#juuust. I had a bad time.

[camscendants]

Honestly that Yungblud concert was the best concert I’ve been to

[burningcomputerpersona]

ahhhhhhhh guess who made the mistake of getting a haircut

[oc-cinematic-universe]

MY OCS CANNOT KEEP FUCKING SURPRISING ME WITH THE INFO THAT THEYRE IN A TIMELOOP IM GONNA FUCKING DIE

[vampirebeverage]

my poor cat Merlin has trauma around paper bags from when he was just a kitten and jumped into a paper bag and he didn’t know yet about things like momentum and inertia and the fact that a paper bag is a very light object.

he made a terrible miscalculation.

he flew right into the paper bag at top speed and the paper bag kept going at top speed, smack into a wall. because my boy has a charmed life, that’s One Of The Worst Things That Ever Happened To Him. now whenever he hears paper bags he gets scared, though.

[lord-shitbox]

Back at work for the first time in a month. Dying

[bohemianblasphemy]

Hello, could please request Billy Butcher x reader, where the reader is thigh riding him in the office, thinking that everyone has gone, but Hughie or someone ends up coming back and the reader and Billy get caught in the act?? (I sooo want to thigh ride him so bad 😍🥵)

i’ve been waiting for this one! ✨

the office at night was quiet. the other five members of the group had left for the evening, spending time to relax from the troubles of the office space- which left Butcher and yourself alone.

you had been teasing him all day, you had decided to come into the office wearing a skirt - it hugged your curves and showed off juuust the right amount of skin, you looked absolutely stunning and butcher was fuming; not being about to touch you that whole day drove him absolutely insane.

you had finally finished your last bit of research and decide to shut down you computer. you stand up from your desk and walk over to butcher, hiking your skirt up your thighs just a little. “i’m gonna go now Billy, i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” you said, about to turn around to leave but he grabs your hand to stop you in your tracks. he looked at you, turning his chair around to bring his legs out from under the desk. “ nup, you ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he smirked, looking at you. you smiled down at him, knowing that he had something planned for you both. “what do you mean butcher?” you asked coyly and he scoffs. “don’t giv’ me that, you know exactly what i’m talkin’ about… that fuckin’ skirt.” you smirk at him “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he reaches out for your hips, pulling you closer to him; his calloused hands run up your thighs, hiking your skirt up to expose your underwear. “you have been teasing me with this thing all fuckin’ day…” he turns himself once more in his seat, this time lining his leg up between yours and pulls you forward until you’re lined up with the middle of his thigh. “go on, sit right ‘ere.” he pats his thick, jean clad thigh and looks up and down at your body. you smile sweetly, pushing your underwear to the side before placing yourself on his thigh.

your hands reach his shoulders to support yourself, before rocking yourself back and forth agonisingly slow on his leg. you whimper at the friction and look at him, butcher is watching you intently “ c’mon love, you gotta give me a lil’ more than that…” his hands reach down for your hips, now in control of the speed of you riding. you gasp at the sudden intensity of pleasure going through your body, moaning butchers name. his mouth widens into a grin “ atta girl…” butchers leans forward to kiss you; your tongues dance around each other while your hips grind harder into his leg.

“s-shit i’m almost there…” you groan, putting your face into the crook of his neck. “c’mon baby, cum on my thigh…” he encourages, and you continue to moan louder until the office door flies open and Hughie appears in the doorway. “ hey sorry i forgot my lapto- oh fuck!” hughie throws his hand up to cover his eyes. he tries to navigate his way to his desk without his sight, “do you guys really need to do this here?” he questions, using his other hand to feel around his desk for his laptop. “mate, can you just shut up and leave?” Butcher retaliates, aggravated that you were both interrupted. after a couple of attempts to feel around he finally picks up his laptop. “ok ok i’m leaving… have fun?” “just leave!” Billy complains, before hughie finds his way to the front door.

you start to giggle, finding the situation funny and butcher rolls his eyes “ he better not tell Annie that or he ain’t gonna hear the end of it.” he says with a scowl on his face. “c’mon butcher… besides, we aren’t done yet.” you whisper in his ear, his mouth turns up into a smirk and places his hands back onto your hips, ready to continue…

[princessbrunette]

jj eating out reader while john b is talking her through it and stroking her hair :(( -🪞

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you feel hot all over, like there’s a million hands on you when really there’s four, and a tongue — a smooth and skilful tongue that belonged to none other than jj maybank.

he circles the wet muscle around your clit before sucking on it, three fingers plunged into your hole this time making you cry and squirm around the stretch. it felt so good you would have full on hyperventilated if it wasn’t for john b’s warm body pressed against you, thumb stroking your cheek as he talks you through it. come to think of it, you’re not sure if that simply just made things worse.

“damn she’s messy.” jj comes up for a millisecond to breathe, choosing to comment to no one in particular about just how turned on you were. you whine in embarrassment, though the blonde had no intentions of making it sound like a bad thing in the slightest. to make matters worse, john b chimes in.

“you hear that, pretty girl? you must really need it today, like really really need it.” his warm, deep voice carries a tinge of rare cockiness which only serves to make your clit throb harder against jj’s tongue, a tear wobbling at the precipice of your eye.

“i do.” you try to say, and it comes out a mere whisper — as if you were having all the air punched out of you, making you hollow.

“thats nice. i like it when you let us take care of you, you get so cute when you’re about to cum.” you wonder how john b knows, but maybe the telltale sign was the way you were gasping for air, jj wrestling your thighs to hold them open as he pushes himself further up the bed determinedly, his tongue speeding up.

“oh— oh god!” you sob, hands clutching the brunettes tanned arm, digging in your nails to leave half moon shape indents that he’ll never complain about.

