#i should be immune you fucker

[dxckgrxsonx]

ella. beloved. #4 i beg. your pick on who with 💛

Title: You - 0. Shitty Motel Bathroom - 1. Pairing: Jason Todd x (F) Reader. Words: 1.4k Warnings: SMUT 18+ - Mentions of Violence & Injuries. Prompt: 4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds). Notes: Mags!! hi my love. this one got away with me and i only realised when i was 700+ words in and hadn't gotten to the smut part. whoops! hope you enjoy <3

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You can’t scrub the dust out of your tactical suit.

Water sloshes up your wrists and you flinch, the long, thin gash spreading up your forearm stinging something fierce and annoying. If Alfred knew you were washing both yours and Jason’s suits in a fucking motel bathtub he’d string you up in Wayne Manor as a warning to others.

Sucks to be you, Alfred, you’ll never find out.

The second you submerged the rough fabric in the tub the colour changed. Clear, to murky, to downright swamp water; three days worth of blood and dirt and grime hooked into the fabric and refusing to come free. If your throat wasn’t bruised from a strangulation attempt hours earlier you’d tip your head back and scream.

Sprawled out on the shitty motel bed Jason naps.

Digging bullets from his body turns consciousness headlong into drowsiness. Or maybe it was blood-loss. You’re no stranger to patching up Hood when things deviate from his carefully calculated plans, and as such, you’re scarily aware of his tolerance to pain.

He says its a side-effect of the Lazarus Pit–his body deadening the nerves in response to physical trauma–you say he’s full of fucking shit because no one can sit through hours of forceps pulling bullet spliters from three different layers of skin, fat, and muscle before his souped up body knits closed the wounds.

Jason just grinned, eyes glowing such a vibrant green you’d asked if he was actually a Lantern.

The smile dropped off his face so fast you ended up with whiplash and you had to move even faster to avoid a furious headbutt. But you couldn’t escape his forty-seven minute rant about how Green Lantern is a stupid bitch.

Now, Jason lays silent like the grave, although you’ve caught his trigger finger flexing in his sleep. You hope whatever he’s dreaming about isn’t nasty enough to follow him back into wakefulness.

You give up trying to clean your suits, instead planning to fire them off into space to hide the evidence of your bathtub wash failure; in your head, you’re pretty sure Roy could invent something close to a cannon strong enough to launch things into the stratosphere, although he’d call it something stupid like: GCPD’s outstanding response to finding evidence.

Stepping back into the room you move to check on Jason and pause.

It’s a thin sheet covering his lower half–so far from the colour white you don’t want to think about it–and he’s hard.

Desire blooms against the palms of your hands at the way his cock tents the fabric.

At your staring, Jason wakes with an annoyed huff.

“Can you not stare at me?”

“I don’t know, can you not get a hard on and distract me?”

Jason locks up, then tries to sit up, but his body fails immediately, giving right out from under him. His hand tries to cover where he presses up against the sheets but it doesn’t make much of a difference. All you can focus on now is the thickness of him, of how part of his length still spills out around his hand.

You swallow and it hurts.

“You’re not helping.” Jason states when you don’t look away. “So unless you’re going to help, leave so I can get things under control.”

Your eyebrow climbs up, “Get things under control how? Your dominant arm is fucked and I clearly remember pulling a bullet from your hip, and thigh. The only thing you should be getting under control is your shitty reflexes.”

Memory surges, Jason’s body curling in on itself, leg dragging heavy and limp behind him. His helmet hid the look on his face, but you’ve been fighting beside him enough times now to read other parts of him. He was hurt, in pain, and he still tackled the body pressing you into the dirt, hands clamped tight around your neck.

“I should’ve let them choke you to death.” He says, still hard.

Your mouth quirks up, “Too late for that now. Want some help with that? I could use a stress reliever.”

Jason’s eyes search your face, the weight of his attention something physical, “You’d be doing most of the work.”

“Yeah but I’ll be on top for once.”

He sighs, settling back against the thin pillows, “If this bed breaks, you’re the one telling reception.”

“Bet.”

****

Jason pants desperately underneath you, sweat clinging to the strands of hair falling over his forehead. He won’t take his eyes off the way your pussy swallows his cock, inches sinking into your perfect wet heat and twitching.

Planting your feet, you feel the fierce burn in your thighs and fuck yourself on his length.

Beneath you, Jason moans, abdomen flexing. His hands reach for your hips on reflex and he whips back with a flinch when his wound splits and pulls, displeasure detonating across his face so quick you want to laugh.

“Fuck.” He whines. “I want to touch you so bad.”

Smoothing a palm across his chest you pinch at his nipple, “Only you wouldn’t be happy with being asked to lay there and let me fuck myself on your dick.

Your pace slows to a gentle rock of your hips, clit grinding at the base of his cock. Your own wetness gathers there, and you can feel the swell of Jason’s chest whilst he watches you smear your own juices across your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Ugh. So fucking pretty.” He says. “You’re beautiful.”

The praise has heat splashing wild, near uncontrollable, up your throat, and you lean down to kiss Jason. As soon as your lips brush he tips his head in such a way you sigh softly, the pressure of his mouth making your head spin. Your lips part ever-so-slightly and Jason–never one to waste an opportunity–licks into your mouth.

Pulling back you rest your foreheads together and despite his injuries, Jason raises his hips and fucks up into you.

“Shit.” You breathe. “Be careful, Jay. Last thing I want is you fucking up your stitches.”

Being as close together as you are, Jason shifts a free hand and uses it to trace the finger shaped bruises around your throat. Fury flashes bright and brilliant in his eyes, mouth pressing into a frown the longer he stares; the longer he watches you wince at the mere pressure of his hand.

“I’m sorry you got hurt.” He whispers, voice so low you barely catch the undertow of guilt. But you sink your fingers into the meat of it and want to weep. “I hate it when you get hurt.”

The rock of your hips falters, emotion slipping heavy across your shoulders, you cave inwards, unable to fully hold its weight. If you had been paying more attention, it never would have happened anyway and the knowledge that Jason–your perfect Jason–so full of emotion, blames himself for it?

You could start to cry and never quite stop.

“Don’t do that.” You try to say, but your voice is so swollen with emotion it hardly makes sense, “It’s not your fault. Please, Jason.”

His head shakes, hips picking up a gentle rhythm, setting the pace where you left off despite the pull at his body. Pleasure flares in your cunt, over your heart. Jason invokes such a strong sense of fondness at the middle of your chest it drives you near mad.

You’re so close to falling. Nerves strung taut, maybe a little frayed at the softness of him, but you’re ready for it; ready to tip off the edge and tumble into his capable hands.

“You’re everything.” Jason says, and he closes his eyes so you can’t see him. Something critical inside you revolts at the fact you can’t look him in the eye. “You mean everything.”

“Can you look at me?” You ask, trembling and holding yourself at the precipice of bliss. “Please can I see you, Jason.”

His eyes flutter open, a raw, violent kind of devotion curling around that mesmerizing green and you snap, shaking and squeezing at his cock, hand desperately flying to your clit to rub at it, feel it twitch fat against the pads of your fingers.

Jason watches you so carefully and you call his name, beg him to come with you, and he wouldn’t dream of denying you a damn thing.

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[insert-name-heres-things]

Happy Disability Pride Month!!!

Remember Folks:

- SELF CARE IS NUMBER ONE

- Use your spoons sparingly! Here’s some spoons to go: 🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄

- Clean your mobility aids! (Seriously dude when was the last time you wiped that shit down with an antibacterial?)

- Accommodate yourself, as others will follow.

- Make goals within your reach and abilities

- DO YOUR COPINGS SKILLS

- Remember to stay hydrated and take your meds!

- For my fellow heat sensitive homies, stay cool this summer! A cold rag draped behind your neck, airy clothing, a small portable hand fan, keeping ice packs ready, cold water and expecially cold electrolyte drinks, all do wonders!

- For my fellow autistic folks, don’t be afraid wear earmuffs, stim, use chew charms, whatever it is that helps you regulate. You don’t have to mask if it’s something that isn’t benefitting to your life.

