

By all accounts, you should not have been attracted to him. The safest thing would have been not to be attracted to him. But you were, and by some (un)lucky twist of fate, he was attracted to you, too. 

Not that he’d ever seriously hurt you or anything. But it was just that he screamed ‘dangerous’ to all of your input receptors and you just ignored them anyway. You’re pretty sure Cale knew this. You’re also pretty sure he got off on knowing that you could be, at times, just a little scared of him. 

Like right now, for instance. 

You’d been sitting on your pillow in the lounge room on the floor when Cale came home. You had been working on an essay and had somehow just wound up on the floor. That happened sometimes. There were flecks of blood across his cheeks like crimson freckles that you’d noticed as he’d closed the door and gotten closer. You knew better than to ask where they’d come from. Cale had sat down on the couch behind you, his booted foot brushing against the outer curve of your ass. 

You leaned into his touch just a fraction, and a noise of satisfaction escaped his throat. 

“Turn around.” A command, not a question. 

You set your laptop down in front of you and turn to face him, essay forgotten. His expression is cool and calculated, and you watch with rapt attention at the way his eyes dilate from the sight of you kneeling before him. 

Cale adjusts his boot so it’s between your knees. You look down at the boot before sliding your gaze up his calf, thigh, tummy and finally back up to his face. His eyes flick downward, telling you without question exactly what he wants from you. 

You bite your lip and angle yourself to lower back down onto the ground. Your cunt rests on his boot and you suck in a breath. You know your cheeks are heating up and flushing the prettiest shade for him right now. It’s not the fact that it’s his foot- it’s the dominance that does it for you. 

Cale grunts in approval, and nods his head. Permission.

 

You experimentally grind yourself against the leather and a little gasp works its way free before you have time to stop it. Cale smirks, not taking his eyes off yours for a second. You flush darker, mouth dropping open just slightly as you roll your hips again. And again. God, this felt good. 

You reach to wrap your arms around his calf, gripping at the back of his knee for balance. Cale laughs now, but mockingly. Your eyes flick to the blood across his cheek, and you’re almost a little concerned at the way your clit pulses at the sight. 

Fuck. Your hips stutter up against his boot, and your eyes begin to droop as you succumb to the pleasure. 

“Fuckin’ look at me, slut,” he says, and you snap back to attention. Fingers flex against his denim-clad skin, and he tuts disapprovingly. “Look at you- humping yourself silly on my fuckin’ boot.” 

You nod, rocking your hips faster. The pleasure is melting into the burn of your muscles but you don’t dare stop. Not with the way Cale is looking at you. 

“Gonna cry? Fuck, you look like you’re gonna cry. Pathetic, darling. Yeah, you like that, I know. You love it when I call you names, don’t you?”

You whimper, struggling to keep your gaze on his when it burns with such intensity. Your insides are aching as you chase your orgasm. It’s getting closer, and you’re panting more now as you exert yourself over him. 

“Answer me,” he says evenly.  

“Y-yes, I love it,” you pant back, resting your forehead on his knee. He chuckles and leans forward in his seat. He’s sitting and yet somehow also leaning over you. His hand is suddenly in your hair, ripping your head back and forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Thought I told you to look at me, slut.” 

Your eyebrows screw up and you cling to him harder. 

“S-sorry sir,” you whimper out. Cale hums in a way that tells you that’s an acceptable apology for now and lets go of your hair. You’re so close to cumming now. It’s all you want- that sweet release. “P-please.” 

Cale arcs a brow, running a finger down your cheek and over your jaw. 

“Please what?” 

“I- I need- I want- please I want to cum,” you pant out desperately. Cale’s eyes lave over your face, drinking down every detail of your desperation. 

“Then cum.” 

That’s all the permission you need. You rock your cunt against his leather boot, not caring what sounds or pants you release in the process. You’re desperate to cum, working yourself harder and harder, feeling that coil tighten bit by bit. 

