#i'll probably write this one day

[barrel-crow-n]

"I hate kid fics, I hate fanfiction where the characters are parents now it just feels weird, especially with Kanej-"

Dad!Kaz fics where he finds a baby on the street and takes it in because he's not that much of a monster to leave a baby in the cold, wet streets and he begrudgingly raises it saying stuff like "I should throw you out the window" when it annoys him (he never does), and "You'll be a good investment when you grow up" or "Maybe you'll be good at demo. Or you'll be a spider":

Me: 💳💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥

[teecupangel]

This is still, to this day, the weirdest most random plot bunny my brain has ever come up with

[necrotic-nephilim]

as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.

Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.

red hood: lost days #4

And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.

teen titans (2003) #29

And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.

robin (1993) #177

batman: battle for the cowl #2

While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.

And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.

And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.

robin (1993) #182

The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.

[autumnalmess]

Hey man sorry I've not posted in a while, it's a funny story actually. I actually got arrested for stealing bread for my sister and her seven starving children. yeah, it was pretty bad. I tried to escape 3 times so yeah I got 19 years, yeah and then I broke my parole and now there's this slutty little man after me, yeah I think he has a crush on me or smt idk

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

(As always, more can be found in the tags <3)

[farshootergotme]

Dick 'my mental stability is hanging by the rope that snapped and killed my parents' Grayson met Bruce 'emotions aren't real if you don't acknowledge them' Wayne when he was 8 years old and he never recovered.

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

[erinwantstowrite]

Speaking of your new and improved canon: what is the story behind Tony being somewhat chill with Bucky? Is he actually?

started writing LoF when i was being nostalgic for 2012 where the Avengers Tower fics were at its height of writing so in my world there is no divorce arc. I have no idea how to elaborate on that other than Tony having Peter around changed shit up because having a kid changes your world perspective a lot

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 28 : fantasy

[ushiwhacka]

time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,226 words | established relationship, oral (f! receiving), rushed but also slow sex, creampie, size kink, aftercare, alcohol consumption (both), happy new year <3

23:27. wakatoshi has been getting progressively touchier with every sip of whiskey burning down his throat. his serious expression now long melted into a mess of pink-dusted cheeks and shy smiles. his large hand has found a new home curved around your waist and he pulls you closer still when a couple of his teammates approach you. it’s a statement. his touch feels possessive, like he’s claiming you. and you lean into it, head resting on his arm. 

maybe under different, more sober circumstances, you’d feel a pang of embarrassment at how the two men are gawking at you. their eyes curious, shifting between the two of you, amused grins as they ask what you’ve done to him. is he usually this adorable? toshi feels the blood rush to his head, the tips of his ears red, and he feels it on his tongue, an inappropriate confession that he would most definitely regret come next practice. but you laugh their comments away. “maybe i put a spell on him.” his fingers dig into your flesh. “he’ll turn back into a grump when the clock strikes midnight, don’t worry.”

23:59. olive eyes bore into yours, just the two of you in an invisible bubble at the packed rooftop bar. the countdown nothing but white noise as his thumbs run over the pretty lines of your face. he kisses you at the count of two, just shy of the turn of the year. it’s slow and deep and it burns your lips with a need for so much more. he’s reluctant as he pulls away, holds you close with his jacket draped over your shoulders as you watch the fireworks. they are nice but he’d much rather look at you, eyes all wide as you watch in awe.  

 00:15. his hand is on your thigh as you sit in the uber in complete silence. there’s a feeling of overflowing tension like just one single word would break whatever restraint is left between the two of you. teeth dig into your bottom lip, hand resting on his as you stare down the traffic lights, willing them to turn green.

it breaks when the door to your tiny elevator closes. there’s too much of him, and he’s too close and too warm and too impatient. and in a moment you can feel his touch everywhere. his lips on yours, demanding and relentless. his hand around your neck, but not squeezing, his thumb pushing your chin up towards him. you fall into the kiss, fingers clawing at the broad plane of his chest, whimpering around his tongue. 

you stumble through the hallway, not breaking apart even as he struggles to unlock the door. the farthest you make it is to the fluffy rug of your living room. he thinks you look angelic splayed out beneath him, lips swollen and shiny, your chest heaving with every laboured breath. he manages to take off his shirt - fingers fiddling with buttons that are way too small - before he’s kissing you again. it’s uncharacteristically rushed and erratic, his lips moving from your mouth to your chin down your neck and over your chest then back up again. muttering praises against your soft skin. “pr- pretty.” stuttered out over the hollow of your throat. the warmth of his breath making your hair prickle. “you are so pretty.”

and you’re just a mess under him, breathless and writhing and whimpering. reaching out to touch him and pull at his hair. and, god, he’s a mess as well. there’s a desperation to his touch, like every kiss might be the last, like you’re about to slip away from his hold. “i need- i need you.” his voice raspy, so deep it makes your belly coil with excitement. and yet it’s low and gentle. such a stark contrast to how his arms flex as he rips your panties off of you. delicate lace disintegrating under the force of his grip. 

your breath catches in your throat when you feel his lips on your pussy, leaving sloppy kisses all over it before he sucks on your clit. he’s usually so attentive, so thorough as he runs his tongue through the dripping folds of your cunt, holds you spread open as you cum into his mouth. but not tonight. his whole body aches with the need to bury himself in you.

and he’s stuttering as he does. “i’m sorry.” gasping as he feels you clamp around his length. “i couldn’t wait, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, baby.” your tone shushing as you cup his cheeks. “you feel so - ah - so-o good.”