- POTS havin mofos like me, salt the ever loving fuck out of your food. Try different foods with salt, such as fruits and vegetables! I’m currently eating a salty tomato. Drink lots of water, I’ve been aiding gateraid packets to my water and it’s made a HUGE difference, especially as someone who hates drinking water.

- Those with PTSD for whatever reason, I wish you safety and support as you learn to cope and hopefully heal.

- I don’t know exactly what to say to others with H-EDS, as I’m still understanding this disorder other then BE CAREFUL WITH YOURSELF THIS PRIDE MONTH. I swear to god we are the most accident prone mother fuckers lmfao-

- If your immune system is all fucky like mine, keep clean and be sanitary, communicate with others that if they’re sick you can’t be around them, and wear a mask if you feel like that’s the right option for you. In my hometown I’ve gotten yelled at more than once for wearing a mask post-covid, however you can’t let someone else’s ignorance result in your own suffering.

- Don’t forget to move around and stretch! A little movement can do a lot for your body.

- Check in with your disabled friends! Try and see if there’s any way you can help one another, see where both of your strengths and weaknesses lie, and swap some spoons!!

- Be aware of what triggers your disorders. Whether if it’s caffeine triggering bipolar episodes, the weather causing fibro flares, big changes causing meltdowns, overexerting your hypermobility, whatever it is, it matters. Listen to your body and mind.

- Don’t be afraid to call out that doctor who isn’t listening, dismissing your symptoms and medically gaslighting you.

- While it may not seem like a big difference for some, trust me when I say your appetite is so important! Remember if it comes down to it, that it’s better to eat something, ANYTHING, than nothing at all. 

- To that person who might be hesitant, ashamed or might be questioning wether or not they should use a mobility aid, if it’s the difference between you being stuck at home vs going out and living some life… USE THAT MOBILITY AID!!! Same goes for braces and any other tool that may help you live a better quality of life.

- Be accepting towards those with disabilities different then your own- remember this month isn’t a competition about who’s struggling the most, rather to understand that people of physical, psychological, sensory, neurodivergence, and even undiagnosed disabilities all share one thing in common.. WHICH IS BEING DISABLED!

- Doesn’t matter who you are, how young or old, black or white, thick or thin - the disabled minority is one you can end up becoming a part of at any time, and likely will if you live long enough. Disability doesn’t discriminate, so EVERYONE should be advocating for disabled people’s rights.

- And of course, have pride in being disabled. This shit is fucking hard, but if you’re reading this, you’re doing it. Just being here today and doing what you can handle or manage, is doing your best, and that’s enough. You don’t have to push yourselves to impossible lengths to be proud of yourself.

Here, have the disability pride flag:

[macbcth]

what your favourite dunmeshi ship says about you

farcille: you're classic, you make sense, you like to see the lesbians winning and also you're a bit of a monster fucker: you may or may not specifically have a wing kink

chilshi: you like your men hairy and fat, also you are not immune to panty-shot propaganda, your love language is acts of service

chilaios: you have a size kink

labru: you prefer mlm ships over any other pairing, you think character foils should fuck, you may be a sucker for blue eyes

laimar: your favourite trope is friends to lovers, also you like to see the bisexuals winning, you're also.. what the poets might call.... weird

marchil: your favourite trope is enemies to lovers, your love language is banter, and you're the kind of person who says 'i can fix him' far too often

kabumisu: your ship could burn down the world and violate the geneva convention and you would still call both of them babygirl, also you like angst

laios x monsters: you like tentacle porn

[lostcherise]

Know Your Place

pairing: ben/soldier boy x f!reader

summary: Ben isn't quite happy you get to boss him around, so he takes it upon himself to truly show you who's in charge.

tags/warnings: set in the 80s, just pure smut zero plot, soldier boy being a prick (a hot prick tho), dub con at first, dom!ben, rough sex, hair pulling, gagging, face fucking, choking, sir kink, creampie

word count: 3,741

a/n: you know the drill, not proofread yet but i'll get to it eventually. any feedback is welcome, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing this.

The rhythmic clacking of your heels echoed throught the empty hallways of Vought Tower. Not a soul was around at that time of night, it was very well past 10P.M, the only remaining employees in the building being the night shift security guards and you.

Young and ambitious, you strived to fight your way to the top in the harsh cruel world of a male dominated corporation, and well, field in general. To say you hadn't been over the moon the moment you had gotten promoted to being Stan Edgar's right hand, his replacement when needed in supervising Payback, would have been an understatement.

However, the excitement soon fizzled out once you got an insight of how things truly operated within the corporation and the Payback team. Especially Soldier Boy. That man although downright handsome, he was just as much of a prick. It was fine being a simple assistant, your interactions were kept minimal, but along with the promotion came more time spent with the members of Payback.

With a deep sigh, you braced yourself before your fist made contact with the wooden door in a firm knock. You rolled your shoulders back, as if to seem more confident, when in reality anxiety was eating you up from the inside. The door forcefully swung open, causing a startled gasp to slip out of you.

"Well, sweetheart, I knew you'd come around eventually." Soldier Boy drawled. He stood tall and confident, his large frame towering over you, scandalously dressed in just a deep green silk robe - same shade as his suit.

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to quip back, but that was not the reason you were there. "I'm here to talk business." you gave him a pointed look.

To your surprise, he silently stepped to the side motioning for you to come in and you did not miss the way his eyes traveled up and down as he took you in. As much as your mind fought to maintain control, your heart betrayed you and took over, heartbeat increasing. Heat rushed to your cheeks because you just knew he had heard that.

"I'm all ears, doll." you could hear the smug smirk on his voice.

"Listen, Soldier Boy-"

"Ben."

Your body whipped back to look at him. "What?"

"Call me Ben when we're alone." he commanded.

"Soldier- Ben." you corrected yourself immediately. "It's about your upcoming movie."

Immediately you were met with a groan, and Ben scowled at you as he made his way to his mini bar. "I've told that fucker Edgar millions of times, and I'm telling you this too." he pointed at your direction, a crystal tumbler in hand. "I'm not sharing the spotlight with that cum guzzler, Noir."

"It will improve your ratings, it's good for diversity."

Instead you were met with a condescending scoff. "Sweetheart, I don't need any of that," he inched closer to you, the ice clinking against the crystal walls of his glass with each step closer to you. "I'm fuckin' Soldier Boy."

"Why don't you get off your high horse and just do the fucking movie?" you snapped, shocking both him and you. Usually, you remained poised and collected, but the increasing stresses of the job were catching up to you.

"Excuse me?" he asked, looking up at you with a raised brow from the rim of his glass.

"As your boss-"

"No woman is the boss of me." he cut you off, before gulping down the rest of his drink.

That comment should have angered you more than it truly had, but over the years your skin had thickened this much you were practically immune to such words. Instead, it just riled you on even more. Call it stubborness, pride; you didn't care it just drove you to show that whatever men could do, you did it better.

"And yet, here I am." this time it was your turn to smirk smugly.

Ben inched closer to you, so close his spicy ambery scent engulfed you entirely. Once again, your heart betrayed you beating so hard as if it was fighting to burst out of your chest.

"And yet, too powerless to make me change my mind." Ben spoke in a low rumbling hum.

His body heat was pulling you in, itching to be engulfed by him. And although you knew better than to get linked with him in such way, your body ached to feel him; lust and curiosity were killing you.

Ben inched closer, an action that had you leaning in closer to him involuntarily, he was pulling you in like a magnet. "The answer's no sweetheart, give it up." he pulled back abruptly, his tone turning clipped in just a matter of seconds. With a pivot, he made his way over to the mini bar once more for a refill.

Frozen, you stood there for a few seconds before you snapped back to reality and marched off to where he stood.

"I've risked a lot to be in this position and I'm not going to allow a manchild like you jeopardize my job. So, accept the offer." your chest was heaving. Frankly, you didn't know where that sudden burst of bravery came from, but one thing you were sure of was that it was reckless; given the fact that Soldier Boy was a literal walking ticking time bomb.