“nope, not god. juuust jj.” john b smirks, clearly enjoying his own commentary — especially as you’re briefly aware of his own hard on pressed against your side. “and me, of course. i’ll get my turn once you have your fun, puppy.”

and like clockwork — the puppy nickname takes the reign each and everytime, making you explode against the blonde half of your boyfriends mouth, whining and whimpering your heart out.

“thaaats right. let it out bubba.” john b cooes, and it seems jj assumes the command is also directed at him as he lets out groans of his own, grinding his cock against the mattress.

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[baxndaid]

rick sanchez x reader

headcannons or something idk i like old men read my stanford x readers here too x <- POLL AT THE END !!

- you’re probably a family friend, you come over every once in a while to supervise morty and summer while jerry and beth try to rekindle their failing marriage

- you do a horrible job because the kids always end up sneaking out with their grandpa to kill some god or something absurd like that

- your oblivious, rick isn’t necessarily cold towards you, just indifferent

- he would rather be elsewhere than in the living room talking to some random person that beth insists on having in her house

- one day you catch them sneaking out and probably hide inside of the trunk of ricks car(?) because curiosity killed the cat or something like that

- the cars system would probably inform him that he has an unexpected visitor and your caught red handed, now inside the passenger seat with morty and his grandfather

- awkward would not be enough to describe what that whole journey was

- rick would berate you for being so stupid, telling you that you had no survival skills getting into strangers cars like that

- morty sat in silence, disappointed that he couldn’t go to “boob world” or whatever he called it

- you see, you’re a professional glazer

- it’s not even unintentional like you’re genuinely super impressed by this guy what the fuck do you mean he’s fucked a planet?? crazy work me next

- he decides to keep you around to stroke his ego, it’s refreshing to have someone who’s not always busting his balls about morality and space laws

- and having someone as attractive as you worship him like a god sounded good to him

- after a while he’ll definitely enjoy your company but pretend he’s super cool and suave , pretending that he’s not excited to spend some time with you

- morty gets a little concerned at the fact that his grandpa has taken a liking to you, with with beth

- they know what he’s like, he’s brash and cold one minute, and a little normal the next

- they eventually give in though, they’ve never seen him so calm before, maybe you’ll change him and his chaotic ways

- (you can’t and you won’t)

- he’s super distant when he realises he might have genuine feelings for you, it’s not like him at all to feel all mushy

- truth is, he’s lonely, he’s sad, he’s afraid that things won’t work out, something bad happens to you etc, then he’s back to being lonely

- yeah he’ll probably be a little mean to you at first, to try and scare you off

- doesn’t work, so he gives up with the sass

- definitely builds you little trinkets and machines now and then

- you have no time to mow the lawn? he’s going to build self mowing grass for you (it’s a little sad)

- always stuck in traffic? he’s tinkered with your car and now whenever you drive by a traffic light it’ll always be green (so many casualties)

- too cold today? he’s going to discreetly push the sun a little closer to the earth, juuust a smidge

- he definitely butt dials you when he’s drunk only to cry on your lap until he sobers up and then pretends nothing happened, if he tells you anything particularly sensitive then your memories about it are going bye-bye

- it would take a lot for him to confess, for real

- normally though you’ll probably find a bunch of voice mails from him, he sounds rough and panicky, like he’s about to die in some stupid mission (you could always near morty crying in the background)

- he’ll tell you that he loves you, and that you make him forget about how much he hates himself

- forget about that though because in the very next voice mail he sounds normal again and is telling you to ignore what the last message said

- do not ignore it pls

- do something subtle but nice, like bake or cook him something, or buy him a new lab coat, anything

- he’ll probably get the hint soon

[dwaekkicidal]

Day 3

˚ʚSeo Changbin x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 3 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is praise with Changbin ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~1k (950)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, praise kink, bin yaps a whole lot, rough sex, creampie (pee after sex pls<3), breeding mentions

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes:  i usually write bin getting praised/worshiped but ill switch it up this time around :3 also sorry if this feels sloppy, i had a bad day and couldn't proofread it as well as I wanted lol

Read the other days here!

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

It started a few months ago. You were on your knees with Changbin’s hands wrapped in your hair and his dick down your throat. It was going like usual until he got lost in the pleasure and found himself mindlessly throwing praises at you. It wasn't unlike him to do so, but the sheer amount was more than you've ever experienced. “Atta girl, Bunny. Fuuuck. You’re so good at this-” He saw the way you reacted as well as the way you were extra insatiable later that night. Changbin might be your silly little boyfriend, but he is a very attentive person. So from that day on he slowly started doing it more and more, even more so outside the bedroom.

If he caught you right out of the shower he would run his hands all over your body and tell you how much he loved it. “Bunny, your skin is so soft! You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.” Or, if he was balls deep in your mouth, he would never shut up about how good it was. “You’re doing so well, Bunny. Ahh~ You take such good care of me-” 

It was small statements, sure, but over time he did so often until the point where all his conversations with you ended in some sort of praise. You loved it! But you also hated the way it made you dripping wet and brainless the second it left his mouth. You just could never get used to it or be normal about it, no matter how hard you tried. So when you finally sat him down for a talk about it, he made a promise to always take care of you when he "accidentally" put you in that mindset. Which is exactly how you’re in your current situation: with blurry, teary eyes and your cunt spread wide open on his dick <3

“Look at this pretty pussy… All. For. Me.” He enunciates each word with a sharp thrust, hitting your G-spot directly each time and causing you to clench tightly around him. He throws his head back, groaning loudly at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him. His tongue pokes his cheek and his eyebrows furrow as he pounds into you with more force.

“Keep taking this dick. Juuust like that, princess. Fuck..” His voice sounds so desperate and it does nothing but make you wetter. The sight of him is drool-worthy enough, but the way he holds you down and fucks you like a toy is enough to make you start drooling. His eyes eventually flick up to your face to check on you and he does a double take when he realizes that you’re actually drooling.

