#cw bruise

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - General!Penguin x GN!Reader word count: 750 a/n: oswald cobblepot is 100% the kind of freaky wee guy who would make you bite him so he could show off his wounds as proof that he has a partner u-u cw: biting, marking, begging, lil bit of an ownership theme 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Oswald's grip around our arm was firm, but not controlling. If you'd struggled, if you'd really wanted to break loose, you could have, and he would have let you. But this was just a playful display of affection, a little glimpse at the truth, of his desperate need to be close to you always.

"No, come on, don't go. Stay here with me, I'll order food to the warehouse. We'll make a date of it."

As you broke free from his grasp, you laughed.

"Not very covert to have some poor delivery driver show up to your hideout, Ozzie."

You offered him a smile, the good-natured teasing having the opposite effect you wanted it to as his own smile faded. Some might have found his desire to be with you all of the time quite needy, perhaps clingy, or irritating. You, however, found it flattering. It felt nice to be wanted, to be desired on such an intense level. And you'd be lying if the feeling wasn't mutual.

But where Oswald ran his own empire and commanded others, you were still one of the many people in Gotham still at the beck and call of someone else. Despite Oswald offering to rid you of that problem, you'd been determined to make your own way, and not let him spend any more of his time or money making you comfortable.

"I can't believe you're still going to leave me."

His exaggerated petted lip and sniffling warmed your heart, making you giggle as you rushed back over to him to give him yet another goodbye kiss.

Catching you in a romantic embrace, he held you close until you were out of breath, letting you go as you panted, cheeks flushed, heart pounding.

"Well, if you're going to leave... could you do me one favour before you go?"

"Anything for you, Oz."

He smiled, a grin that widened the more the sentiment of your words settled in his chest.

"Could you... It sounds very juvenile, the kind of thing that loved up teenagers might do... but would you maybe... bite me?"

The request surprised you. It wasn't too shocking for Oswald to suggest something a little kinky, but the way he asked made it seem less about the sexual merit and more emotional.

"Like... a love bite?"

"Yes! Exactly. Right here on my neck. Something that will leave a mark."

You raised an eyebrow, still wondering what the meaning behind his wish was. It did mean you'd have to stay a little while longer, but only seconds, maybe minutes. There had to be something else to it.

"Don't you have an important meeting this afternoon? Shouldn't I do it somewhere a little less visible?"

He blushed, looking away from you as he answered your question.

"Ah, well, you see, that's exactly the point. I'd like you to mark me. Make it known that I belong to someone. That I'm theirs. Yours. And having that on display is sort of... exciting."

In fairness, he was completely correct. The idea of having Oswald marred by your teeth marks, his flesh bruised and reddened by your mouth in a way he couldn't deny if someone were to ask him was definitely a turn on. And the accompanying sentiment that he belonged to you was the cherry on top.

So you moved back to him, kicking your leg over his and settling yourself in his lap. With your palms against his cheeks, you held his rough, round face tight and leaned your forehead to his. Your kisses peppered his skin, moving from his lips to his chin to his neck as you found the perfect place to sink your teeth into him. All while he gratefully moaned, delighting in being lavished with affection.

Once you had it, you closed your teeth around the spot, visible to anyone above where his shirt collar lay, and began to suck the flesh into your mouth. Your tongue swirled over him, the scent of his cologne filling your nose as you leaned closer, hands on his chest as you balanced yourself, his own hands curving around your waist and to your rear.

When you broke away, you took a moment to wipe your face free of saliva, easing yourself off his lap and admiring the bright red patch on his skin, attention drawn to the tent forming at the front of his pants.

"Ok, now I really have to go, Ozzie. But at least you have something to remember me by."

His eyes were still glazed over, his fingers touching at the warm mark as he smiled and waved goodbye.

[strawberry-pockii]

i promise i draw more than sylvix. (individuals under the cut, tumblr murdered the quality)

[a-reb]

darcy once again

[iwannaseeyouunravvel]

my tits are huge this would be great except i hate them so here

[grinningflower]

[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

i swear i’m good at color guard and Then

[ianthoni]

Oh yeah i succeeded it and came back from surgery alive but at what cost 😭😭

I still can't breathe properly someone help me find oxygen 😭

[snekyscribbles]

Oc Kindly from an angsty hurt comfort fic I’m writing for myself

[bloodywolfwings]

Goretober Day 12 - Bandaged up

Someone got hungry

[andiv3r]

@bi-squirrel @leon-swedfinqs @ineffablake @ltlemon @demitheshine @a-chaotic-business @xxc00l-k1dzxx @violet-prism-creatively @morelikesignificantannoyance @sort-of-dying @traumaravioli

Eeeee this was fun >:]

Let’s make a cast of Villains!

All you need to do is this picrew, and tag some people.

Here’s mine. An evil AI version of me.