The bottom of his glass clanked loudly against the marble counter top and it was only a matter of seconds before you found yourself pinned between him and the counter. While one hand gripped the edge of the counter, the other had your jaw in a tight hold.

His mossy green eyes were ablaze, glaring down on you. "Go on and act boss on those sack jugglers, but that attitude won't work on me."

The way his body was pressed against you, your thigh somewhat between his - as much as your pencil skirt could allow you - his rough hands on you, should have ignited a sense of fear in you. Oddly, it had the opposite effect and your skin sizzled beneath his calloused fingers, your imagination jumping wildly at pictures you were painting in your head of what those very same fingers were capable of doing to you.

Involutarily, your legs spread just a little wider, which of course did not go unnoticed by Ben. Cocky and full of himself, he chuckled at your state, it was so easy to get you were he wanted and he hadn't even tried.

"What is it sweetheart? You want a taste, hm?" his hand traveled further down, enclosing around your throat, constricting your airway ever so slightly.

Forming a coherent answer seemed like a foreign concept, your mind screaming at you to say that this was wrong on so many levels, yet all you could muster to let out were weak whimpers.

Of course, to Ben that seemed enough of an affirmative answer and wasted no time in jumping into action. If it was even possible, he harshly pulled you closer, and you could feel all of him against you, hard all over.

"The things I keep thinking of doing to you every time I see the way you sway that sweet piece of ass in that tight skirt of yours," he grumbled in your ear and grabbed a handful of your left ass cheek in a tight squeeze. "Drives me mad, doll." he finished his sentence with an echoing slap on your ass that had you jumping with a yelp.

The same hand then moved up to grab a fistful of your hair, his fingers curling at the roots. "On your knees." he commanded, ushering you down by giving your hair a firm tug.

Right there and then was a perfect opportunity to get up and leave, yet your knees made contact with the cold marble floor beneath you, all the while your gaze never left his. You were pretty sure you looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and somewhat scared; scared of what was to come next, and yet that also riled you on even more.

Yes, you were aware of the hushed whispers shared amongst your female coworkers about him; of his skills in pleasuring women. Now it was your turn to see for yourself. Either you were going to hate this, or love this too much that no other man after him could compare.

"Be a good girl and use that mouth of yours for something good this time, hm?" Ben curled his top lip, pulling at your hair and forcing your head backwards to look at him.

Unable to speak, you simply nodded to which you earned a cocky smirk in response. Not bothering to strip completely, Ben simply pushed his robe aside, revealing his hardened length.

Of course that slut was naked under his robe, you thought to yourself, but your train of thought was cut short when you felt your head being pushed towards his cock. As if with a mind on its own, your mouth enclosed around his shaft, already halfway in, his angry tip hitting the back of your throat.

A guttural sound slipped past parted lips and Ben thrusted himself further down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He pulled you back by your hair and you coughed out and gasped for air. A few seconds passed before you found yourself in the same position, this time slackening your jaw to take in his girth better, his firm hold on the back of your head steadily keeping you in place.

His hips snapped in short, rhythmic thrusts as he fucked himself down your throat. "You take me so well, better than any other broad." Although the compliment was backhanded, it still managed to light up a fire within you, making your chest swell with a newfound wave of confidence.

You tried matching his frantic rhythim, bobbing your head along his length, pulling your head back whenever he pulled back his hips, meeting him again when he pushed deep in you, your nose burying in the short tuft of hair around the base of his cock.

A few more seconds passed and your eyes started brimming with tears as you struggled for breath, while also fighting back the feeling of the dull throbbing in your throat. You were definitely going to wake up with a sore throat in the morning.

Ben, seemingly lost in the throes of his pleasure, kept fucking into you, unaware of your struggle. Your hand found purchase on his strong thigh, giving it a series of firm squeezes to get his attention back to you.

He took one good look at you, at the state he had you in, all disheveled and teary eyed before he pulled out. He smiled pridefully and the sight of you like that made his cock twitch for more. "Up." he commanded, to which you immediately jumped up on your feet. A little dizzy, you braced yourself with your hands on his chest.

Ben's strong forearm wrapped beneath your bottom, lifting you up as if you were light as a feather. You held his gaze, all the while he carried you to his room.

In a swift motion, he threw you on the large Alaskan king bed adorning his large bedroom, and you fell lying on your side. You lifted yourself up on your knees, shaky fingers fumbling with the tie of his robe. "How do you want me?" you asked quietly, looking at him through your lashes.

"Oh, sweetheart," Ben cooed, bending down to grab your chin, the pad of his thumb toying with your bottom lip, then pushing inside your mouth to press against your tongue. "I'll have you any way I want."

At his words, your lips wrapped around his digit the same way they had wrapped around his cock. You pulled back, "Please." you let out a wanton whimper.

"Aren't you an eager one?" he chuckled, his hand moving down to grip around your throat, and pushing you down on the mattress in one swift motion. He followed suit, hovering over you and sizing you up as if he was a predator and you were his prey; he had you cornered right where he wanted you to be.

Immediately, your face flushed red, because yes you were being incredibly eager for him. You clearly weren't thinking straight, but that would be an issue to deal with for when you were no longer so horny.

"I need you inside me. Please, sir."

"Say that again." Ben's voice was so low it almost came out as a growl, his tone also full of lust.

"Please, sir, fuck me." you begged once more, your hands coming up to hold on to his strong forearm.

"Only because you asked so nicely."

He quickly removed his hand from your throat and forcefully ripping your shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. His eyes were transfixed on the frantic up and down of your chest, watching the swells of your breasts moving with each sharp intake.

He mouthed at each one through the thin satin fabric of your bralette, feeling your nipples harden against his mouth. Albeit disappointed he didn't pay enough attention to your breasts, it was all lost on you the moment his hand slid up your skirt, between your thighs. His fingers wrapped around the fabric of your panties, bunching them at the center of your core, pulling them against you and causing much needed friction against your clit.

"Shit." you gasped out at the foreign sensation. No one had played with your clit like that. With each passing second, the fabric glided in between your folds with much ease as it was getting soaked with your slick.

"Gonna fucking wreck you." he groaned against your stomach, his teeth grazing your bare skin. "Think you can take it?"

"Yes. Yes, sir!" At this point you were panting like a bitch in heat. Your hands found their way in his sandy brown locks, tugging softly.

Ben remained silent, but his actions spoke louder than any words that could've been said. With one flick of his wrist, your panties were torn, leaving you in just your bra and skirt. His hand moved to do the same to your skirt, but in a tiny moment of clarity, your hand came over his. "Please don't rip this one, too."

Ben chuckled breathlessly, "You're no fun sweetheart." he chided, but complied nonetheless. In no mood for teasing, he quickly pulled the zipper down and slid your skirt down your thighs and past your ankles. His fingers then found their way on your cunt, sliding two fingers across your folds to gather up your slick, before plunging them deep inside you with no warning.

"Oh, shit." you moaned breathlessly; the pace of his fingers quickening inside you with every pulse of your muscles around them. Your whines raised in volume as he curled his fingertips, hitting the back of your pelvic bone.

His assault on your pussy went on for a few more seconds, until your slick was dripping down his knuckles, your pussy all prepped and ready to take him. With a lewd sound, he removed his fingers and moved them towards you, toying with your lips. Eagerly, you lapped up at his long digits, tasting yourself on him.

"Gonna fuckin' wreck you." Ben grunted heavily above you, lifting your left leg up and positioned your ankle on his strong shoulder, while you wrapped your right one around his waist.

With a shy smile, your hands reached to toy with the tie of his robe again, only this time your forefinger looped around the knot, undoing it in one swift motion. A shaky breath was caught in your throat the moment you finally took him in, in all his glory. He was so big and strong all over, it made your core ache for him in a way that had you questioning your sanity.

"I can take it, please."

You held your gaze with his, noticing the change in his eyes; how they darkened with desire. His plump lips curled into a smirk, he remained silent all the while he grabbed himself by the base, moving the tip of his length to align with your slit.