“Aw, my Princess. ‘Binnie’s dick feels too good, huh?" He bites his lip and leans forward, folding your legs into your chest. "Hmmm?~” “B-Binnie-” He thrusts roughly, cutting you off and making you gasp. “God, I love the way you say my name. Tell the whole world who gets to fuck this perfect fucking body of yours.” You throw your head back, your mind feeling foggier with each word out of his mouth.

He could tell it was affecting you and his chest inflated with pride at the fact that he was the one doing this. You were his perfect girlfriend, his pretty baby, and his sexy fucktoy. Nobody was allowed to see you like he was, and the fact only encouraged him more. His hips continued to slam against yours as you both held eye contact. He pushes his lips against yours and mumbles against them. “Gonna cum for me, Princess? You feel so perfect around me. 'Gonna make me cum too.”

He whines loudly when you pull away from the kiss, only to falter his hips when you start to beg. “B-Binnie, ‘want you to cum inside. Please! I’ve been good, Binnie, please-” His hips slow and he looks down at you with blown-out eyes. “Yeah? My pretty Bunny wants to be bred?” You nod your head frantically and grind your hips against his as much as you can, desperate for him to move faster. He sits there quietly for a few seconds as you whine.

He suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You squeal and crane your neck to look back at him confusedly, only to be shoved into the sheets by a hand on your nape. “Oh, my sweet Bunny…” He slips inside your walls again and goes at an unforgiving pace right off the bat, desperately chasing both of your highs.

Your orgasm didn’t get the chance to fade so you cum around him suddenly, squeezing him like a vice and making him double his efforts against your suffocating walls. “You sound so fucking hot when you beg. Don’t worry, Bunny. Binnie’s gonna take good care of you.” Your nails claw the sheets and you wail into the mattress as the pleasure turns to overstimulation. He seemingly goes deeper and slams his hips against yours harder.

“Gooood girl… Gonna pump you nice n' full, maybe even give you a kit or two.” His moans pitch and his thrusts become sloppy as he starts to fill you. His previously erratic thrusts turn into meticulous, sharp ones. Ones that shove him as deep as possible with the promise of a problem for future you, as he promised. But in the meantime, present-you is too focused on the way his cum drips from you, only to get shoved back in by two fingers that curve into your G-spot.

He smirks widely. "Mmmm.. Think you need another load. Need to make sure your sexy body is thoroughly claimed."

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[turtlecleric]

Future Leo aka Leon time babeyyyy; NSFW with juuust a splash of angst.... juuuuuust a smidge... don't worry about it. :)

I think this is technically a part two but you don't necessarily have to read part one to know what's going on. Part one!

CWs (spoilers, as always): misunderstanding, dub con? Ummmm bad ending??

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Leon had thought it would be… better, somehow, once his younger self finally made a move. He'd thought that it would be enough, that he would be satisfied, knowing you were happy.

He was wrong.

His room is far too close to Leo's. He can hear every pretty little noise you make in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep, and it drives him crazy.

He can't help comparing what he hears to what he remembers. He knows Leo is young. Inexperienced. But- but Leon could do so much better. He's always been insatiable, but listening to you moan down the hall, and remembering the way he used to make your legs shake, and imagining the way your eyes might roll back as you come on his cock - if you'd just let him show you how much better he could be - it has him dropping into his hand almost every night.

He knows it's just a fantasy, imagining himself with you again. You're with Leo, not him - and that's the way it should be. He didn't come back to the past to get a second chance with you or to take happiness away from his younger self. He came to help stop the invasion, and that's exactly what he did. This is his happy ending. He shouldn't wish for more.

And yet-

Leon breathes in slowly. Deeply. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and strawberry flavoring. A few untouched jello shots still sit on the little table in front of the couch, but there are far more empty shots littering the living room. He shouldn't be staring, but with everyone passed out, he can't find a good enough reason to stop himself.

You're leaning on the arm of the couch, with your head tilted at an odd angle. That's going to give you a hell of a crick if you stay like that. Sleeping half-sitting up can't be comfortable. And you're still dressed in those clothes… they don't look comfortable, either. Much too tight. Not breathable. He has lots of big shirts he could loan you. Soft ones that would probably fit you like nightgowns.

His chest feels tight, but there's no time to think about what that means. You're not comfortable, and he can fix it. There's only one right answer here.

You melt into him when he picks you up, and a little sigh flows out of you. He knows you're practically catatonic, but the way you nuzzle your head against his plastron, like this is where you belong - it makes that tight feeling in his chest twist into something piercing and heavy.

He ignores it. Carries you to Leo's room and carefully lays you on the bed. After a quick trip to his own subway car, Leon returns with a plain blue t-shirt and hovers for a moment, rubbing the fabric between his fingers and watching you sleep as he considers his options.

He knows you'd like wearing it. It’s that texture that you love - all of his shirts are - but he doesn't want to disturb your rest, either. He sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, and whispers your name. You don't respond, and your eyes stay closed. He says your name a little louder, but it isn't until he brushes his knuckles across your cheek that a raspy hum eases out of you.

“You wanna change into something more comfortable?” he murmurs, his knuckles sweeping feather-light over the skin just beneath your lashes.

You take a deep breath, whining in the back of your throat on the exhale as your face scrunches up in a pout. It's so cute, and it's so you, and the piercing feeling stabs a little deeper. He has to swallow down the affection that bubbles up in his chest.

“Come on, you'll feel better once you've changed.” He takes your hand and holds the shirt against it. “See?”

Your fingers close around the shirt, your face relaxing at the texture. You mumble something incoherent in response, and Leon chuckles and pats your arm.

“I know. Now get dressed.”

A grumpy sound slips out of your throat, but you do start to move your hands, so Leon nods to himself and stands. He'll check on you later, he thinks, to make sure you actually changed and didn't fall asleep as soon as he left.

“Wait,” you croak, and he pauses, turning back to see your shorts pulled low on your hips. His eyes go a little wide, seeing the lacy blue underwear that peeks out from the top.