Cale’s hand shoots out like a snake, fingers wrapping around your throat before you even realise he’s moved. 

Your breath cuts off and a yelp dies on your tongue. Your hips jolt against him and the warning look in his eyes is all it takes before that coil snaps. Your hips jerk over him uncontrollably, muscles spasming over your body as the force of your release slams into you over and over again. 

You haven’t cum this hard in so long, and the way Cale’s mouth drops open just barely, pupils blown wide, makes you think he’s definitely going to have you do this again. Your hand automatically wraps around his wrist, and he clicks his tongue. His own fingers grip just that little bit harder and you feel your tongue swallowing over nothing, trying to clear an immovable blockage.

He holds you like that, desperately grappling with his wrist as you grow more desperate for air. You can’t help the way your cunt pulses with need. Even like this, growing closer and closer to blacking out you want him. Want him to fuck and ruin you. 

The bastard knows it too. 

“Good girl,” Cale praises, letting go and watching as you collapse against his knee, sagging into a heap as you greedily suck air into your deprived lungs. 

You giggle a little wheezily, and that makes Cale smile. 

“Filthy thing.” It’s affectionate, though. Cale loves you. 

You know he does.

[hailsatanacab]

chapter three!!

did you guys survive chapter 2? Danny did!! if only barely 😬

there's markedly less gore in this chapter, thank goodness, and now Alfred gets to explain what on earth he was thinking about signing a contract like that??? Alfred??? Explain???

[dropped-their-sniper]

his little waist, his little tum-tum, so smol so delicious

[moriaarts]

Echo, my love - bad batch & clone wars 🖤

[inkybinkyboink]

harold fatmus (pattern by clare hutchinson)

[milflewis]

picturing oscar going SQUIRREL in his car zooming around and forgetting about the concept and importance of tire management everytime the little purple fastest lap icon pops up beside his name

[helaelaemond]

Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

source

Billy x reader masterlist

Written with established girlfriend/partner reader in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

soft and tender. He doesn't rush to clean up, and would rather spend the immediate moments after with you in his arms, stroking your cheek, your back, and offering whatever affection you can welcome.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he knows how much you love his hands and he learns to take care of them for your sake - hand cream in the winter and when he remembers, letting you cut his cuticles. He also likes when he gets the 'v' across his hips and lower stomach. He loves your breasts, and will utterly worship them for hours if he can.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Billy both hates and loves seeing his come on you. On the one hand, he doesn't like 'degrading' you - he's watched enough porn to know that it can be a dirty and degrading thing, and he thinks you're above it. But on the other hand... you ARE his. You belong to him, or at least that's how he feels deep, deep down.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when he was lonely, he spent money on personalised camgirl experiences. There's nothing shameful about paying for sexual experiences, but because it was rooted in a lot of his shame and isolation, he would never, ever admit to it. It's his 'dirty' secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has experience in both long-term relationships, and short-term arrangements. He's average in bed, nothing amazing in general, but when he's in love with his partner, the depths of his devotion can make sex incredible.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary on the sofa where he can balance himself with one foot on the floor, one knee on the cushion.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depends on the situation, and who he's with! When he's with someone he loves, he can really let go and not focus too intensely on what's happening, and so he can laugh more easily. But a lot of the time he puts pressure on himself to 'perform' well - when he's in that mindset, laughter can make him feel laughed at, rather than with. That can make him pretty serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

in his flop era, he's unkempt, on the dirtier side of unkempt. When he's in a stable and healthy relationship, he's always clean. He grooms a bit - trims rather than shaves between his legs. The smattering of hair on his chest is left as is for the most part, but he will occasionally wax. He's not hairy on his back.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