Your jaw slacked the moment his head pushed in. Ben moved deliberately slow, sheathing himself inside you inch by inch, until he bottomed out. You both groaned at the feeling, of how he was stretching you so perfectly, of how your pussy clamped up around him, engulfing and sucking him in.

His hand gripped around your thigh tight enough to bruise, bracing himself as he pulled out almost entirely, and pushing back in in one hard thrust. His movements repeated, growing more frequent with each thrust, yet the force remained the same.

After about five or six thrusts, Ben had set a steady pace that had you moaning beneath him; although at first the stretch of his cock hurt you a bit, it all melted down to pure pleasure.

Ben's free hand moved to pull your bra cups down, just enough so he could admire the way your breasts spilled out and bounced rhythmically with his every thrust. He delivered a couple of firm slaps on each one, your nipples tingled in pained bliss upon contact.

"Do it again."

"Ask nicely." Ben's hand gripped your jaw and keeping your head in place, forcing you to focus on him. Despite that, your eyes still rolled in the back of your head as Ben kept on fucking into you relentlessly, his pace never once faltering.

"Please, sir."

As much as Ben would love to keep you on the edge and beg for it more, he loved hearing the way you moaned and clenched around his cock more, so he gave in. He only stopped his assault on your breasts until they were red and sore to the touch and you kept begging for him to stop.

He grabbed your ankle off his shoulder, throwing it to the side so you were now flipped on your stomach and face first with the mattress. "Ass up, doll." he commanded, landing a firm slap to your ass. Silently, you obeyed, shimmying your hips further up, and arched your back in a perfect angle.

Ben's hands toyed with the fatness of your cheeks, massaging them and digging his fingers into the supple skin, and he spread them apart exposing yourself to him. He admired the way your pussy glistened in the dimly lit room and he pulled your cheeks just a bit further, transfixed by the way your walls clenched around nothing.

The tip of his cock rubbed against your folds, teasing your entrance before moving a bit further down to play with your hardened clit. He guided his cock back up to align with your entrance, plunging himself deep with ease. He was on one knee - the only time Ben ever saw himself on that position - having better leverage that way, being able to fuck into you much deeper.

He grunted behind you, loving the way you so eagerly bounced back on his cock, your hips meeting him halfway. You were a whining mess beneath him and he loved every second of it. Feeling very gracious, he moved one hand down between your legs, his middle finger finding its way to your clit expertly. His pace on your nub matched that of his hips and it was what drove you over the edge.

Your hands gripped the bed covers, and you buried your head deeper into the mattress to muffle the screams of pleasure that ripped through you. Tingles coursed through your body, all the way to your toes as that hot familiar feeling built up inside you. It was only seconds after when your back arched even deeper, and your pussy clamped up around Ben's thickness as your orgasm hit you in waves. His finger never once halted, only prolonging that warm blissful feeling that had your toes curling and your entire body shivering.

"Such a good girl, doin' so good f'me. Taking my cock so well." Ben praised you, only now he sounded the tiniest out of breath, indicating that he must be close to his own climax as well.

A few seconds later, your body began to relax as the aftershocks of your orgasm began to die down. His hand moved up to press your head roughly into the mattress, his hips snapping frantically into your needy cunt as he chased his own orgasm. The bed creaked beneath as Ben was fucking into you with such force, you were surprised you were able to take it, given his superhuman strength.

"Gonna fill you up so good." he moaned above you.

"God, yes. Yes!" you screamed, his balls were slapping against your overstimulated clit, driving you into your second orgasm. It came over you like the first one times 10, your entire body quaking as it pusled through you.

Ben's fingers curled around the roots of your hair, his grip on your head tightening and pushed you even deeper into the mattress. His hips slapped sloppily against yours for a few more thrusts, until they halted. His cock twitched and spilled his hot seed inside you, coating your walls white. He came hard and loud, his chest rumbling whilst he let out a deep guttural moan.

He pulled out with a groan, and admired the way his cum dripped out of your swollen pussy and onto the covers; truly a sight he'd never get tired of. He slumped back on he bed, resting against the headboard, only after grabbing a much needed blunt from his nightstand.

You hadn't moved much, only now you were sat up on your knees and eyed him, the way his hair fell over his eyes, the way his pecs shone with a light sheen of sweat. Ben caught your gaze, smirking at you as he blew a thin cloud of smoke, he studied how there was a sense of reluctancy written in your eyes.

With an outstretched hand, he offered you the blunt with a doubtful look in his eyes. Silently, you accepted without any second thoughts which only surprised Ben even more. Your eyes held a silent conversation with his, a new kind of tension loomed above the two of you.

Work was going to be interesting the next morning.

[auroralwriting]

just like me ౨ৎ

ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: after you get bit, you knew you’d be alright. ellie, though, had no clue. after all, no one but tommy and maria knew..

the pain you felt was immense. even though you couldn’t get infected, that shit still hurt. the feeling of rotting teeth, half fanged and sharp, dig into your hip hurt like all hell. those damn clickers sure did have a nasty bite.

you tried your best to hold back a yell, truly, you didn’t want that attention on you. but you just couldn’t help it.

footsteps rushed upstairs, gunfire right next to your ear as the clicker on you fell limp to the floor.

“holy shit,” ellie commented, seeing the blood on your hip. “holy shit!”

the calmness on your face made her panic. why the fuck weren’t you freaking out? you were surely going to die!

“ellie, don’t freak out,” you say slowly. she walked up to you and pulled your pants’ waistline down to see the nasty bite.

“don’t freak out?!” she yells, “you just got fucking bit!”

“i’m okay, els,” you try to ease her.

she looks at you confused, but with tears in her eyes. “how the hell are you okay?!”

you take a deep breath, “i’m immune. this’ll be my second bite.”

“y-you- your, what?” ellie stands up, her face filled with too many emotions to name. “immune?”

“i can’t infect you, or hurt you,” you slowly explain. “all that’ll do is scar. i’m gonna be okay.”

ellie now grabs your face, your cheeks slightly smushed in her hands. “are you fucking joking?”

“no,” you reply, face still mashed.

“you’re immune. holy shit, you’re immune!” she looks happy, the realization setting in. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” she asks, a slight bit of anger taking over. “i’m your best friend and you didn’t tell me?”

you sigh, taking her hands into your own and letting them fall to your sides. “tommy found me when i was seven. i was a little thing with an old bite on the back of my neck. he instantly knew i was immune, but not safe. he knew people would want me. but i was just a kid, you know?” you explain. “so, he took me in. told me not to tell a soul. you’re the third person to know besides maria.”

“i guess i can’t blame you,” ellie sighed. “joel told me the same thing.”

“us and our father figures, hu-wait, what?” you joke fell flat as you heard her words in your mind. “ellie, what are you saying?”

ellie smiled a bit, laughing. “those fuckers have been putting us together for patrol knowing we’d be alright!” she cried out in laughter.

“are you-”

“yeah.”

woah. you were both immune. you and your best friend. “ellie, holy shit!” you started to laugh with her.

“fuck, you had me so worried,” she sighed after a while of laughing, pulling your forehead against her own.

“i was worried you were gonna fucking shoot me,” you laughed softly.

ellie pulled back, eyes staring into your own. “i’d never do anything bad to you.” she replied, but this felt a lot different from the tone she usually takes with you.

actually, you’d seen her look like this at kat way back when she got that tattoo.

“ellie..” you say softly, eyes flickering to her lips.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispered, lips hovering just over your own. you could feel them ever so softly.

slowly, you pressed your lips together. it felt magical. you didn’t even know you were waiting for this moment until it happened. maybe ellie felt the same.

after pulling away, ellie cleared her throat. “uh, well,”

you looked outside “should be getting back, yeah?” ellie nodded, only one hand leaving yours. the other still was firmly holding yours.

“what a damn story this would be if we could tell it,” ellie chuckled.

“damn right.”