“Can't-” a frustrated huff “-will you help?”

Will he help? That's- that is- not appropriate for him to-

“Please?”

Fuck. Fuck.

Leon swallows, hesitating near the doorway and staring between the peek of blue and your pleading face. He should leave.

But your eyes are open. You see that it's him. If you're okay with it… honestly, you asked him to help you. Right?

…Right.

He turns. Walks back to the bed. Hovers, standing over you and watching as you try and fail to pull your shorts down. He feels his heart hammering against his plastron, banging against it like it's trying to escape. He wonders if it's trying to get closer to you or farther away.

He really, really can't tell.

His hands move the next time you whine in frustration. Shaky fingers unbutton the shorts and grip the sides before pulling them down, and fuck fuck fuck. Your scent intensifies and hits him like a punch to the jaw. He wants to-

You're trusting him here. It's not your fault that he's… feeling like this. You need help, that's all. And he's here to help you.

That's all.

You move suddenly, pulling the bottom of your shirt up, and the moment he sees your matching blue bra he forgets how to breathe. You try to shimmy out of your shirt, but you're too uncoordinated and it gets stuck on your head. For a long moment, he's frozen. Watching your body squirm weakly and your chest rise and fall and your skin glow under the soft blue LED lights of the room.

You say something else that he doesn't understand. He's still not breathing when he reaches down to help you pull the shirt all the way off. It's stupidly easy to do, which reminds him that you are so very drunk right now.

Okay. Okay. Focus.

Leon reaches for his shirt, maneuvering it in his hands so that it'll be easier to pull over your head, but then you start to arch your back and reach behind you and- you're taking your bra off.

He drops the shirt, his hands flying forward to press down on your arms so you don't have the room to keep going. “What are you doing?!”

“Can't sleep with…” You blink, squinting at him like he's the one doing something strange. “Uncomfy.”

He stares down at you, incredulous, his mouth hanging open. You arch again, trying to undo the clasps, and he yanks his hands back and turns away. Jesus Christ. You're way too comfortable with him right n-

“Hey.”

Stupidly, so, so stupidly, he turns to look at you. Your chest is bare, and you're reaching for him.

You're reaching for him.

How could you not get your shirt off by yourself but somehow manage to get your bra off?

Focus. Focus. Breathe. Actually, don't breathe, that makes it worse. Get the shirt. Where the fuck is the shirt? He dropped it. Okay, just pick up the shirt and-

“C'mere,” you murmur, your hands brushing against him as he bends down. It's like an electric shock when you touch him, and he can't help but move where you want him to, like his soul is on a leash that only you can tug on. Your hands cup his face, pulling him closer, and god, you smell so good, and you're so beautiful, and your lips are so soft. You taste just like he remembers, here. He lets you pull him even closer, the room blurring around him as he climbs on top of you.

This is- he shouldn't-

You make a soft sound against his lips. His hands grip your sides, sliding up and down. Another soft sound, and it’s like a balm to the ache in his chest. It sounds like everything he's wanted for years, everything he's wanted since you-

You bite his bottom lip, gently pulling it with your teeth. Your eyes are closed, but he can still see the mischief that used to dance in them. You kiss him again, and again, and he lets you. Over and over and over, he lets you, and he kisses you back, and he ignores the alarm bells in his head.

“Take care of me?” you whisper, and how could he say no? How could he do anything but what you've asked him to do? He would do anything for you. Anything at all, if you asked.

“Of course, pretty thing.” The nickname slips out without his permission, but you smile when he says it, so that must mean it's okay. He kisses you again, slow and languid, and churrs when you sigh happily.

You asked, he reminds himself, shoving the alarm bells away. You asked.

He uses his metal arm to hold himself up and pulls back, watching you. Your eyes are barely open, but they flutter all the way closed when he uses his flesh arm to cup your breast, rubbing his thumb across your nipple.

There it is. That pretty little sound he's been hearing late at night. A breathy, high-pitched thing that he only wants to hear more of. Leon leans down, taking your other nipple between his lips and sucking gently. After a few moments, your legs come up, settling on either side of him, and he shifts down to press his nose to your panties.

“Smell so fucking good,” he groans, licking the fabric that covers you. It's unreal how good you smell, and when he pulls your panties to the side and licks another stripe, the broken “please” that comes out of you removes all conscious thought from his brain.

You taste so good. Make such pretty sounds. Grind against his face just like he remembers. His tongue slides inside of you easily, and it's far too soon before you start babbling like you always do when you're close.

He drops the moment you come, but he needs you to come again. Needs it. He pulls back just long enough to remove your panties, then loses all sense of time, loses himself in your scent and your taste until you come a second time. Only then does he finally pull his own pants down and line himself up.

You take his cock all at once, despite his size, and an involuntary growl vibrates in his chest when he's fully seated inside you. You feel so fucking good, just like always, always so good for him. Taking him like you were made for it. Wet and tight and warm, making those breathy little whines, and fuck, fuck, he missed you. He missed you so much.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in quick little circles while he fucks you into the mattress. He can't make himself slow down, but you're taking it so well, so well, just like always. There's nothing but you and him and this, nothing but the way you feel around him and the fireworks exploding in his mind. You're so fucking perfect, in every way, and you're everywhere and everything, and he can't-

Somehow he manages to hold out until you come again, but the moment you do he's spilling inside you, trying to press even deeper. Gripping your hips like you'll disappear if he lets go. Kissing you again and again, like he can only breathe if his mouth is against yours.

Slowly, his brain puts itself back in his skull. Breathing hard, pressing his forehead to yours, he waits until his cock fully retracts on its own before he pulls away from you. Your skin is flushed, a dreamy expression on your face. He leans down and kisses your nose, and the content hum you make is almost enough to keep the rapidly approaching wall of guilt from crushing him.

