#AND SHE NOTICED BUT SHE DOESNT BRING IT UP

[puppetgearing]

i fucking love the "A fell first but B fell harder" trope so much that shit makes me so ISJDJSJDJSJDJF

[shoezuki]

lynx being subjected to sampo and gepard is funny as shit to me. this began w gepard all anxious n worried bout lynx meeting sampo, but now hes all content while lynx is trying not to rip her hair out

[petz5]

grabs him by the scruff of his neck like a kitten

[electoons]

my psychiatrist was trying to explain that a lot of my depression and anxiety probably stems from my trying to force myself into a (neurotypical/allistic) mold that i wasn't made for and that it's nothing to be ashamed of and she listed elon musk and bill gates as my fellow autists and that made me cry harder

[cutesilyo]

concept: an animatic of legally blonde's gay or european with aseantalia, with piri as the gay defendant

[iamthescalesofjustice]

you are john. it has been, what, like eight or ten months since you sent out the notices about the new round of lyctor trials? you have a weird dream one night and decide, on a whim, to check in on how the trials are going. 

you phone home (its not home, home is gone). no one picks up. thats weird, and kind of concerning, so you go to check. canaan house is empty, even of the constructs you left to act as bodies for the partitioned bit of your soul-conglomerate you left there. there seem to be a lot of weird zombies on various continents. whoops, looks like some of the partitions of your soul-network need to be tuned up. well, you can do that after you figure out where the contestants went. 

an extensive round of investigation later, you land on the ninth. yep, that sure does seem to be the missing contestants. and the canaan house priests. and cytherea is here, for some reason. probably plotting against you. and... oh, annabel, good morning. 

while you are getting stabbed by your cavalier, you cant help but notice that it looks like some of the contestants did, in fact, achieve lyctorhood. but uh, definitely not the way they were supposed to. 

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

You can also recognize someone by the sounds of their breathing. I do that with my family and it's hilarious when I know who they are when they're trying to sneak up on me lol

bruce is one of those people who can recognize others by the sound of their footsteps, their smell (and ONLY THAT), their voice, just like, anything really

and when other, normal, people find it weird, he just goes "well, tim does it too"

(that's NOT reassuring, bruce)

[attractthecrows]

🚶🏻‍♂️<- having the time of his life

[oetscop]

sorry i know police sketches are meant to be kinda uncanny so they stick in your mind, like they exaggerate features and all that. but whoever made the derrick todd lee sketch....bro. who the fuck is this bc its NOT HIM LMFAO

[midnightcarp]

caught up with Kill the Villainess again and hoo boy...........

[ddejavvu]

this is cheesy but when spencer and reader start getting more comfortable in their relationship and they exchange keys to each others places, reader starts going over while hes away. just to chill because she misses him or borrow something or get something she left. but then dhe notices his apartment is a little messy and he doesnt have a lot of food in the fridge.

the first time he comes home to a full fridge and clean apartment he's a little confused, but when he brings it up and she confesses hes just sooooo touched and appreciative.

the first time he comes home and shes asleep on the bed or couch or wherever he just MELTS. like an actual puddle on the floor kinda melting bc hes just so overwhelmed with love 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Spencer Reid is, quite possibly, the smartest motherfucker in the FBI. As an esteemed profiler, he notices right away that you've been in his apartment, from the post-it note grocery list sitting on the top of what's in his trash can, and a lack of dust over his kitchen counter like there typically is after he's gone on a case for a few days.

He spots 'donuts' on the list, and when he pulls the fridge open, lo and behold, there's a bag of mini chocolate donuts on the top shelf. He smiles to himself, giddily so, more than elated that you'd remembered an offhanded comment he'd made about liking them so much, especially when they're chilled.

He remembers everything anyone tells him, but people rarely stop to listen to his own words. So often it can be cast aside as nerd babble, so knowing that you'd picked up on the small tidbits of personal information he'd given you makes his seldom-fluttering heart do just that.

He feels a little bad that you'd stocked his fridge and ran, but he doesn't have to for long, because when he heads to the living room to drop his messenger bag there, and restock it with a different book, you're snoozing in his chair.

It's a recliner, one he'd splurged on so that late-night reading would be more comfortable. You've popped the footrest up, but your feet barely touch it, because you're curled up closer to the seat. Your head rests on one of the arms and is dangerously close to slipping off, so he kneels by the armrest, joints cracking.