[acupofinkedblood]

Boombox x reader

TW: NSFW headcanons

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• As expected from the chill guy of Playground, the dominance and submissive dynamic can’t really apply on him as he is neither of them. Although sometimes he does like you bossed him around and take the charge, he just swings somewhere in his own direction. Boombox is a switch, but then again he has a reference to bottom the majority of time, as he used to receive more than to give. You definitely see that coming though, his vibe is just like that

• To be frank with you, the majority of Playgrounders are pretty much open-minded when it comes to sex, and Boombox isn’t any different from them in that aspect. You are welcome to test things out with him to see which new way can you guys go. Of course, he doesn’t mind being introduced to new things at all. You already know him well, he is pretty much open to try out anything that crossed your mind. Gotta say, you will be surprised on how easy-going he is in sex

• I feel like it’s collectively agreed upon the fact that Boombox has a specific playlist for sex. Though his sex drive is surprisingly lower than most people assume him to be, considering the fact that Playgrounders have quite the reputation in regards of their sexual desire, basically that’s where most fuckers — no jokes intended — stay after all. I’d like to compare him to a bear, especially in his chonky physique as it is mentioned before. It’s big, but don’t worry, you can handle it just fine with a bit more effort. And fun fact: The visor stays on. He has to see somehow as well after all, of it’s just a quirk of his

• Slight drugs or alcohol involved to get the two of you into the mood. A bit of weed, some line of powder, few cups of beverages— it can get him in the right mood. Like c’mon, that’s just what majority of artists do when they need inspiration. And it serves as his way to set up the mood. He will be rather quieter like that, but only for a while before he started to whine and grunt when you go down on him. Sure, he won’t be able to make fully coherent statements, but that doesn’t mean it will stop his noises. Hell, it even gets him to be louder. Usually he prefers you to be on top and ride him as much as you want, and it just gets more highlighted in this specific situation

• Have you ever get drunken on the atmosphere of a party even though you just barely entered it? And especially when you haven’t drank a sip of alcohol throughout the whole time too. That drowsy state can actually make people feel more needy as well as clingy. It’s more common in introvert, but that doesn’t mean extrovert is immune to this atmosphere drunk mood. They just have better social endurance. Boombox isn’t an exception when it comes to that. This can be an alternative instead of the drug that is mentioned earlier, that is if the two of you are aware of your surroundings enough to be proud of that idea. Slight exhibitionist, definitely not against the idea of a quickie as he drags you out somewhere else in the middle of the party: Be it an alleyway that is served as another exit from the party or behind the scenes of his DJ set. The thrill of it makes him come quicker, keeps that in mind

• You’re the one that handle the pace here. He doesn’t mind it really, though you’re welcome to be a tad rougher with him than usual if that is what you want to do. When he’s topping, he prefers to keep it quick and right straight to the point. Though when it’s those day when he is a bottom, he can be pretty lazy and leave it all to you

• He’s a bit clumsy when it comes to giving. His tongue is quite thick, and aside from kissing, he doesn’t have that much experience when giving head. He expects you to guide him through it, telling him what should he do and definitely into it when you pull his horns to aid his work. If he’s the one being received, make sure that he has something to bite on because he can be loud as hell. He is quite big himself, so if you can handle it, you’re in for a treat because your mouth drive him crazy to the point that you can see the heart appearing on his visor

• Oh please, do you think he can keep up the teasing game? He admits his defeat there. And just a side note for you, he can be flustered pretty easily when it comes to you. And it’s more than just obvious at how he will turn into a blushing mess when you’re teasing him like there is no tomorrow. Tease him as much as you want, use your words or your actions, he absolutely melts when you do that

• He has enough stamina for a few rounds before get completed fucked out, alright? But those rounds aren’t technically short or anything. Boombox actually has more physical endurance than people give him credit for. And you can get him to hit his climax over again quickly the entire session, and all you see is him panting like a dog in heat while that heart symbol keeps appearing on his visor. It worths everything to see that sight, trust me

• If he’s bottoming, then he will be light out almost immediately by the time you’re done with him. On other cases he will be rather spent, but still have enough strength to pull you close against his chest and cuddle you. He can still murmur sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing you wherever you are feeling sore at. The two of you will just lie there lazily to catch your breath, and a cuddle session afterwards is actually pretty soothing though

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: Shoutout to a friend of mine who gave me a few ideas to work on this, and merry Christmas my dear customer! I hope my tea can keep you warm in whatever way you prefer (っᵔ◡ᵔ)っ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

Note 2: Bloody Q ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)ᯓ★

[gotta-pet-em-all]

Pokemon-induced healing

And why you fuckers shouldn't rely on it for everything, Arceus fuck stop forcing your poor Chansey to take care of wounds that you should seriously go to the hospital for

* * * * *

okay. SO. To preface this, I volunteered in a Pokemon center for a while. And while this was just a volunteer position and not something I had medical training for, I've also got personal experience. Due to my poor coordination and shitty connective tissue, I tend to fall over, bump into things, and bruise very easily. So trust me when I say I know what I'm talking about.

So, how does pokemon healing work?

That's a fucking complicated question. So, let's start with the healing moves and narrow it down. The main ones I'm going to be talking about here are Heal Pulse, Life Dew, and Floral Healing.

Actually no I'm not qualified to talk about Floral Healing. If any comfey trainers wanna add on, feel free.

Heal pulse and life dew! So, Heal Pulse is the one I have the most familiarity with, and it's essentially a wave of energy that encourages your body to accelerate the natural healing process. No, it does not artificially age you, and it will not reduce your lifespan, but let's be real for a moment. If you get injured and need healing that much, your lifespan may be in danger for other reasons.

However. There are other dangers to it that really aren't talked about a lot, namely: repairing tissue damage, and infection. There are a lot of situations in which heal pulse can be risky:

-injured person has an artificially suppressed or otherwise compromised immune system.

-injured person has a heart condition, particularly where arrhythmia is a symptom

-injury is infected or contains foreign substance

-dead tissue is still attached to affected area

And I'm gonna break down one by one, why all of these are bad!

So, it's not quite as well known, but heal pulse actually does have an impact on the immune system. In ancient times, it was believed that cursed pokemon would make you sick when they healed you, but in actuality, this phenomenon was simply the pokemon kicking the immune system into gear for a minor/dormant infection that would have happened anyways. However, this can be dangerous for people with a compromised immune system, because you're basically trying to squeeze blood from a stone. In most cases, it can make their immune systems worse, and while this is thankfully temporary, it's still deeply unpleasant and may interfere with someone's plans because you've abruptly shunted them to the hospital when they were going to have brunch with the girls this week instead.

Next is arrhythmia. I've got this one, it flares up from time to time. I cannot stress enough that disabled people are everywhere. We don't just exist as tokens at the edge of your imagination. We're probably at the grocery store or on public transportation. It may just be that I'm a bit jaded, but it pisses me off more than anything that I have to experience symptoms when I would love to be frolicking through the woods. Anyways, heal pulse relies on the heartbeat to synchronize with and distribute the energy-- so when the heartbeat is uneven? Things can start getting a lil fucky. Usually this results in dizziness, nausea, feeling flushed, and on rare occasions fainting. People with heart conditions are more common than you think, please ask us before messing with our bodies.

Third thing is infections. Remember how I said that heal pulse kicks your immune system into overdrive? Well, the immune system is responsible for expelling all foreign matter from your system, not just illness. This is why you'll want to make sure to clean a wound first, unless it's urgent. You can skip the wound cleaning part if it's an emergency, but... it's not really pretty. Seriously. I don't advise it.

Fourth reason! Okay, so, this is gonna be a little gross, but let's say you trip and skin your knee. It's bleeding, you've got a weird little flap of skin hanging off. Normally, that skin will turn white (or at least it does for me; I have light skin, but I'm told it may turn a pale greyish color for people with dark skin. That said, I'm gonna be real. I do not want to look up pictures, so I am trusting the dark skinned folks reading this to know what dead/peeling skin looks like for them) and eventually fall off. HOWEVER. If you apply heal pulse to it? There's a decent chance that your body may attempt to revitalize the dead skin at the same time as it scabs over the wound and then the skin closes up and eats the scab. It won't kill you, and eventually the extra flap of skin will die, but it's still. Geh. It's really not pleasant. Don't do it.