He… shouldn't have done this. You shouldn't have done this. What about L-

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your words slurring and raspy. “That was… incredible.”

You sound almost surprised, but more importantly you sound exhausted. He sighs, forcing his thoughts away and pressing another kiss to your forehead, then looks around the room. It's less than a minute before he finds Leo's stash and starts to clean you up. You've gone boneless on the bed, and you let him clean you without protest, let him slip his shirt over your head and pull your panties back on. Once that's done and he gets you under the covers, you look like you're on the very edge of sleep.

He kisses your forehead once more. Then again, just because he finally can. They'll need to talk about things in the morning, when everyone is fully awake and sober, but for now you just need-

“Thanks,” you say, so soft and quiet that he almost misses it. “Love you, Leo.”

Leon freezes. His blood turns to ice, waves of growing horror rushing through his veins as he processes what you just said.

Leo. Leo.

You thought he was-

He staggers away from the bed, watching you fall into an easy sleep with wide eyes.

No. No, no, no, no, no. He thought you- he thought-

No.

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[intcrastra]

           ・⊱ Her thumb pressed and traced circles along his cheek as she listened to him speak–to let the sensation linger, let him indulge in the feeling, as her embrace would not grant him that. Oh, how she wished she could hold him tight enough for him to even feel, his body as it was regardless ( shame her Song couldn't do anything at all to remedy that ), rather than have only this to offer him.

           "I'm managing just fine. It's you we ought to worry most about in terms of pushing themself." Since reuniting, his well-being had always lingered in mind, after all. Each and every time, regardless of how much her own obligations took out of her. Those who followed the Hunt were known for being driven, thought to a maddening extent by some. To her, she could only wonder if, even despite the new body that doubtless no longer needed to rest as much as a regular one ( if at all ) ...that perhaps the strain of constantly going on and pursuing his goals and bounties across galaxies might take a toll on him even still.

           Ahh, but at least now she could personally ensure he take a moment to rest, if not unwind at the very least. Right? Yes. Yes–if she could play distraction for him now, even if for a moment-

           "Ah–" The wings on either side of her face fluttered, once, twice, before they covered her features, as the flush on her face darkened.

           Seriously...this guy...!

           "You...y-you truly have a way of making me feel so spoiled...!" she managed. So loved, and overwhelmingly so, even if in the best ways. That, along with his teasing, the playfulness–such utter warmth and mirth she was far too unaccustomed to. Yet even with how much it caught her off-guard each and every time...she could never get enough. For him to grant it so easily, so freely, and even almost enable her to seek more of it, "Saying that...I almost want to steal away with you. Right now-"

           Nevermind the fact that she had a show to put on, nevermind the fact that just his presence here was a risk to him, adding her own to it would only increase it-

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Man, he loved her laugh. Melodic, sweet, comforting. And he often took great pride in knowing he was the one to have caused it each time. Always able to brighten his mood no matter what had occurred beforehand. Whether it be over the phone (depending on if he could even get service) or in person. Still, in person was ten times better, him able to see her, hold her. Lack of ability to truly touch still stung a bit, but it still warmed him right up to be in her presence.

Slackening his grip to a more casual hold around her, he hummed a little in response. "What, didn't expect me to drop in?" There was a smirk with a slight tilt of his head. A hand then (admittedly a tad tentative at first) wound up briefly brushing against her cheek, before adding, "hope you ain't runnin' yourself ragged here."

At her questioning, he nodded. "Hit the nail on the head, yep. Galaxy Ranger stuff." An irritated sigh then left, complete with an eye-roll. Yeah, he enjoyed his job. The spontaneity, chaos of it all. But... it kept him from her for way longer than he'd like. As well as he still couldn't go all guns blazing all the time, not with Robin awaiting his return. He'd come back in much worse states before, and honestly? He hated seeing her shocked expression, hearing her worried voice, even with him doing his best to brush it all off. Saying it wasn't that bad, that he'd dealt with much more dire situations. It never worked.

Face then softened at the touch to his cheek, almost instantly leaning into it. "But that can wait a while. I have somethin' way more important that requires my attention here That bein'... you, darlin'." To punctuate his remark, a metal fingertip lightly poked her forehead, a small chuckle following.

[trekmupf]

Kirk starring in The Pacifier 🧬🧒 💉

Pro

Love how McCoy hangs out on the bridge for no reason, again

McCoy, old timey architecture enthusiast

McCoy and Spock get to interact so much during this!

Kirk's way of dealing with the kids has such a range this episode – we go from softly and nicely interacting with Miri to literally yanking a child off a table after desperately yelling nonsense

Pointing out separately how Kirk is beat up by a bunch of children

Spock famously sniffing and almost nibbling the documents

Spock being helpless and having to deal with the possibility of his friends dying and him staying behind; also further insight in his unique position due to his heritage

McCoy also feeling helpless – and giving us insight into his character: being scared of succumbing to the illness and hurting others, trying to safe not only his friends but a bunch of children, the stress of the time constraint and him doing the logical thing in the end and testing the vaccine on himself as soon as Spock is out of sight so no one can stop him

Also him shouting for Spock immediately

Spock leaning over him is a great moment for all the shippers out there (me)

Also extra point for McCoy looking beautiful while lying unconsciously on the floor (a trend that picks up in S3)

the deterioration of sanity in the adults is actually terrifying and adds to the tension

the basic idea for the plot (a virus that kills adult and leaves a planet full of almost immortal children and stranding out characters there)

creepy atmosphere, especially in the beginning with the children's voices

Generally the tension early in the episode is held up by not knowing what's going on, then gains speed because we know exactly what's going on

great set design underlining the creepy narrative and feeling of being lost without help

Another narrative about the dangers of pursuing immortality / long-levity which ends up in great tragedy

Also This episode analysis by @trek-tracks is amazing. Major galaxy brain energy.(who doesn't love our boys suffering juuust a little bit more)

Con

The casting of Jahn is just. Not great. I know why they had to put in a „leader“ but he gets too much screentime, is everything I hate about children characters and he annoys me.