“i love you.” he fucks you slow and deep, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix with every thrust. “i’ll take care of you.” his body completely covers yours, caged by his arms on the side of your head. and you can feel every part of him, the warmth radiating off his skin, the weight of him on top of you. the little drops of sweat that roll between the ridges of his stomach. his lips never leave yours, swallowing every one of your moans and feeding you his. foreheads pressed together. he’s so close, so so close. and you’re making it so hard for him to not give in to his orgasm. you’re just so perfect, and you make the prettiest noises, and he’s so in love with you. he squeezes his eyes shut, using every last bit of energy left in his body to last just a little longer. whining with how raw and sensitive his cock is. and the moment he feels your pussy twitching around him, he’s painting your walls white. his fingers clutching at the carpet below. 

his body spent and limp as he collapses on top of you. and you wish you could stay like this forever but you can barely breathe underneath the weight of him. “ushi,” you whine, “you’re crushing me.”

wakatoshi mutters an apology as he flips you over but still holds you close to his chest. his hand smoothing over your hair. “i love you.” and you know he’s not going to let go of you.

“i know.” the contentment almost palpable in your words. “i love you.”

and within seconds he’s lightly snoring. you giggle at the thought of how you must look right now, his pants half off, sticky with sweat and cum, his cock still inside you. but you don’t have the heart to wake him. 

04:43. your eyes flutter open as he lifts you into his arms. the next thing you feel is the softness of your bed, and his hands working diligently to take off your dress. you drift in and out of sleep as he disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a warm, wet towel. “i’m just cleaning you up.” his voice is as soft as his hands running over your thighs. and you fall in love with him all over again (for the third time tonight) as he picks out a pair of cotton panties and slips them up your legs. and a fourth time when he pulls your favourite shirt of his over your head. 

you fall asleep with your face pressed to his skin and the feeling of his heartbeat beneath your palm, and a lingering whisper of i love you on your lips.

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[auriidae]

goofy hermit doodles!! because uhh why not!!

[tea-cat-arts]

The donghua adding in that Lan Wangji was waiting for Wei Wuxian to come back from the dead low key makes him look like an insane person, but it's fun to combine with the book lore of "He spent 13 years grieving" and turn into some maladaptive coping mechanism like-

"Lwj flipped back and forth between full confidence that wwx would come back and crushing despair over wwx just being dead. He collected alcohol for wwx to gift on return, but the only thing stopping lwj from just consuming it himself and getting alcohol poisoning was that he had to stay together enough to raise their son. Lwj incorporated wwx's ideologies and inventions into the Lan students teachings and worked tirelessly to make the world a better place, but could never simply enjoy the results as he was still waiting for the one he wants to show it off too (even if he's kept up at night knowing wwx will probably never see any of it). His hope that wwx could come back only made their time apart hurt more and made it so he was unable to move on"

[oltammefru]

Some dots to connect:

[mamawasatesttube]

the thing about kon's relationships is that, despite how much posturing he does about being a flirt and a ladies' man, he has only ever had three (3) relationships, two of which were with adult women who groomed and preyed on him, and the third was with a closeted lesbian who mistook her gender envy as attraction to him.

(to cassie, kon is literally the boy from the posters on her bedroom wall. she sets up that crush before she ever meets him, and by the time the two of them get together, he's already got the idea that relationships = a woman gives him a box to fit into and he does his very best to stay in it so he can prove he's good enough for her. this isn't cassie's fault by any means, but like, it's no wonder they break up and both immediately seem relieved about it, yknow?)

even when other people flirt with him, like when serling tries to ask him out, he turns her down because he's not in a space where he feels like he can be in a relationship. he's not actually the horndog and total flirt he pretends he is. i would posit that he just learned "this is how teenage boys are supposed to act" from all the media and pop culture downloaded into his head. that was the only standard or cultural context he had. it's how he tried to socialize in hawaii when he went to high school, too. he didn't know how to act beyond being a tv personality.

anyways, what i'm getting at is that i will never be convinced this guy has ever actually experienced attraction to a woman. it's posturing and comp het all the way down, babey. kon-el is a demisexual gay man, and in this essay i will