#counter sitting

[rosalillylu]

Diners 1950's source: Recollection Road

[donttellmeyourewoke]

COUNTER SITTER

[drgnflyteabox]

Excuse me I'm ovulating and braindead but...

Mdni 18+ soap x reader dubcon and nonconsensual viewing of an explicit video / boundary breaking

You've said no maybe 100 times. No, because you're in a crucial stage in your career. No, because if it ends online it'll be there forever. No, because you don't necessarily want to see yourself in such a state. You don't want to film a home video with him, not with your face in it.

Johnny proposes an alternative.

"A mask?"

He pulls it out - it's a little silly, honestly. Skull print.

Johnny fucks you with his phone propped up, showing you off. Spreads your legs and your cunt with his big thick fingers and makes you squirt, makes you cry on his cock and wet the mask with your tears.

You're suffocated, breathing hard, but you won't take it off - you're too embarrassed. Johnny fucks you like a dog for so long you can barely hold yourself up, pussy gone numb and oversensitive at once, legs like jelly.

At the end, he says, "videos off, hen. Bath?"

You let him pull it off, smoothing your hair back, kissing your neck and the corner of your mouth. His stubble scratches your sensitive, wet skin.

He tucks you into a bubble bath and then tucks you into bed, leaves you naked against him because you're too worn out to protest.

What you don't know is when he tucks your face against his fat pec, he pulls his phone out and sends the video to Simon, making sure the part where he tilts your head to the camera after he'd told you it was off is in clear view.

You'd thought he was kissing your ear, petting you and comforting you.

Simon, hand fisted around his cock, sees Johnny grinning at him from the bed.

[skitskatdacat63]

I'm already getting the feeling that he's somehow gonna be even sillier this year 🤔

[ultravioletbrit]

“sip” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 198 words

Regulus likes routines. He likes order and consistency, and normally he puts in a lot of effort to maintain that order and consistency.

But this routine? This routine is effortless and happened so naturally, Regulus almost didn’t realize it had become a routine at all.

A soft yawn breaks him from his thoughts, and he looks up to see James padding into the kitchen. Regulus just finished making two mugs of tea and slides one to James. James leans down and kisses Regulus’ temple before taking a sip of his tea and hums in approval.

“Morning, love.” James says in his beautiful, husky morning voice.

“Morning.” Regulus whispers and wraps his cold hands around his warm mug.

“Pancakes?” James asks.

“Blueberries?” Regulus tilts his head up to look at James.

“Yes, blueberries.” James runs his finger down the tip of Regulus’ nose.

“Then, yes, pancakes.” Regulus scrunches up his nose and smiles at James.

James leans down and kisses Regulus before walking over to the fridge.

Regulus takes a sip of his tea and smiles fondly as James gathers the ingredients for them to make pancakes together.

It might be a simple routine. An effortless routine. But it’s Regulus’ favorite routine.

[iinryer]

missing moment etc etc

[two-longing-loves]

i want the twins to be friends. i want them to be able to sit next to each other in comfortable silence in the dining hall. i want aaron to go grocery shopping and andrew to tag along. i want them to play games together where andrew keeps winning. i want andrew to quiz aaron. i want them to joke around. i want them to pull identical twin pranks. i want aaron to look after the cats when neil and andrew are not home for a while. i want them to feel like family, not just a legal obligation.

[enbysiriusblack]

tired university student remus sitting in a library trying to study when a hot stranger dressed in leather and carrying a motorcycle helmet drops into the chair across from him, leans over to look at his work, and sighs that his work seems very boring and that he's never read anything on that subject before and then proceeds to explain everything about the subject and what paths he should take in his essay to get high marks, only to then lean back with a grin and declare academics to be tedious and instantly falls asleep until the library is about to shut and remus has to wake him up.

[thevoidstaredback]

Hey! So, it's been a while, but I finally remembered to come back to this! But, it's not gonna go the way you'd think.

If Danny had it his way, he'd be at his Aunt Alicia's house for the summer instead of New Jersey. This place is gloomy, grimy, and soaked through with so much crime that it's a Problem(TM). Like, seriously? New Jersey hasn't allowed the death penalty since he was seven, but can't they make, like, one exception? Get rid of The Joker and half of Gotham's problems are solved.

Unfortunately, he's only here as a guest, so he can't really do anything. Which, for the record, is a shit rule. Call a goose and goose, and that's exactly what Gotham City, New Jersey is.

It isn't all that bad, he supposes. Sure, the pollution blocks out the entire sky at all times, the buildings that aren't condemned are only feeding the rich while stealing from the poor, an entire twenty-four block are has been given up on by mostly everyone, the local vigilantes won't kill the recurring problems like the cockroaches they are- There was a good point to all this.

Oh! He has family here. That's it. That's the only silver lining, and it's bronze.