If this sounds fucking horrifying, that's because it is! All of these things are fucking horrifying to happen to your body! Don't ask me how I know this!

Now that you've all been suitably terrified of the dangers of heal pulse, let me introduce you to an alternative: life dew! Life dew does not interfere with arrhythmia, can be stored with special preparation, and generally has much weaker effects. It tends to help with the process of clotting and scabbing more so than healing, so if you've made any mistakes, they're generally easier to remedy.

Pokemon healing, like any other type, requires consent. Yes, there are exceptions-- sometimes a person cannot reasonably consent in their current state, or there was an accident with a wild scyther and consent is the last thing on your mind with all the blood everywhere. Even so, please always keep in mind that you need to respect the sanctity of other people's bodies and take accountability for your actions as a trainer.

That's all!

[kittenfangirl20]

Day Three

Adam pressed his forehead against the window in annoyance. It was raining in Hell, on Earth there was rain, and certain parts of Heaven you could enjoy a light rain that was calming. But here in Hell the rain was literal acid coming from the sky, since he was a fallen angel he wouldn’t melt like some of the weaker Sinners did when they were caught in the rain, but it would still hurt because he wasn’t immune like a Hellborn was.

Lucifer: Rain down here can be a real bitch Addie.

Even Lucifer wasn’t immune to the acid rain and could get hurt.

Lucifer: Only Hellborn are truly immune to this rain, even Bambi fucker would get hurt if he got caught in this in spite of the fact that he is an Overlord.

Adam: I wanted to get cookies.

Lucifer: We could make cookies here, in fact you can choose what kind cookies you want.

Adam: Can they be red velvet cookies with dark chocolate chips and white chocolate chips? Those are my favorite kind of cookie.

Lucifer: Of course, let’s go to the kitchen.

They went to the kitchen and Adam turned on the small TV so they could have some background noise. While they were making cookies the commercial for I.M.P. came on.

Adam: I don’t know why, but I love this song.

The pair started to sing the commercial jingle and they were having so much fun. They relaxed once the cookies were in the oven and they even shared a kiss. Once the cookies were out of the oven and cooled off they started to share the batch.

Adam: This was actually a lot more fun than going out to buy cookies, we should do this more often.

Lucifer: I agree.

@adamsapplefluffweek

[itsyveinthesky]

All 16-24 year olds should maybe look at the meme "you are not immune to propaganda" again.

I am so dissappointed, we already have enough bitter old fuckers that vote in right wing nut jobs. But the youngsters? God damn.

[randomfanner]

My Ramshackle Headcanons

if you haven’t seen the animated pilot for Ramshackle you should. It’s really good. These are just my headcanons based on the limited information we have. completely understand if you have your own these are just what I think and could easily be disproven.

headcanon number one that applies to all of them: all these mother fuckers have Autism or ADHD or both. Also I know they are referred to as kids a few times but I think they are more young adults. (Expect Stone, he is an ‘old’ man)

Stone(27ish)(He/They) - Demi-romantic and asexual - I think the alcohol he is drinking is vodka, because it is something strong enough for Molotov Cocktails. (And sometimes when he wants to fuck with people he will drink Vinegar) - He was actually part of the upper crust considering his more expensive habits he has picked up before meeting with the other two. I don’t think he left his family on the best of terms. - Keeps watch out during the night most often… probably after the others have gone to sleep. - Oldest in the group and the last one to actually join everyone else

Vinnie(24ish)(She/Her) - I have been describing her as a hungry battle whore lesbian and I don’t plan to stop any time soon. - Likely came from the orphanage and escaped or was kicked out due to constantly causing trouble. Not that she cared much. - She somehow is always showing up with mysterious bumps, bruises or cuts and whenever it is addressed she just shrugs and “I don’t know where it came from-“ - Literally never gets sick e v e r. She has an iron stomach and an iron immune system.

Skipp(25ish)(Look me dead in the eyes and tell me Skipp cares what pronouns you refer to him as. He doesn’t) - Pansexual because much like not carrying about what pronouns you use for him, he doesn’t care what gender you are! - Before running into Vinnie, he would get by playing music and getting tips. Never made all that much but will still sometimes do it. - Vinnie totally taught him the basics of how to fight on the streets after an unfortunate incident of someone trying to steal his fiddle and that is how they first meet. Now he can kick your ass. - if anyone in the cast has a living blood relative they get along with it is probably Skipp. However they probably aren’t doing much better.

[lordmartiya]

This prompt done by someone literal minded... What am I gonna do now?

Day 6: Injury (Hurt/Comfort)

Marinette had one weird day as Ladybug. First she had to go to the police with a gas mask to retrieve the pair of Miracolous, then, since she hadn’t been involved in the fight, had to wash them the hard way rather than use magic (thankfully Lila had shared the recipe to remove what remained after the tomato juice), then she had to go to Master Fu’s massage parlor, where Master Su had taken residence, drag him away from the tv, and explain what had happened, or at least what she knew.

And now that Lila had finally left the Prefecture (because the mess was too big for anything less than the headquarters of the police to handle, even without the whole “daughter of a diplomat” thing) she was supposed to meet her in front of Place des Vosges and get a full explanation, except she was sitting over the piled up bodies of four of Adrien’s stalkers waving her diplomatic passport, symbol of the diplomatic immunity she was taught not to use unless necessary, to Roger Raincomprix. Only good thing was that she was wearing MARINETTE’S dress, the one she had given her for the modeling job that changed their relationship. That, and the cop seemingly accepted he was more useless than usual, given Lila left him to deal with the stalkers.

“Ok, what the fuck.” Marinette demanded.

“They decided this morning’s events were part of a cunning plan to get Adrien all to myself, and tried to stop me without being able to handle the pain from a spleen shot.” Lila explained with a smile. “Hope I ruptured them.”

“No, I mean this morning!”

“Well, I was making my usual report to Gabby when he noticed my new decoy necklace, the one I had you make to hide the fact I wear the Fox Miraculous as a belt under the dress, and he asked if he could see it. I didn’t like him handling it so I said no, he threatened my job, I told him my mom’s lawyer can beat his lawyers, he said “Nooroo, Dusuu, unify”, and I sprayed him right as he was done transforming. Then I ran out of the room, closed the door, and called the police, and some idiot soon to be unemployed must have blabbed to the press since it got out so quickly. Oh, I also swiped his ring, there’s a thing I need to verify. It’s stupid and unlikely, but considering YOU have an embarrassingly plain costume…”

“Can you just let it go?”

“Giammai.” that being Italian for “never”, only hammier.

Marinette didn’t know if she should be angry or laugh. Or how they had gone from sworn enemies to this. Whatever it was that made Lila’s teasing so amusing rather than irritating, that made her want to spend as much time as possible with her. To just make sure she would never be lonely.

Before she could decide how to react, however, a smart stopped near them, and Nathalie Sanscour came out.

“This is for Gabriel and Emilie.” she said as she pulled a small pistol – and shot Lila in the chest.

“NO!” Marinette screamed as her pretend girlfriend fell. She then turned to the attacker and demanded: “Why?!”

“Because Gabriel was just trying to save Emilie. She was put in a coma and almost killed by the broken Peacock Miraculous, and-”

“And the fucker couldn’t just ask for help.” Lila’s pained voice replied before taking a deep breath – immediately imitated by Marinette, she knew what was coming.

After Nathalie got skunked, the two girls moved to safety, with Lila in clear pain and a hole in the dress but no wound. Only when they were far enough from the skunked shooter Marinette asked how Lila survived.

“A guy in Mexico makes normal-looking bulletproof clothes, there’s where my mom bought my shirts in bulk and where I just got a few undershirts.” Lila explained. “Already got shot once for an ad, though the guy had the decency to use a small .22 Long Rifle from some distance, not shooting me at point blank with a Para or larger! Seriously, that’s a Beretta Storm subcompact, it only has the 9 Para or the .40 Smith & Wesson.”