with a partner he loves, he is very romantic in the moment - he's all soft touches, long looks, devoted kisses. Your comfort and pleasure is paramount to him, and even if he's fucking you within an inch of your life, he still tells you how much he loves you, how good you are for him. If it's slow and steady, he'll stroke your hair and kiss your temple and smile so sweetly at you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if he's in a relationship, he jacks off to clear the pipes, as it were. He usually likes to orgasm once every two days or so, but this can vary depending on what anti-depressants he's on. He no longer uses porn to jack off, and you've sent him enough voice notes, videos, photos, for him to find completion with just a few tugs.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

daddy kink. This was discovered by accident after he leaned into a soft!dom role. One thing led to another in the moment, and the 'D' word slipped out. He realised that it filled him with pride, because for the first time, he really felt in control, and like he had someone to take care of and make feel good. It's a secret thing that he doesn't share with anyone unless he's in a committed relationship with them.

L = Location (favourite places to fuck)

nothing beats the comfort of home. The sofa is his all time favourite place - not only because it allows for a great number of positions, but because when company comes over, he can look over at it and think of how he had you mewling there an hour ago.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Billy is a young man - a gust of wind can get him going. But aside from the obvious (a lingering glance that lasts too long, holding his hand a little too tight, touching his chest innocently, and so on and so forth), being hugged from behind. Feeling you press your body against his from behind, your breasts against his back, your hands on his stomach or chest, makes him feel really good. Being reassured and praised outside of a sexual context also turns him on, because it creates a safe space for him where he feels valued. Feeling safe makes him horny as hell around you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hardcore BDSM and related activities. More taboo sexual acts don't interest him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Billy Washington is a pussy eating champ. He is a total whore for pussy - he gets on his knees and it's the only thing on his mind. He worships it, devotes himself to it, gets drunk on it. He can come from eating pussy alone, it turns him on so fucking much. If he could only participate in one sexual act for the rest of his life, it would be performing oral. And like a true artist, he's always perfecting his craft.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it varies, but he's more likely to be on the slower and more sensual side with someone he loves - you've got all the time in the world, why rush?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they're alright, but he'd rather wait hours for a time when you can take your time and enjoy it, rather than rush it. He'd be more up for a mutual handjob to relieve the tension, rather than oral or penetrative sex where he'd prefer to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's less likely to take risks than his partner. He likes to play it safe in terms of location, but if he does take a risk (for example, with a new position) he's more likely to just give it a go rather than talk about it beforehand (because he's usually too embarrassed to find the words). Usually, whatever you want to try, he'll go along with it!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

put a cock ring on him, and Billy will last as long as you want him to, even if it makes him red and sore and weeping. In the beginning of his sex life, like many young people, his stamina was minimal. However, as he gets older, and gets properly medicated, his stamina improves. Sometimes the medication means he lasts too long, but that's okay!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes - he has a fleshlight, and for you, he's invested in grinders. He loves to strap one to his thigh and help you grind to orgasm on it. He's also up for small butt plugs, cock rings (vibrating or otherwise), magic wands. Nothing kinky, really, but toys that can enhance your play together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

only a little - he can't deny you anything, really, so if you beg and plead, he's powerless

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

with someone he loves, he can be vocal, especially if he's reassured that his sounds are welcome. The more he's encouraged, the more free he is. Whimpers, soft begs, loud moans, throaty cries - he will let you hear it all, if you'll make him feel safe to do so.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

like most British men, he's uncircumcised. He loves his foreskin being teased.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

tall and lanky, and he can get definition with minimal effort in the gym. Well hung even when soft, but not well-endowed enough to cause pain.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

moderate - he's happy to have sex no more than 2-3 times a week, although if you wanted it every day he would definitely be able to keep up. That being said, he is perfectly happy to sort himself out. He'd prefer to cuddle with you in bed every night without you feeling any kind of pressure to engage in acts you're not in the mood for - and he makes sure you know this, too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

with someone he loves, he'll fall asleep pretty quick - he feels safe. He wishes he could stay awake longer just to enjoy your company and watch your lovely face, but sometimes the relaxation is just too great, and it's sleep time!