His face hovers millimeters away from your own, your breath hitting his cheek and vice versa. He smooths a stray wisp of hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss the skin it had been covering.

"Hi, angel," He croons, keeping his voice as soft as humanly possible. He doesn't want to ruin this, whatever heavenly moment that the seldom-kind universe has decided to grant him.

Your lashes flutter at the feel of his lips on your skin, and you turn your face to lean into the touch you don't yet know is there. He can't help but laugh at the way you arch like a cat to be closer to him, and the breathy huffs fan out against your forehead.

His slender hand comes up to hover beneath your head, because when you worm closer to him, it slips off of the armrest. He holds your head up but you're finally starting to stir from the movement, and you lift it to blink groggily up at him.

"Spence?" You ask, like you're verifying his identity and not asking why he's home.

"That's me," He smiles, dimples puncturing his cheeks. His hair is slightly sloppy, frizzed and out of place from the day's hectic activities. At his confirmation you hum sleepily, resuming your cat-like activities by shutting your eyes again, leading with your nose as you nudge your face into his own. From the angle you're at his lips can only pucker to hit an awkward spot between your cheek and your nose, but the skin there is warm and soft from a facial mask he knows you used last night.

"Morning," You grumble, and he won't inform you that it's 7 at night.

"Hi, sweetheart." He croons, unable to stand up straight before you decide you want a hug. It means his butt hits the floor when you lunge for him, and he laughs as he tries maintaining an upright position.

"Oh- ah!" He laughs, eyes scrunching in a gleeful smile-turned-laugh when you knock into him. He cradles the back of your head, feeling you settle into his embrace like he's your new reclining chair.

"'Missed you, Spence." You mumble against the fabric of his jacket that's covering his shoulder. He curls his fingers into your hair at your admission, stroking briefly through the strands.

"I missed you too," He agrees, "I saw you bought me donuts."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I did." You recall, eyes already drooping again, "We can have some for- for dessert later."

"That sounds like a good plan," Spencer grins, but you can't see it where you're nestled into his shoulder. He's waiting for you to get up, not because he doesn't want to hug you anymore but because he wants to stand and move, but when you stay firmly in place he realizes you're sleeping again, and that there's no way he's getting off the floor in the meantime.

He could wake you, tell you it's time for a late dinner and ask you to work on the eggs so that he can chop up the add-ins for an omelet. He could corral you back into the chair and take the bed for himself, read for a bit after getting changed. He could do any number of things to make himself just a bit more comfortable, but instead he chooses to commit his butt to the floor, surely flattening it for all eternity. He scoots back carefully until his back is up against the couch, so that his less-than-perfect core strength isn't relied upon as much.

From there he rests, disinterested in using his phone and too far away from his bookshelf to read. But he finds just as much meaningful entertainment in counting the breaths that you release against his shoulder, as well as counting the different possessions of yours he can see scattered around his apartment.

Your shoes, one. Your water bottle, two. Your sweatshirt, three. Your snack, four. Your keys, perhaps the most meaningful possession of all, the spare that he'll never regret giving you, five.

[comet-forgot-you]

bunny!tara?? being unable to hold herself back in front of her friends, maybe public/semi-public sex

smut. 18+ pls.

bunny!tara that just gets so worked up with every single thing you do.

bunny!tara who cant help the heat the pools in her stomach when your hands find her hips as you guide her through the crowded mall.

bunny!tara who watches you try on a whole bunch of rings and she only says yes to every single one you show her because she cant help but love the way your hands look with every single one.

“you’ve said yes to all of them, you’re not much help” and she knows shes not, but she still gets a little jealous when you ask mindy or amber for their opinions

bunny!tara who thinks shes being discreet about how much you’re turning her on but you can see the flush in her cheeks, you can see the way her ears twitch, the way her eyes are blown. you make it your goal to see how long she can last.

bunny!tara who gets so wet when your arm wraps around her waist while she checks out shirts in the mirror.

bunny!tara who asks you for help zipping up her dress, an innocent request, but you both know whats to come. you help her with the dress, and god does she look good in it.

bunny!tara who shivers when you slowly unzip her dress, your fingers trailing down the exposed skin of her back.

“you look so good,” you whisper in her ear, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

bunny!tara who lets out a quiet whimper at your words, turning to face you before kissing you hard.