The children's group scenes are exhausting

The childrens "language", even though it makes sense and is technically a nice touch, gets old real fast

The combination of that makes parts of the episode feel almost silly (in a not good way) and are hard to watch

Even though it's sort of realistic considering Miri's narrative the jealousy plot with Yeoman Rand is unnecessary. It takes away time that could've been used to explore better themes in the episode and plays the only two female characters of the episode against each other

I wish Yeoman Rand would have more to do to do than "make Miri jealous and be scared"

after the episode takes a long time to get to certain points the ending feels very sudden

I know it looks like so many more Pro points but I love some of the characterwork, and the points that are bad are SO BAD.

Counter:

Kirk shirt-rip

One of the trio being ready to sacrifice himself (McCoy)

Quote: „And I do want to go back to the ship, captain“ - Spock Honorary: That Look Bones and Spock share when Kirk asks them to „simply create a vaccine“ Moment: McCoy being immediately ready to sacrifice himself and the dynamic surrounding that

Extra shot of beautiful McCoy with Spock gently holding his face

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[influenzalake]

'I've been behaving all night...' Damian Wayne x Reader 

MINORS DNI / SUGGESTIVE THEMES /       -VIEWER DISCRETION-

Damian and Y/N are in an established relationship, in their earlier stages (about 3 years). they go to the gala and Damian cannot help himself, fun times ensue 

fem reader, she her, about 700w

*no actual smut sorry :(

- - - 

Damian leads you to your seat after the millionth dance of the night. It was your first Gala, at first you were nervous but that has all dissipated into pure joy and love. You were dressed in the finest gown. A sleeveless sweetheart neckline that pushed your tits up juuust right. The gentlemen attendants have surely noticed... much to Damian's chagrin. Your hair and makeup professionally done. You were adorned with jewelry you got to personally pick. Your shoes were custom made to reduce the chances of pain the following morning. The marble floor reflected the golden light of the chandeliers above. You rubbed elbows with popular socialites and they had nothing but nice things to say about you. The older ladies thought you were the cutest thing. Your fresh face was the talk of the night. With your grin from ear to ear, you can hardly contain your laughter. It really was like a dream come true. 

You settle into the hand carved spruce wood chair, bringing your breathing and heart rate down. You were grateful for this fun night out. Damian didn't have to take you, as you still had your reservations. Dick said the Galas weren't that bad, Jason said they were insufferable, even Tim and Bruce always found excuses to leave. But now, with your hands in your lap, you wanted to take a moment to share your gratitude. 

You curl a hair behind your ear and face who you genuinely believe is the love of your life. You take his hand and start your speech. 

"That was amazing, I had so much fun. The live band really fills the air and all these lights..."

Damian is enthralled and happy you are enjoying it, but notices you're beginning to ramble. You still have that cute nervousness after all this time. 

"And these shoes, wow these shoes. Despite how they look I can actually move! And that means I can dance with you more! I mean, this is all so much and you're just the best and I'm so happy baby this is the best night ever-", now gesturing around to add to your story.

Damian loves to hear your voice, but it's getting a bit long winded for him. As you continue your chatter he gets an idea. 

He slowly leans into your shoulder and presses kisses up, leading up the shoulder, then a little bit to the collarbone.

"I never in all my years thought I would be in this mansion wi-t     I , With..."

Damian finds his way to the trapezius. Then that sly dog hides half his face behind you and starts tonguing that hot spot. Slow and sensual. In the middle of the gala. Completely nonchalant and normal.

You two are going to be news for the next month. 

You can't believe this naughty scoundrel! But then, your heart starts picking up again. You want to tell him that people are starting to stare, but your words are caught in your throat. You sit there in red faced silence as Damian has the time of his life in the crook of your neck.

After what feels like forever, Damian's hand finds yours. You think that he's finally come to his senses, but he keeps his head down, kissing your hand over and over. You dare to look and you seal your fate. Damian looks up at you from under his lashes, mouth still on your knuckles. 

Voice deeper than you're used to, he says, "I've been behaving all night beloved. May we leave now?"

You're absolutely caught off guard. Still dazed from the soft warm tongue on your skin, then those striking green eyes. That gravely voice was the end of you.

You want to stutter a response, but all that comes out is a gentle whine. You pray only Damian heard it...

Without releasing your first hand, Damian guides you up by your forearm and carefully leads you out of the Gala in all your weak kneed glory

Suffice to say it was a good night.

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Tommy is sick of being sat upon by some nut job he barely knows. It’s been days trapped under a Philza who doesn’t really register human words and mostly just coos whenever Tommy tries to cuss him out. Techno says it’s ‘cause Philza thinks he’s been hurt and needs to be protected, which like, yeah, fine sure, but not by Philza. Tommy already has a guardian. His abuser has to be insanely worried about him, especially after Philza assaulted him for no reason. But every time Tommy tries to escape he’s just dragged back and everything gets worse.

At least that part is familiar.

He’s forced to stay in that nest for days, and Tommy has never handled being cooped up well. Some part of him likes the weight of a parent roosting over him and the feeling of gentle hands combing through his wings and hair, but the overwhelming majority of his instincts just wants his abuser back. Techno is of absolutely no help, mostly since Philza keeps trying to murder him. But he sits in the corner and is open to chat, or read a book aloud to him to stave off some of the boredom. Best advice Techno has is that Philza will be normal again if he thinks his chick is safe and happy.

Hell no. Tommy is not feeding this guy’s delusions, especially when Techno reveals Tommy’s own feathers had been woven next to Philza’s in the nest long before Tommy’s abduction. A-grade creep behavior there. Besides, his abuser will come save him soon. Tommy is so acutely aware that he’ll never save himself.

