#hes sooo fucking hot

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Bat (1959)

[madscientistenthusiast]

Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice. 

Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can. 

Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there. 

It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.

Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically. 

It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood. 

He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie. 

“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?” 

“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.

“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.” 

“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.

“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty. 

“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-” 

“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-” 

“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles. 

“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word. 

Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.

“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.” 

And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home. 

The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!

[lacebird]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Star Wars x Columbia advert (October 31, 2024)

[rickybaby]

"Before we just tell me I’m shit, let’s at least get that sorted and put everything to bed.” 🗣️

[spock-smokes-weed]

Since maul is such a perfectionist and needs his REVENGE on Obi-Wan to be planned out and perfect, I feel like if they ever just bumped into each other Maul wouldn’t go full feral mode

Obi-Wan would be like “oh damn I guess we gotta fight to the death now :/“ and Maul grinding his teeth like “no not today it’s not on the flow chart”

[copias-juicebox]

the AUDACITY OF TAMBOURINE FLIPFLOP!

[ibunyang]

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK THEY SHOULDVE GIVEN HIM A FUCKINGGG RATTTT TAILL THIS IS FUCKING UNFAIRRRRRRRRRRR I CALL UNFAIRR REWORKK!!!!!!!!! REWORK HIMMM!!!!!!!! (does it myself.)

[woahjo]

I think tendou likes being called babygirl

reading this literally felt the same way i imagine it feels to have the devil knock at your door. i feel like frollo when he sees esmeralda in the flames because you’re soooo fucking right. i’m so sorry for what i’m about to become here and in the tags.

cw: petnames, groping, i mention and oedipus complex at the end, teasing (ofc), i really don’t know how to tag for this just know i’m thinking weird thoughts and i wanted to give u a warning. the tags are weirder.

i feel like at first it starts as a little joke between the two of you, but quickly spirals into tension filled teasing. you call him babygirl and he leans in real close to you and grins this sleepy, lust-drunk grin and goes “yes?” because it’s weird and he’s REALLLY into it.

he knows it gets you going when he responds to it and it’s something of a pet name, but for some reason he weaponizes it a little bit.

“how’s my babygirl today?”

“mmm hungry..” he smiles a sly grin. satori puts his hands on your hips and draws you close to his sitting figure. he rests his hands on your hips so that his face is positioned just below your chest. “i could eat you up.”

“i should be saying that to you,” you huff as he presses his mouth to your fleshy stomach.

“maybe,” he says but it’s clear his interests are elsewhere as his hand creeps up to cup your breast. “got something for me?”

your reply is breathy. “if you’re hungry, cook.”

“not that kind of hungry…” he hums quietly. “not gonna take care of me?” he presses his face into your clothed breast. “mean.”

you run your hands through his spiky red hair, tilting your head back as he looks at you over the swell of your chest with glassy, teasing eyes.

“you’re a big baby.”

“yup,” he pops his p and presses his mouth to your nipple through your shirt. “you smell good.”

you sigh as he palms at your chest as waist, mouthing at the fabric of your shirt. satori closes his eyes momentarily, furrowing his small eyebrows. his hands are so big on you, grabbing slowly and pinching at the fat on your sides.

“satori…” you gasp quietly.

“who?”

when you open your eyes, he’s smirking at you with his head tilted up, his mouth still half pressed to your chest.

“babygirl,” you breathe, despite the heat that rises to your face.

“yeah, that’s it,” he says lightly, giving you that weird signature smile he seems to adopt when you play along.

anyway……….. i think he’s oedipus complex weird. and i think he plays up on the discomfort of it. it gets him off.

[madaqueue]

dazais fingers deep in you, curling into spots you didn’t even know you had while he kisses your neck, leaving hickeys with gentle bites and licks. he was acting like he wasn’t knuckle deep in you, except for when he started talking. teases left him, praise mixed in with a little degradation left him, all the while you can’t stop thinking how his fingers can hit spots your fingers couldn’t, it wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t hit all the spots he could, but it was fine, he could help you with that.

AAAAAAGGHHHHH HIS STUPID LONG FINGERS FJDJDJDJDJDKFKFKFKKCKDKF

he’s got you in his lap, one arm holding you in place by your waist, your legs spread and dangling over his, utterly at his mercy. his fingertips press inside you, deeper than you’ve ever been able to reach yourself, and you nearly double over.

“aw, what’s wrong?” he’s laughing, the bastard is fucking laughing at the fucked out look on your face, the way you can’t even spit a retort when he’s thrusting his fingers impossibly deep. you try, of course, a sweet and determined thing like you will always try - but the moment he sees your mouth open, he sucks even harder on your neck, not even bothering to soothe over the bruise that will inevitably flower beneath it. “it feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

when you’re not able to respond, his motions slow - you can’t hold back a whimper. “c’mon now sweetheart, you can do better than that. use your words. tell me how good it feels.”

the words barely register, too focused on how you can get him to curl back into you, futilely grinding your hips down in a desperate search for friction before he easily holds you in place.

“c’mon,” he draws out the vowels. “let me hear those pretty little words.”

“d-deep,” you manage through strained vocal cords. “s-so deep.”

you can’t see his face twist into a grin, but from the contended hum, from the way his fingers resume prodding somehow deeper inside you until you start to spasm around him, you must have done something right

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[hai7ani]

Rindou hears his girl yapping about central cee to her bestie or something and he's quickly pulling out safari and looking his name up to see what the fuck is up with this guy

[peargreen-jellybean]

dp x w idea i want to draw but idk if i should. pretty nsfw but nothing super graphic, down below 👇 (thoughts?)

wade in the kitchen, cooking something either really good or a bit fucked up

no shirt, no pants. wearing a “spooning leads to forking” apron tied back tight. skimpy underwear on his hips. still wearing the suit’s mask and boots

logan gets home- after a day of bringing home the bacon or hero work- and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of wade shifting around the kitchen. he’s used to various states of nudity from wade. but he hasn’t seen this much warped skin exposed and barely covered with lace-y underwear before. with a big bow, from the ties of the apron, tied up just above the curve of his ass

logan croaks a ‘what are you wearing?’

wade happily explains that the laundry is being done, including most of their clothes and the suit (and damnit he forgot to add fabric softener, it makes the suit feel so nice against his elbows). the first load (haha) will be done soon

logan clarifies he means the partially sheer, lace underwear

still happy to explain and unaware of the inferno fire gaze behind him, wade babbles about vanessa, a pegging session, a different pegging session with him wearing her panties, they were too small but the fabric was nice and the night was awe-some. he online shopped, jacked off a couple times in between, got a pair in the correct size, ruined those one night whoopsies, got another pair, those got stabbed thru with a machete, bought another pair and those are what he’s wearing. they’re his laundry day outfit

logan cannot. stop. staring. the shimmer of scarred skin and the muscles that move beneath it have always been rather attractive, but the tease of being almost completely bare increases the attractiveness of everything tenfold. his wide shoulders. the dip of his back. his curving hips. the apron’s ties ghosting his ass. his long legs

oh logan is fucked, and he cannot bring himself to really mind

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at this point, i don’t know that i would do to continue this scenario bc it can go soo many directions. but the idea of a scantily clad wade oblivious to a very into it logan will not stop rattling around in my head

[bxgrimesx]

Id highly recommend masturbating in front of a mirror

[beloveds-embrace]

capitano from genshin is essentially a walking corpse and I’m about to make necrophilia my newest kink

[saetoshis]

HAVE MERCYYY OH MY LORD