“you fucking tease,” she mumbles against your lips, letting the dress fall to the floor. you cant help but smile against her, fingers finding their way under her bra, pinching her nipples between them. tara whines against your lips and you slot your thigh between her own. she’s quick to grind down against it and right when she thinks she’s getting what she wants, you pull away.

“cant keep our friends waiting now can we?” you pick the dress up off of the floor, putting it back on its hanger, before exiting the room. mindy gives you a knowing look, but you pay no mind to it, buying the dress before tara can even get out.

bunny!tara who absolutely hates the way you tease her the rest of the time. she hates the way you look at her, she hates the way you lean in closer to her just to whisper a compliment. she hates the way you rub the base of her ears, she hates the way you tug at her tail ever so slightly when shes in front of you.

bunny!tara who doesnt hate it at all. not in the slightest. it turns her on so much and the second the two of you sit down, shes in your lap, grinding against you ever so slightly, no where near enough to bring her pleasure, and so subtle that its hardly noticeable.

bunny!tara who drags you away from your shared group of friends into a lingerie store, saying she needs your help.

bunny!tara pulling you into the changing room with her and jumping you the second its locked. her lips are on yours, ears twitching beneath your fingertips.

“so pathetic, cant even wait til we’re home?” you whisper against her lips, hand falling to hold her lips still. tara whines, nodding as she bucks her hips against nothing.

“js’ shut up ‘n fuck me, please.” you waste no time, you fingers quick to undo the button of her jeans and pulling them down. your fingers find her tail immediately, tugging at it and tara yelps against the skin of your neck. “that hurts,” she whines, but the way her thighs squeeze together and the buck of her hips is the only sign you need to know she likes it.

your fingers tease the hem of her waistband, snapping it back against her skin. you push her against the wall, fingers rubbing against her clothed core.

“pleasepleaseplease” the words fall from her lips, desperate whines falling from her lips. you pull the soaked fabric to the side, swiping your fingers through her messy folds, eliciting a loud whine from the girl.

you’re positive anyone passing by can hear the noisy girl, but you don’t care. you want them to hear how desperate tara gets for you, besides, its what she wanted, wasnt it?

your fingers sink into tara’s cunt, curling against her walls. tara moans, head falling back against the wall. “god, tara. you’re so pathetic, such a needy little thing. letting me fuck you where everyone can hear you? god, such a pathetic little slut,” you murmur, fingers curling inside of her, just how she likes it.

tara’s eyes widen at the realization. people can hear her. tara knows shes not quiet, and it hits her just how loud she had been. “nono, please help me, i cant be quiet, please,” she tries to whisper out, but her voice is shaky, louder than a whisper.

“no, baby. you wanted me to fuck you here. you gotta keep yourself quiet.” tara whines at your words, shes quick go try and quiet herself, slapping. hand over her mouth.

you pump your fingers in and out of her, thumb moving to rub circles against her clit. your free hand moves to tug at her sensitive nipples. tara’s hand hardly muffles the moans that fall from her lips. the closer she got, the harder it was for her to keep herself up. she fists her hands into your shirt, her noises no longer muffled. it was exactly as you had planned.

you can feel tara’s walls clenching around you, her moans loud, ears twitching as she inches closer and closer to her high. “yeah, baby, just like that,” you mumble, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. just as tara’s orgasm is within reach, theres a knock at the door.

“excuse me, you need to leave, now.” you smile down at tara at the sound of an employee.

“guess you’ll have to wait until we get home, poor thing,” you whisper.

“nono, please dont stop,” she whines out. you dont listen to her, pulling your fingers from inside of her and bringing them to her lips.

bunny!tara who drags you out of the mall without telling her friends because she needs you to finish what you had started.

[monotonesmile]

Can you do a Damian Wayne x Reader, where everything takes a turn for the wrong with Talia brainwashing Damian back to his old assassin ways and the reader stumbles upon him while he's fighting Jon/Super boy who's injuried from a sword made from kryptonite ( Damian doesnt have a scratch on him because Jon refused to hurt him). She trys to snap him out of his brainwashed mindset as it's clear her being there has an effect on him and she succeeds....after he stabs her with said kryptonite while Jon screams in the background, reader watches the instant regret in Damians face as she begans to subcomb to the darkness ( Happy or sad ending is up to you)

Don’t Leave Me

[Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader]

[Word Count: 2138]

[Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Injuries, Near death experiences, mentions of a dead body]

[Fic Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending!]