Tags: @godofautism @dinosaurguts @mayhem-moth @crazed-rambler and anyone else who wants to join.

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - KTJL!Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader word count: 800 a/n: i think the only thing that could motivate me to get back up on my feet after an injury would be harley slapping on a hello kitty plaster and then kissing me. otherwise, i'm done cw: mentions of injury, mentions of blood, lil smooch 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

You'd been fighting for so long now you'd almost forgotten who it was you were in battle with. The only saving grace to your out of focus brain, exhausted, almost blindingly so, was that the people you weren't supposed to shoot were all beside you, lined up behind the wall you had chosen to defend yourselves behind.

Everyone had stationed themselves along it, popping up almost comically every so often to offer up their little bit of rage as they tried to take out as many of the opposition as possible. And of course, when each of you had taked out your spot, Harley had chosen to stick beside you.

You could never quite tell if it was a defensive move or just one of comfort. Was she insistent on keeping you safe? On you protecting her? Or was it just a tradition now? A good luck thing? Supersition based on your bond? Either way, you were very glad to always have that constant beside you. Her constant presence, constant chattering, constant unique brand of what you could only describe as nihilistic optimism.

And you were even more grateful for it in that moment, when you were knocked back by the large arm of someone, and it could have been any of your fellow squad mates, falling to the ground in a heap after scraping along the ground for a few feet. The pain was enough to have you curling up into a ball. Striking heat and a pulsing sting from the sharp gravel embedded into your fresh wounds combined with the dull ache of bruises quickly forming on your limbs and joints. Even your knuckles had taken a hit as you'd tried to stop yourself, instinctively curling your hands into fists to fight whatever might come for you while you were down.

As you lay there, wincing and whimpering, you could feel a shadow blocking the hot sun, looking up to find Harley taking in all of your injuries before she grinned wide and knelt down beside you.

"Aw, come on! You're letting the side down! Are we really gonna let those idiots look like the toughest ones on the squad?"

Her smile was infectious, and though her words were a bit pushy, you could understand where she was coming from. She continued regardless.

"I mean, this is a girl bos operation. Waller would agree, right, Mandy?"

There was no response from the omniscient voice in your ears,but it didn't matter much, as Harley had already begun talking again as she whipped out her lacklustre first aid kit and began wiping your scrapes.

"I love ya, but you're rolling around like some downed guy on a sports field."

She was harsh, or at least her words were. But she was gentle with her touch. Once your wounds were free of debris and blood, she carefully unwrapped six little band-aids, all of them with cute imagery on them and in bright colours. So very Harley. The pain was still almost unbearable though, even after being soothed over by her quick and caring hands.

Harley recognised that you might need a few more minutes. That not everyone was as resilient as she was, or that maybe you had alittle bit more of an instinct for self-preservation. Whatever it was, as she gazed off to the carnage that she was now no longer a part of, she pushed aside the desire to return to the violence and instead placed a hand on top of yours. Her fingers tangled around your own as she squeezed, a comforting grip that was accompanied by a surprising silence as Harley let you catch your own thoughts.

You would be ok. It's not like you had any other choice. There was limited time for you to work through the pain and get back on your feet, something that the relentless hail of bullets was reminding you of quite well.

As your eyes stared forwards, focused on the task you would have to return to shortly, you felt a warmth against your cheek, eyes catching Harley as she held your cheek in her palm, her lips against the other. Pulling you around to face her, her lips clumsily moved to yours as she quickly kissed you, affection pouring over you before she quickly pulled away and stood up.

"There! That should give ya somethin' to fight for! Or at least... to stay alive for!"

Pulling back from the kiss, Harley smiled wide, self-satisfied and cheerful as she looked at your reddening cheeks and bright eyes, the efffects of her kiss so obvious.

"If you make it outta here on those busted up little legs, I'll give you another!"

She winked, bouncing off to the front line again, not wanting to waste any more time that could be spent on unhinged violence. War now, love later.

[trashmancer]

Needless wizard whump ✨

[canisalbus]

In the animal hospital I work at we often joke about “white dog syndrome” in which they appear to bleed more than they actually do because of how brightly it stains their coats, causing even minor venipuncture errors to look like murder scenes. We have to clean them more thoroughly than other dogs to avoid upsetting clients. It makes me think of Machete every time. He seems like someone who would actually have a bleeding disorder too. White Dog Syndrome 2: Catholic Boogaloo.

[bramblebeau]

regret to report that you have to work on your wips in order to finish them

[weishenbwi]

I asked Bing's AI Generator for "Kim Taehyung with purple hair. The hair is shaved on one side. He's wearing a white button up shirt , partially unbottoned. His cheek is bruised and there's a glimmer in his eyes. Cyberpunk colors with blue and purple." And this is what it gave me:

[sethdomain]

festival aftermath