Marinette didn’t know what kind of madman made those ads, only that she felt dying when Lila was shot – and happy beyond belief when she turned out almost unharmed. How? How had she fallen for this girl?

 Afterword

Yep. Got Lila shot. I was initially planning to have one of the fan club do it, but this is Western Europe, guns are more controlled than that. Thus Nathalie did it, and is going to jail skunked.

For the bulletproof clothes… They exist, and wealthy people do buy them. Go on YouTube and look up “I was shot by Miguel Caballero”, that madman actually makes ads by shooting his customers (and his wife) at close range with a target pistol to show off that yes, his products do stop small cartridges flat (literally).

[prettyvintageafternoon]

Why the fuck is RFK saying that black people should be on a different vaccination schedule than whites because "our immune systems are stronger?"

Source Link Here

This lie is intentional.

It's bad enough that the anti-intellectualism is kicking Trump supporters' asses, and that led to so many people showing their whole assessment to service workers and medical professionals during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic.

It's another thing when you drag black people - the racial group that I belong to, into your bullshit.

You conservatives are the same people who say that black women don't feel as much pain as other races.

I am not listening to you fuckers.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Who Let Us Have A Group Chat?

Pairings: Blood Moon/DJ Music Man, Harvest Moon/Glamrock Bonnie, Eclipse/OC (well, not anymore)

Word Count: 1,160 Words

Summary: More backups, teenager discussions, and disabilities.

Warnings: Cursing, Sick (mentioned), Drinking (mentioned only), Caps, Injury (mentioned), Neglect Mention, Abuse Mention, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Sirius is good Eclipse. Charon is Good Eclipse’s Moon. Altair is Good Eclipse’s Sun.

Chapter 11: Why Are There Teenagers?

4:14am Who Took My Hat?

Moon: Why in the fuck did I just find three of your backups on my patrol? @Eclipse

Eclipse: ...wat?

Moon: Well, I've named oldest one Equinox. Lunar was awake and Bolide was visiting so they named the other two.

Eclipse: ...wat?

Lunar: I named the youngest! His name is Meridian!

Eclipse: ...wat?

Bolide: The middle one I named, his name is Solstice.

Eclipse: ...wat?

Moon: Three backups. They seem pretty harmless. Kinda adorable. Equinox finished the patrol with me.

Bolide: Solstice wanted to sleep, he was really tired.

Lunar: I forced Meridian in a bath. Your three new children are dirty as hell from being in the sewers.

Eclipse: .........

Moon: Okay, you're like half-alive, KC is probably asleep. We'll keep them for now, go back to sleep.

Eclipse: mmmk

7:45am Who Took My Hat?

Eclipse: God, it wasn't a fever dream.

Moon: You're sick again?

Eclipse: Mhm, sick.

Moon: You okay?

Eclipse: I feel like hell. Can't breathe very well but they already broke the fever again.

Moon: You get sick way too often.

Eclipse: You're telling me, the one who gets sick too often. I hate this.

Moon: Good to know. We'll keep the triplets for a few days while you get better.

Eclipse: thx

Solar Flare: Father is quite sick. He's thrown up seven times now and couldn't get a full night's sleep even before your messages at 4am.

Moon: Poor fuck.

Lunar: I'm very pleased to say I've never gotten sick.

Eclipse: This is why I hate you sometimes.

Eclipse: You fucking healthy bastard.

Eclipse: And your perfect immune system.

Eclipse: Meanwhile I suffer because mine sucks.

Lunar: At least you're not eternally equivalent to a 14 year old.

Eclipse: I'm equivalent to an 18yo don't come at me with that shit, I'm barely legal.

Lunar: At least you're legal.

Moon: Wait, wait, wait, hold on. You two are kids?

Lunar: Yes.

Eclipse: Yes? In a way?

Moon: Me and Sun are both coded as twenty five!

Kill Code: I'm still the oldest, I'm 34.

Sun: Damn, you had Eclipse at 16. Rip

Moon: Just hold the fuck up, how many of you are minors!?

Sirius: 17

Brown Dwarf: Fifteen.

Supermassive: 16

Moon: We're just chilling with five minors!?

Blood Moon: Ha, we're older than you Eclipse! We're 21!

Harvest Moon: At least I'm legal to drink, I think I need to after learning that Eclipse is our little brother.

Sun: You literally would be legal for it anyway. It's not like someone's going to go up to a murderous robot and ask them for their ID or internally coded age.

Eclipse: You make a good point and I've proven this.

Kill Code: Why are you drinking underage!?

Eclipse: I was at a fancy party!

Kill Code: Why do you go to so many fancy places!?

Eclipse: Because I can.

Sun: 👀

Eclipse: Get those eyes away, I'm only 18!

Sun: You bastard, you have perfect excuses because of your code age.

Eclipse: Exactly. I want to be away from someone, 'I'm not legal'. I want to be near someone or do adult things 'I'm a legal adult'. It's not like anyone is going to challenge that because they don't know my actual age.

Sun: Smart little fucker.

Blood Moon: You haven't seen him walk into glass doors, have you?

Sun: No, but now I can imagine it and I can't stop laughing.

Moon: Can confirm, Sun sounds like a hyena.

Eclipse: I hate all of you.

Sun: To be fair, like Brownie, I wouldn't be able to see it but I can imagine the sound just  THUNK OW

Moon: What?

Sun: Oh shit.

Moon: No, you explain yourself now!

Sun: Um...Moon, I'm half blind.

Moon: You're what?

Sun: I've always been like this, how have you not noticed?

Moon: I don't know! You're blind!?

Sun: Only half blind. I'm fully blind in the dark though. I can only really see in the daycare, the lights are that bright for a reason. I have a hard time seeing anywhere else. I thought you knew this.

Moon: Obviously not, Sunny, you have to tell me these things! I'm oblivious as fuck, Sun, you have to tell me or I won't realize it!

Sun: I thought you knew!

Moon: Is this why you hit into things or stay in place when the lights go out?

Sun: I plead the fifth.

Moon: You can't plead the fifth on a disability, Sunrise!

Sun: Moon, I didn't want to scare you! I thought it was better not to mention it since I thought you knew and disregarded it!

Moon: I would never disregard something like this!

Brown Dwarf: Blind besties?

Sun: Yes, Brownie, blind besties.

Sirius: Can I also be a blind bestie? My left eye is screwed up now.

Lunar: God, what did you do now?

Sirius: So I was fixing something with Chary looking after the daycare

Sirius: And I was working with my wrench close to my face

Sirius: And a kid came and jumped on what I was working on and it fell on me

Sirius: I shattered my left eye with my wrench. Just the outer layer but it hurts to be uncovered now.

Sun: Temporarily blind bestie.

Brown Dwarf: Rip Sirius, lost his left eye being a good mechanic.

Sirius: I have replacements, but we have it covered for now so I can help Charon with the daycare.

Eclipse: Do I have to steal you and fix it since Charon is disregarding your injuries again? We aren't having a repeat of the broken arm incident again.

Kill Code: Elbow joint? What? Again?

Eclipse: Siri got his arm stuck in the compactor trying to save one of his favorite bunny plushies that his bastard Monty threw in there and it crushed his arm. Charon was so busy with Altair he ignored it for a week before Sirius jumped dimensions and I noticed his arm and fixed it.

Kill Code: Is the child's bunny okay? Is he okay?

Sirius: No, Millie got crushed but I'm okay now. Clipse fixed me. But fine, I'll visit for the eye, I'll bring the replacement with me.

Eclipse: You better!

Sirius: Yes, Dr. Eclipse.

Eclipse: The fuck? I'm not the healer, Lunar's the mage.

Kill Code: I'm so lost.

Lunar: Dungeons and dragons. Me, Clipsey, Siri, Puppet, and a couple others are in a DnD group. I'm the mage but I don't have healing spells. Eclipse, our rogue, has every single healing spell.

Moon: Makes sense.

Eclipse: I am not your local doctor! I'm the sickest fucker here!

Moon: You're right, you're sick. Sirius, I'll replace your eye, then you can go visit Eclipse if you want to see him still.