[Notes: Anon, I cannot tell you the sheer amount of joy I experienced when I saw a request for Damian, thank you so much, I hope to do your request justice. Btw, if you want the sad ending you can ask!]

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It’d been over a month since she last saw Damian at school or outside of it, he hadn’t even picked up her calls or texts, she was getting worried, but she’d get her answer soon enough…

She was sat down by one of Damian’s brothers, Dick Grayson, and he had told her of Damian’s missing status, learning he’d been kidnapped by his mother, who had apparently did it so he could take his rightful place as the Demons Head, unfortunately Damian had not agreed so rather than forcing it upon him, she brainwashed him into accepting the role. Now, she was even more worried, immediately demanding to help search for Damian, and Dick couldn’t find a reason to tell her no, she was as stubborn as Damian was.

It took even longer to actually find Damian, the League of Assassins were truly trying to keep him from them, but they found him finally after two weeks of searching, although…it may have been too late.

Jon was already confronting Damian when she arrived, pushing through the foliage of the forest and into the clearing the two are fighting in, it was a horrifying sight, witnessing Damian striking Jon with the intent to kill him, wielding a sword that glowed green, kryptonite. She looked around, surveying the landscape, knowing better than to get in the middle of a fight between Damian and Jon, even without brainwashing. That’s when she’d notice the tall woman watching from above, Damian’s mother is watching with a calculating gaze, no hint of parental emotion on her face, just watching her son battle with his best friend.

“Damian! Please, snap out of it! You don’t want to do this!” Jon’s voice brought her attention back to the fight in front of her, her breathing halted as she noticed how injured Jon had become while Damian had almost no serious injuries, likely due to the fact that Jon refuses to hurt him, he can’t bring himself to hurt his best friend.

Unfortunately, Damian didn’t even flinch at Jon’s plea, his mind encased by a thick fog, blocking out the desperate pleas of his family and friends as they attempted to reach out to him, the only thing in his mind is ridding the world of his enemy, striking Jon again, which he’d attempted to block with his arm, slicing through his durable skin as blood streams down his arm, staining his torn suit and skin.

Her eyes widen as she watches in horror as Jon stumbles back and to the ground, weakening due to the close proximity to the kryptonite sword, his head felt dizzy, his eyes threatening to shut as Damian lifts the sword above his head, preparing to send it down upon Jon’s head, the killing blow.

In her fear and panic, her body moves on its own, her legs pushing her forward, crashing into Damian and knocking him away from Jon, her breathing became quicker and more ragged, but she knew she had to at least keep Damian’s attention off Jon until he could properly recover and get up.

Damian grunts as he’s knocked off to the side, finding his footing quickly, turning his attention to the new enemy that came onto the field, scowling at her as he stands up straight, his body turning towards her and he lifts the sword, pointing it at her before dropping into a fighting stance and then charging at her.

“Damian…please, I know you can’t hear me but you have to fight it!” She moves out of the way quickly, barely dodging the sword as she keeps a distance from him, keeping a wide range of safety between them, she doesn’t want to fight him, hell, she knows she can’t fight him, he’d overpower her in any situation, but she counts herself lucky that Damian taught her self defense and how to dodge enemy attacks before he was ever brainwashed.

“Y/N! Get out of here! Please!” Jon winced as he tried to get up, collapsing back to the ground as he desperately begs her to retreat, knowing that if something were to happen, he’d never forgive himself.

“I can’t! I don’t want him to hurt anyone else, he’ll never forgive himself if he does!” She blocks a swing of the sword with her arms, wincing as it sliced through her skin, but she’ll take cuts and scrapes over being stabbed, knocking Damian back with a kick to the gut, watching him double over for a second with a pained wheeze.

For a split second, when he looked back up at her, she saw a flash of recognition in his eyes before it changed back to rage as he stood back up and charged again, but that doesn’t matter to her, she got through to him even if it was for a second, the Damian she knows is still in there, he’s just trapped, and she needs to free him from the claws of his mother.

“Damian! You can fight this, you’ve never backed down from a fight, don’t you dare give up on me now! I’m not losing you!” She had to jump back when he swung his sword again, stumbling over her feet, she’s losing stamina, but she can’t stop now, she knows he can fight it, she has to believe in him.