But then it’s been days and he’s losing hope and just wants to go home, so desperately Tommy tries to figure out what Philza will register as a happy chick. Usually chirps just burst out of him, not something he controls at all, but with some struggle he forces out the little trill he made every time his abuser came home.

Something twists in Tommy’s chest as Philza echoes the joyful chirps at him. It feels horribly right, complete whereas with his abuser the greeting was never returned. That wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t an avian. Neither of them had known what was needed to soothe his instincts. 

But it works. Philza blinks rapidly, pupils returning to normal. His gaze locks on Tommy, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Philza wraps him in a warm hug. Juuust great. He was hoping to leave after Philza got over it. All he wants is to get back to his abuser, but when he says as much the embrace becomes a vice. Tommy naturally rejects Philza’s awful claims, growing more and more desperate as his abuser is slandered. First the absurd claim he somehow stopped Tommy from flying, like it wasn’t because Tommy was too weak and small to. And then it’s after him for not providing proper shelter at their nest, even though his abuser was trying to teach him to be responsible when he had Tommy make his shack. Then the lack of healing supplies, then the fact he was dying alone when Philza found him.

“No, it’s my fault I tried to fly when he was gone! He was there for me every time I was injured! Shut up, I can too prove it. Hard not to be there when he caused it half the time!”

For some unknowable reason, Philza doesn’t take that well. Neither does Techno, even when Tommy tries to explain they’re misinterpreting what he said, really it was Tommy’s fault, mistakes and the natural punishment for his actions. When he argues it wasn’t bad, Techno brings up the injuries a bit too old to heal when he used the potions. They try to get in his head, voicing all the thoughts in Tommy’s head before he plummeted and proved his abuser right.

Thing is, Tommy has flown before. It’s been awhile, but he has, when he was younger, knew the wondrous taste of its joy. With L’Manburg he’d been careful to fly below the walls so he didn’t get shot down. And it wasn’t possible in Pogtopia. And then after…it just seemed pointless. And now he can’t at all, and the only reason he can find is because he doesn’t deserve that joy.

Unless it was taken from him. Just like everything else, Tommy finally admits. Wearing an avian’s feathers is meant to be a promise to support them as surely as their own wings, and yet his abuser clipped his. 

It’s hard, realizing he was only ever so weak because the man he trusted was sabotaging him the whole time. Twisting his instincts, forcing him to become a useless hatchling. Manipulating him so he could never fly to safety.

Tommy begins to sob.

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[falling-star-cygnus]

Heard you’re suffering artblock and want requests so uhhhh—

Alastor helping Lucifer with molting season?

i love you for this, dewflake :0

uhhh, i wrote this and then reread your ask and only just now realized it says art block and not writers block... hope you don't mind?

your pfp tho oml <3

{Alastor sneezes.}

{The feather that had drifted past his nose, tauntingly red, marks for the third occasion he's had to bat one of those blasted things away. Once he could dismiss as an accident, two an unfortunate coincidence, but three?}

{Why, it was practically a challenge!}

{Though... admittedly a messy one. Not to mention sloppy. You didn't see Alastor leaving the velvet from his antlers everywhere, now did you?}

{...that wasn't a bad idea actually. Not everywhere, of course, the Radio Demon had class. But maybe a hearty covering over a certain king of hell's pillow would be enough of a deterrent.}

{Why was Lucifer leaving his feathers everywhere? It was hardly his usual go-to for irritating the deer demon. Before he could dwell too long, however, a familiar chipper voice breaks into his thought process.}

"Oh! Alastor!"

{Charlie, he notes. She's carrying a stack of boxes that's leaning just a little too far forward for comfort and Alastor can't help but use his microphone to tilt them back into her hands properly.}

{Purely so it wouldn't fall on him, of course. Not because he didn't want the princess to hurt herself. That would've made excellent entertainment if he was standing maybe a foot to the left. That's what he'll tell anyone that asks. Until it's true}

"Ack- thanks, Al!" "No problem at all, my dear Charlie. May I ask why you're carrying such a heavy load? With no help for that matter."

{Alastor would've thought her little girlfriend would've leapt at the chance to help. Especially considering he could tell she still carried the guilt of keeping what she truly was a secret.}

"It's no worries! Juuust busy somethings around in storage. Oh, oh! Actually- do you mind checking on my dad?"

{The Radio Demon tilts his head to the side, wondering why in high hell the darling princess thought that that was a good idea. He goes to say as much when-}

"Please, Al? For me?"

{He chokes on static. Somehow, Charlie had managed to peek over her stack of luggage and flash the most horrendous pair of puppy dog- ugh dogs- pair of doe eyes at him}

{It's shameful how fast it works.}

"...obey the five-foot rule." "Yay! Oh, I could hug you right now!" "Do not."

{Charlie giggles, hefting her haul back into the crook of her arm with a nod}

"I would go myself, but this could be a good bonding opportunity for you two! He always gets like this this time of year..." "Oh? And here I thought he was a hermit year round, hahah!"

{Alastor doesn't stick around to see her expression.}

{Unsurprisingly, the feathers become a more and more common occurrence the closer he gets to Lucifer's gaudy apple tower. He'll have to loose Niffty in here sometime soon...}

{The deer half-debates just leaving, the king of hell is more then old enough to take care of himself. But- no, he gave Charlie his word. Not directly, there was nothing making him do this actually. So why does he want to...?}

{Alastor knocks}

"Huh- Uh.. who is it?"

{The door is opening before he can answer.}

"Now, now, your highness, you didn't even let me introduce myself!" "Ughh, what do you want, Alastor?"

{There's something itching at the back of his brain at the sight of Lucifer's unkempt wings. The way the feathers puffed and clumped up in some places, the ceiling high piles of red and white... hm.}

{He invites himself in}

"Wh- hey!" "Our dear Charlie sent me over, of course! Something about your current issue being a yearly problem?"