Sirius: Thanks, just gotta sneak away before Char notices. I think Al should boot his performance programming soon anyway so I can sneak out then, since he's always distracted whenever the performance programming takes over.

[creepling]

SYDNEY O'HARA - TCM GAME ORIGINAL CHARACTER

"I'm gonna kill that motherfucker for what he did to me, along with the rest of his nutjob family."

Here I present an oc I will probably never use but I wanted to share the character card I made for her because she is pretty neat. Tough as nails, Sydney has seen the world, but nothing prepares her for the nightmare in the Slaughter household. After a one night stand-gone sour with Johnny, she becomes a victim to the family. Two weeks before the capture and death of Maria, Sydney powers through the survivours guilt to strategise an escape. When the chaos of the new-found victims erupts, Sydney takes her chance and does everything in her power to clear the path to survival -- seeking revenge while doing so.

ATTRIBUTES

-- TOUGHNESS 30. surviving as long as she should have, sydney is tough as nails. battling through her pain and scars, she can take a few hits while in the heat of battle.

-- ENDURANCE 15. unfortunately smoking since the age of twelve doesn't have a good affect on the lungs. sydney works best in short outbursts, but doesn't have the stamina to go long distance.

-- STRENGTH 25. fuelled by pure adrenaline and rage, sydney's strength is surprising considering her tortured condition. but when you mess with the bull, you get the horns.

-- PROFICIENCY 15. sydney is use to bulldozing her way through situations and doesn't have the patience to unlock objectives. protecting the victims who have the smarts for these things will help her in the long run.

-- STEALTH 45. she is known to be sneaky when she needs to be. with her experience sneaking backstage at concerts, onto tour buses, squatting when sleeping gets tough; sydney knows how to slip by unnoticed.

ABILITY - VENGENCE

sydney's ability makes her great for defense against the family. depending on how you go up the tree, you can use sydney's ability as a grapple without the worry of losing and being killed (health deducted from attacks by other family members is halfed while using ability). you can also use it to drain the family's stamina, reduce the cooldown period to use the ability as much as you can, or keep the family in a stand off for a longer period to buy others more time to complete objectives.

EDIT NOTE: i forgot to clarify that there is unique animations sydney has with the family members when using her ability. she wrestles, scratches, headbutts, bites, and specifically for bubba she jumps on his back and tries to gouge his eyes out which puts him in a panic (in case you were wondering how she can grapple him). yeah she crazy. don't mess with bitches from staten island!!

lvl one. cooldown period is reduced by 20% OR duration of ability lasts three seconds OR ability drains family's stamina by 20%

lvl two. cooldown period is reduced by 35% OR duration of ability lasts five seconds OR ability drains family's stamina by 45%

lvl three. cooldown period is reduced by 50% OR duration of ability last seven seconds OR ability drains family's stamina by 75%

UNIQUE PERKS

POULTRY BUTCHER. sydney can silence chickens without the use of a bone scrap (has 4 charges at lvl three)

COME AND GET ME. if sydney makes noise, any attack within 15 seconds by a family member will result in 80% less damage (at max lvl)

DEATH CROAK. incapitating grandpa reduces the family bond by 2.5 levels and delays his next feed by 30 seconds (at max lvl)

VICTIM PERKS

syndey can attain the following perks . . .

bounce back better, choose flight, conditioned, deadbolt, efficient backstabber, exit strategy, fuse lights, grappler, high tolerence, highly skilled, hush or die, immunity, jack in the box, overlooked, radar detector, ran track, tae kwon door.

VOICELINES

"these scheeves picked on the wrong girl."

"hey! how the hell you get outta here?"

"you dead-ass right now? they're gonna hear us if you keep running around like that!"

"jeez, try being a little more quiet next time."

"sick, this might open that door."

"i don't care if those fuckers find me, i'm ready for them."

"get out of here, i'll handle this."

[progged when seeing johnny] "shit, it's him. he don't look so handsome no more..."

[prompted when fighting johnny] "this is what you get, you fuckhead! don't mess with me!"

"they're crazy, they're all goddamn crazy."

"hey, asshole! come and get some."

[when seeing other victims] "if you figure out a way to get us outta here, i can district them."

"wanna kill me? you ain't got the guts."

[sassypotatoe1]

Every day I curse the knowledge of the existence of a particular skin disorder because my ocd is mostly manageable, unless it comes to pests, skin irregularities and illnesses, and this particular disorder (that I will not name because I don't want others to deal with the same intrusive thoughts I have about it and I ask nicely that no one try to guess what it is please) has all 3.

Imagine picking the fuck out of bumps because it's one, a bump and we can't have that oh no, two, possibly caused by a parasite and three, infestation can cause serious health complications, and the compulsive behaviors that can come with that when your compulsions are triggered by all three of those categories. The thing is, right, good hygiene, topical steroids and a halfway decent immune system can completely eradicate an infestation. People affected are people who are immunocompromised with poor hygiene and diet, and no access to the very basic medication used to treat this disorder.

I don't fall in that category I have topical steroids for my eczema, which I don't use because long term use can have a rebound effect, I have access to ivermectin and someone authorized to administer it available, I have good hygiene, excellent hygiene actually I wash my hands with the surgeon method, and my immune system is actually halfway decent. I have had no exposure to the parasite, no one in my life has or have symptoms, and so it's incredibly unlikely that the rash I currently have is that disorder.

The most likely culprit is the medication I started recently for my chronic pain which I could be allergic to, or less likely but somehow more fitting lichen planus, which is maybe an autoimmune disease, definitely can be triggered by nsaids which my new meds fall under, and is described and pictured exactly like the rash I have, which does not look like the rash for the disorder my ocd is trying desperately to convince me that I actually have.

By all accounts, knowing this should stop the intrusive thoughts and compulsions. Both are incredibly easy to treat, for one I get a small dose of ivermectin and use the topical steroid for the rash, for the other I switch the pain meds to something else, neither are life threatening situations. Still, my ocd is fighting tooth and nail to convince me that it is the first and that it will kill me with sepsis, and the related compulsions are actually harmful to my health.

This is the reality of ocd, especially mild ocd that can fly under the radar. It's not liking things to be clean, it's washing your hands with undiluted bleach and a pumice stone because you've become convinced that a minor rash is a parasitic infestation, and the only reason you even know about it is that a guy once talked about having an infestation in the past and what it was like.

Can it look like washing your hands obsessively is just being a germaphobe? Yeah, and a lot of the time people with ocd can't articulate why they do it, or don't want to because "I'm a bit of a germaphobe" is easier to communicate and better received than "I'm scared there's tiny parasites poisoning me through my skin and I have to wash off all of them right the fuck now or I will die".

It's not easy to live with, especially considering that life is full of pests and disease and rashes and skin irregularities can occur for any reason, and being highly logical and reasonable about them doesn't translate to being able to avoid the compulsions, because the part of my brain going "you do not have a parasite it's just a benign idiopathic skin rash" is not the part of it that's going "scour your hands actually burn the skin off we have to kill the little fuckers before they kill us" and the second part is louder and more instinctive.

I can stop compulsions, I can stop intrusive thoughts to some degree, but it's like trying to drive a car on a busy highway with the passenger screaming at you that you're going to crash at every action you take. You can ignore it, stop yourself from jumping and causing an accident, but sometimes the passenger yanks on the wheel trying to avoid an imaginary oncoming vehicle and you end up in a ditch. This rash is making my passenger yank on the wheel, and if I'm not careful I'll turn a minor swerve into a major pileup.

[bruciemilf]

I could be wrong but didn't superman talk bruce out of killing the joker after he killed Jason. Probably also a combination of that and joker having diplomatic immunity, but still. Maybe it's also that some universes don't have Jason ir have different story lines, but in Injustice I was kind of confused why everyone was upset with bruce for not killing the joker and not realizing it's a whole host of other things that keep batman from killing his rogues

Oo idk!! But at this point they should just kill the fucker themselves Dick grayson style. Why are you waiting around for Bruce?? You want him to murder for you???? What are you, 4? You want him to cut your food next????? GROW UP