She knows Damian is strong enough to break the chains holding him down in his own mind, he’s always been stubborn and spiteful from the day they met, but he was always the more experienced fighter, he was trained to be perfect, she was just born in a normal family with a normal life, she is in no way able to win a fight against him. Jon knew this, Damian knew this, she knew this, but that won’t stop her from trying, she’s not willing to lose Damian to something he was so desperate to avoid his entire life.

But for a moment, the world around them froze as searing pain shot through her entire body, her eyes widening as she looked down to the sword embedded in her stomach, her breathing shaky as her ears ring, the sound of Jon’s scream broke her out of the agony for a split second as she looked up at Damian, his face had fallen from a scowl to a horrified look, in that moment as the sword is ripped from her body, the fog cleared in his mind, now the image of his girlfriend bleeding in front of him due to an injury he caused was burned into his mind.

Damian watched in horror as she stumbled back, scarlet blood seeping into her shirt, staining the original color with an ugly red he never wanted to see on her, tossing the sword away as he rushed forward when her legs gave out beneath her, grabbing her before she hit the ground, falling to his knees.

“No no no!” He placed his hand on the stab wound, trying to put pressure on it, desperately trying to stop the bleeding as he breathed quickly, starting to hyperventilate with his panic and fear.

Damian was so focused on her that when Jon limped over to him, he had jumped in surprise, Jon still felt weak but tried to keep her sitting upright, talking to her to try and keep her conscious despite his own anxiety plastered on his face. Neither noticed Talia leaving with a disapproving scowl on her face, clearly not happy with the fact her son broke out of her brainwashing,

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t close your eyes…!” Damian was begging and pleading with her, tears falling from his eyes as they stream down his face, his hands coated in her blood as he keeps pressure on her stomach, he could faintly hear Jon calling for help, but his focus was entirely on her in the moment, terrified of losing the one person who truly understood him, who truly loved him with all her heart.

Her breathing was getting slow but ragged, it hurt a lot, breathing and staying awake, her body practically begging to fall asleep to escape the pain she felt, shadows closing in around the corners of her eyes, the pain was getting too much to bear, and she’s likely losing a lot of blood, but she mustered up enough energy to speak and give a small smile.

“I love you, Damian Wayne…” Her voice was weak and tired, eyes falling shut as the pain slowly eases with how far in sleep she goes, but before she fully succumbed to the darkness that’s fading in, she heard Damian’s voice, heartfelt and laden with tears and regret.

“I love you too…”

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Her eyes fluttered open, only to be met with stark white surroundings, for a moment her eyes hurt, closing them again before her eyes properly adjusted to the bright surroundings, and for a split second, she thought she had truly died back in that clearing and she’d made it to the afterlife, but when she opened her eyes again she could recognize that her surroundings were in fact a hospital room, the beeping of medical machines nearby and the quiet sound of others outside the room only confirmed it for her.

She shifted slowly to try and get more comfortable, wincing as dull pain shot through her abdomen, looking down to find it wrapped in bandages and likely stitched up underneath, she could tell as the area felt sore and slightly uncomfortable, sighing before noticing a grip on her hand, looking over in confusion to find Damian asleep, holding her hand as his head resting on the medical cot she was laying in, she could she the exhaustion in his face, there were bags under his eyes and the area aro his eyes were slightly tinged red, like he was crying not too long before she woke up.

She frowns softly, a look of worry on her face as she realized that he had been waiting by her side the entire time, he probably hadn’t had proper rest for a long while, she knew he was going to be scared and worried, and his appearance only confirms it. She gently squeezed his hand with a bittersweet smile, she had been terrified for him while he was brainwashed, which nearly landed her on death’s door, but now he’s here, worried for her in return, worried that he could’ve killed her.

The squeeze on his hand woke him from his light sleep, sitting up with a groggy grumble as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, blinking began he glances at her, they stared at each other in silence as his eyes began to widening, it took his sleepy mind a minty to process that she was awake and smiling at him! In a fraction of a second m he launched at her, wrapping his arms around her as he buried his face in her shoulder, tears pricking his eyes as he apologized repeatedly into her shoulder, trembling as she returned his hug, arms gently wrapping around his torso.

“I know…it’s okay, Dami…” She whispers softly to him, reassuring his worries that she knows won’t fully leave him forever, wincing as his hug is rather tight around her injured body. “But…ya could be a bit more gentle…” She chuckles quietly, resting her head on his shoulder with a soft smile.