But, hey, it can't be that bad. From what he understands, his half-brother and company don't actually live in Gotham. Bristol, according to Talia is technically outside of Gotham City Limits, but is still considered as part of the city. Makes sense, aside from the fact that there's no bridge between Bristol and Gotham. Weird design, but he's not rich so he's not really inclined to care or understand.

Half brother, right.

Danny doesn't like Damian much, but that's because he's a clone...of Damian. Danny's a clone of Damian, not the other way around. Ra's makes that very clear

The only reason Talia wants him with Damian is because she's upset with Bruce Wayne. What is it with divorced parents and putting their kids on the middle of their fights? Or maybe that's just Talia?

Anyway.

Gotham, New Jersey is a dismal place. Danny's not germophobic by any means, he can't really afford to be, but even he's having a hard time being in the city.

It was so much easier hiding out with the Fentons.

Well, 'hiding' is a subjective term. Ra's and Talia knew where he was, so did Deathstroke, probably, but that was it.

Essentially, everyone he should be hiding from knows where he's been hiding, which means he's just been on some kind of twisted, extended vacation.

As far as Danny knew, Bruce Wayne had no idea he was coming. Damian knew because Talia had wanted him to pick Danny up from the airport. Weird because while Damian is technically older, Danny is still legally two years older.

Well, 'legally' is a stretch. He doesn't technically exist, outside of the LoA and Amity Park.

The point is that Damian is waiting for him at the end of the terminal, looking as much like an excited puppy as he can, with an older gentleman. Talia had given him nothing to work with, but Danny didn't really care who this guy was as long as he didn't try to make him do anything he didn't want to.

...living in the Midwest was doing wonders for his mental stability, but Ancients was it making him soft!

"'Danny', I presume?" the old man asked, his accent heavy.

Good, so Talia did give Damian his actual name. "Yep. You are?" He may not want to be here, but he still knows his manners. Even if he's only going to use the bare minimum of them. Malicious Compliance and all that.

"Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler." He didn't extend his hand to shake. Danny didn't mind. In fact, he actually preferred that.

Okay, so maybe he's a little bit haphephobic. Leave him alone!

"Danny," Damian greeted, a smile of excitement in his voice but not his face, "It's good to have you here. How did Mother convince you to come?"

"Bribery." Mostly.

Damian seemed to deflate a bit. "Father and the others don't know you're here."

"Do they even know about me at all?"

"No."

"Perfect! Then I can stay at a hotel-"

"For the entire summer?" Alfred raised his eyebrow, "I must insist that you stay at Wayne Manor while in Gotham. Master Bruce will most pleased to meet you."

"Why?" Danny scoffed, "I'm not his kid, nor do I want to be."

Damian slouched a little bit more. "Come, we must get back before the others send out a search party for us."

"Dramatic much?" Danny scoffed.

"Not at all," Alfred took both of Danny's bags before leading the way out to the car, "It' happened before in less time."

"I don't doubt it for a second. I'm calling Bruce a dramatic bitch."

Alfred smirked ever so slightly. "Quite right, Master Danny."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright then, what should I call you?"

"'Danny'. No honorifics, no add ons, no trying to fullname me, nothing else."

"And when you go out with the rest of the family?"

He scoffed again. "You really think they'd let me go out with them? I'm an assassin. In fact, the first thing I'll do the second I'm let out of the house is kill the clown bastard."

Damian rested his hand on Danny's arm. "They let me out with them and I tried to kill Drake. As long as you uphold a promise not to kill anyone, you'll be allowed to patrol with us."

They reached the car, Damian sat behind the driver while Danny sat behind the passenger. Alfred put the bags in the trunk. "So? What will you be called on patrol?"

Danny rolled his eyes, popping his headphones in and not looking away from the window. "Respawn."

Storyboard

[veinssofglass]

waking up, I wanna make my way to the kitchen, still half asleep, noticing him sitting on the kitchen counter in my hoodie. I stand between his legs, holding his waist so softly, leaning in and kissing his neck, then pecking his forehead for good measure before making us coffee

[laurents-secret-diary]

touched up one of the other sketches ( ´ ꒳ ` )

[glassgob]

[Image ID: Digital illustration of Chime from Counter/Weight. Cass is the focal point, piloting the Megalophile. Surrounding them are pop-ups of the other Chime members doing various tasks on an assumed mission. End ID.]

ringing in the new year. ting 🔔

[cinamun]

Jayde has been out here collecting milestones like pokemon and her brother is mad salty about it.

[phantomrose96]

She likes to sit on the chair opposite me at the kitchen island and I just! Think she’s good!

[fourdiagnosesinatrenchcoat]

Who wore it* better?

*the inability to sit like a grownass human being in a chair

[toastedseavegetable]

brain space, bone space