“Sorry…” Damian mutters quietly, loosening his grip on her but he refuses to release her, he couldn’t let her go, he was terrified that if he did, they’d be back in that field and he’d instead be hugging her dead body, he didn’t want to open his eyes, he needed to know she was still here.

She smiles tearfully, her hand’s gripping onto his shirt as she buried her face into his neck, they both needed to feel their warmth, they needed to hear their hearts beating together, both of them afraid that this was just a dream, but they knew…they knew they were both still here, both still alive and together again.

“…I love you, Y/N…don’t scare me like that again…please…” Damian’s voice was abnormally soft as he leaned up, looking at her with a teary eyed expression, but a trembling smile on his face made her smile up at him before pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

“I promise…just don’t go getting yourself kidnapped again, I don’t know how many times I can get stabbed.” She chuckles softly, joking in an attempt to lighten the mood, which worked, hearing him laugh made her chest warmer.

“Okay, maybe just don’t get stabbed next time.” Damian shook his head as he sat back down in his chair, pressing the call button to alert the doctors and nurses that she woke up.

“Hey Damian.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

“…Good.”

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[Requests are open!]

[nico-sees-dead-people]

[in the morning]

*nico wakes before @dr-flipflops and sighs looking at him on the sofa so gently uses some shadows to move him into the bed, tucking him in and smoothing his hair back and scribbling a note reading “morning sleepyhead, here’s your reminder to drink some fucking water and eat more than a muffin and also to let your mother know that you have a cough or so help me hades solace ill do it myself, ill probably be gone when you read this because i have to pick aria up from sally’s but ill be back at somepoint because your mom made me promise, love you dont die see you soon” before whispering “love you” and leaving the room to speak to naomi*

nico: good morning mrs solace uhm.. sorry for intruding i didnt exactly plan to come it was more accidental shadowtravelling episode

naomi: nonsense, you know youre always welcome here, even after everythin’

nico (watery smile): yeah i know, how is he, will i mean, he doesnt seem.. happy

naomi: hes as well as he can be in this situation, he’d be doin’ better if he found it easier t’ let people in, if he let you properly communicate with him but… i also can’t blame him for his reaction

nico: neither can i, and i know i messed up, im trying to fix it i just- i don’t know how and.. *his voice breaks* i miss him and so does ari

naomi: *smiles gently at him* he does care about you nico, hes just hurtin’, he misses you too *she pulls him into a hug* it’ll be alright in the end

Nico: *fully crying now* thanks mrs solace

naomi: *pats him on the back softly* anytime sweetheart, now, you said you had somethin’ t’give me?

nico: ah, yes, *he pulls a thick bundle of letters out of his aviator jacket* its a collection of letters ive written to will throughout his amnesia, explaining.. well just about everything, when he says hes ready and wants to know then he can read all of them regardless if he wants to see me or not

naomi *smiling*: thats a lovely idea hon, very thoughtful of you, ill give them to him once you’ve gone back though, the topic is sensitive enough without…

nico *nodding*: without the added stress of my presence, i was just about to say that, besides i have to pick up aria from her aunt sally’s, she had a sleepover the past couple of nights

naomi: you should bring her, next time you come, i know will don’t remember but i do, an’ i miss my granddaughter

nico *smiling*: i will mrs solace dont worry, she misses you too, and thank you, for everything

naomi: dont thank me sweetheart its been my pleasure

*nico begins to wave goodbye before noticing will standing in the doorway*

[luvyeni]

genre smut 𖹭 warning subby!wonbin, unprotected sex, toy usage pairing — roommate!wonbin x fem reader | back to library .

request. imagine wonbin is just sneaking around in readers room or hes looking for something or whatever n he finds her vibrator. his imagination is running wild and he HAS to use it on himself now ,, like poor boy just cant help it 🫣🫣 hes so lost in the pleasure he doesnt even notice her walking in on him 😖😖

he only needed the charger you took from him a week ago; you never returned it to him and he needed it. That is the only reason he was even in your room to begin with — he never expected to go looking through your things.

“what did she even need the charger for?” he said to himself , looking around your bed where he knew you charged your things; unsuccessful , he was about to leave when he saw the drawer to your night stand was open. ‘Maybe’ he thought to himself , maybe you put it in there for safekeeping and forgot to give it to him.

He opened the drawer; fully preparing to just take his charger and go — but it was right there , in the open; your pink vibrator. wonbin should've left, he knew shouldn't have picked it up; but he did anyway, his mind going through to so many place. did you use this often? What did you sound like? Have you used it recently?

He could feel his cock twitch in his pants, the visuals of you using it turning him on. he still had the chance to put it down and just go in his room and jerk off; but he couldn't stop himself , turning the toy on , feeling the vibrations through his fingers; moving it through his hands, his eyes closing as he reluctantly moved it to his clothes nipples , gasping as the vibrations went through his body.

moving it along to his body , down his stomach, past his waist to his clothed cock. he moaned out and pressed down harder on his length; it felt so good , he was so deep in his own pleasure , he didn't notice you come in, making your way into the room. “wonbin?”

he almost jumped out of his skin , trying to hide the toy; but it was too late , you saw it. “i-i was looking for my charger I lent you.” you look at his hand , and then back to the boy , eyebrow raised. “that doesn't look like a charger binnie?” you say, walking further into the room. “that looks like my vibrator.” he began to stutter out an apology. “did you like it?” you asked , taking the vibrator from his hand. “h-huh?”

you bring the toy back to his cock; turning it on. “y-y/n.” he moaned. “I asked you a question binnie, did you like using my vibrator on yourself?” you turned up the settings. “y-yes, shit!” he cursed, “i-im gonna cum.” he whimpered , you turned it off. “wh-why?” you smiled. “don't worry baby, you'll get to cum.”

That's how he ended up under you , his cock used beyond his limits; covered a mixture of both your multiple releases; tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt you turn the vibrations back on , placing it back on his sensitive nipples. “why are you crying binnie?” you move the vibrator down his stomach. “didn't you want to cum?” you tease. “so cum for me.” the vein in his forehead prominent as cum shot from his cock , leaking from his cock down to his base , puddling with his past releases.

“fu-fuck wait.” he felt you straddle his waist again. “I can't cum again.” he whimpered. “You can give me one more right?” you tilt your head, he knew he couldn't; but he wasn't thinking with his head; thinking with his cock, he nodded. “fu-fuck yn!” he moaned as you sunk back down on his cock. “Please don't move, I'm gonna cum.” you smirked. “cum then baby , cum as many times as you want.” you rocked your hips back and forth. “Come on , show me how you were about to cum, using my vibrator like a perv.” you moan out, bouncing on his cock. “fu-fuck wonbin.”

he literally felt like he was gonna shoot blanks as you moved the vibrator back to where you were connected; turning the vibrator on the highest level — both of you basically shaking in pleasure. “fuck fuck fuck.” he cursed, “I'm gonna fucking cum!” he sobbed out. “fuck I'm cumming!” he yelled , cumming for the final time, you followed soon after, your body hunching over as you both recovered from your orgasms, he was spent; his cock softening inside you.

“I've never cum so much before.”

©️LUVYENI

[robintheredhood]

I know this isn't a new thought at all, but how many people at CatCo do we think know Kara's secret? I'm not talking about the Nia/James/Cat/Winn people, but random others.

Does Ed the janitor sigh in frustration everytime he finds Kara's clothes ripped off in the middle of the hallway, only to fold them nicely and hide them behind the nearest plant? (Kara still hasn't quite caught on that they aren't landing there naturally when she throws them to the side)

Does Taylor in security casually loop footage and cut out the moments where Kara dramatically displays the House of El symbol?

Does Lindsay from accounting just so happen to sit across from a balcony Supergirl likes to use to fly in and out of, hidden enough that Kara doesnt think twice about what shes doing?

And Eric, from HR. He noticed that Kara's excessively late clock ins and very early clock outs lined up perfectly with Supergirl helping with massive fights and emergencies. He casually reroutes all the automated emails to Kara's bosses that should be reminding them to write her up.

Even bringing it outside of CatCo. Is there young a barista at Noonan's who always slips Kara an extra couple of sticky buns. Because she saw Kara become Supergirl in the alleyway behind the building one time, and Supergirl saved her sister during an alien attack. It's not much, but it's what a girl living off of tips can do, and saving the city must be hungry work.

The young couple living across the street from Kara's loft have seen her fly in the window carrying ridiculous amounts of takeout on so many late nights.

All these people, the normal citizens of National City. Connected by a secret they didn't mean to learn and would never tell, or even confront her about. They're all just content to keep the secret, and if Kara finds doughnuts on her desk after a particularly hard fight, or her favorite sweater that was discarded pre flight dry cleaned and delivered to her door? That'll just be their little way of saying thank you