{It's highly amusing to watch Lucifer waffle around for an answer, starting one sentence just to abandon it for an accusation. It almost makes him laugh as he watches over his shoulder. It's only after a minute of watching that he realizes the king is shirtless.}

{The final piece clicks into place.}

"Oh, I see. You're molting, aren't you?" "How did you-" "I suppose this goes to show even the most powerful of beings have their troubles, hm?" "So you admit I'm stronger then you!"

{Alastor's eye twitches}

"You mean you were doubting it?"

{Lucifer scowls}

{The micro king of hell manages to keep the staring contest going for about 10 seconds before throwing his hands up to viciously scratch at one of wings. The rough movement has the deer cringing and smoothing himself out before Lucifer rounds on him again.}

"Can I help you?" "On the contrary, maybe I can help you."

{His royal shortness barely has time to blink before Alastor is shadow slinking behind him.}

{The Radio Demon shoves at his shoulder until the little king is face down on his bed and ignores whatever noises of protest he manages to make at the sudden treatment.}

"What are you doing- oh. Oh, that feels nice."

{Alastor had sunk his nails into the clump of loose feathers closest to the middle of Lucifer's back and begun to gently scritch at the muscle underneath it; effectively, the feathers ready to fall were taken care of.}

{It feels like hours later of this rinse and dry process before the purring King speaks up}

"You're good at this... you done this for that bartender of yours or something?" "HAH- no."

{The deer contemplates leaving it at that, keeping whatever this calm air is between them going and stable and safe. He's not sure why he doesn't.}

"My ma- my mother used to look after the ducks that came by the pond."

{If Lucifer notices the correction, he doesn't say anything. No, he stays quiet as Alastor dusts his loose feathers into an idle pile.}

"She taught me how to do it." "...she sounds nice."

{The Radio Demon hums, a familiar song drifting through his microphone. He vaguely remembers it as something that would play in the kitchen all those years ago. Hm... didn't his maman say that molting fowl needed more protein? Perhaps then he'll make jambalaya for dinner tonight. Just in case.}

"...she was."

[nebulastarss]

Catbatfam Wayne family lore pt2 (Mostly Tim cuz I had thoughts)

Next door to the Wayne family are the Drake household. Now, you know how fanon Tim Drake has horrifically neglective parents to the point where he should definitely be dead by 6 years old? Yeah Kitty Timothy has that. Since he is just a cat, they pile food in a few bowls and then leave. They have an automatic litter box (DANGEROUS. ESPECIALLY FOR KITTENS.) so he's not getting infections, but he's definitely running out of food before the weeks are over and they pop back in (also the food is stale. Gross)

Timothy is a well behaved pet regardless, essentially hoping that if he's cute enough they'll stop leaving him to his own devices. Never works. He becomes a real good hunter, and no one ever finds out about the rat infestation. So he's pretty independent, but not feral. He also gets into the habit of watching the streets from the window, catching Bruce walking past multiple times.

(Sometimes the Drakes forget to pay the power bill for a little. Thankfully they gave him his own cat room, and he piles blankets that he lies under with only his nose poking out.)

One day, he has ran out of food and he must've over hunted because the rats aren't there. But Bruce is outside again. And Tim is hungry. So he starts screaming, yelling and rubbing his face against the glass. Bruce stops and runs up to press his nose against the glass, proceeding to break into Drake Manor and steal their kitten

Martha and Thomas are once again rushing to the vet, and once again contacting lawyers over animal neglect. The poor thing is half starved! He's got scratches and illnesses from the rats! He has signs of prolonged exposure to the cold! Bad pet ownership!

They now own 5 cats. They never planned on 5 cats, and the kittens all get along like a house on fire. They're all similar ages, only a few months in between them, with such different personalities.

Dick won't stop hissing at strangers but turns into a loud and clingy kitten the second he's near family. He's curious and constantly overestimating how far he can jump. He's often in the living areas, perched over the fireplace or becoming one with the couch. He's also the most prone to going full Zoomies. He will be running in circles for the next 10 minutes actually.

Jason isn't loud but he's clumsy (he trips on the stairs like. A lot. They think it's because of the lack of tail) and he prefers the library and the kitchen to any other room in the manor. (Some servants will open random books and leave them out, they have lists of which ones he does and doesn't lay on, called "Jason's Favorites") he gets along with Alfred, who also frequents the kitchens.

Tim, despite being initially quiet and loving, has taken a more aloof stance once he's sure they won't just leave he hangs out in the offices a lot, to the point where they get him a little laptop toy (it's actually a real laptop. They enjoy looking through his search history: "afwgvbndnnnnnn nnnn") he does love pets, but won't actively push against someone. He will, however, linger in a room and stand juuust close enough that you could pet him. If you wanted to. Yknow, no pressure or anything. He's a little stalker cat, and prefers to watch everyone from above.

And all of them sneak out. Together. They use the doggy door, of course, but sometimes they all just vanish and then come back in using the door. Literally how, they have CAMERAS. Martha loves her grandbabies but she swears they're giving her gray hair. She's only in her thirties! She should not have gray hair!

Once again though, another video surfaces on the internet. Tim is sitting on a box, watching Dick and Babs play while Jason bats at Bruce's tail, when another cat literally falls on him. A Bengal with a large bell attached to her collar that darts away at Tim's affronted screech. She crouches down, tail flicking, before rolling around like a dog asking to play. Tim watches, unamused.

They end up playing anyway. Bruce also catches her at one point and licks the shit out of her fur, which is dirty as all hell. A post from a tired nurse reveals the kitten to be Stephanie, though Crystal Brown records herself fondly saying hello to her "dear Stephie" and asking how she got outside. Stephanie responds by rolling onto her back and purring.

Tim starts regularly showing up at her window, where they either watch pedestrians or play fight with the window between them (have you ever seen videos of kittens doing that? Cute as shit. They end up bonking their heads against the glass every single time) they officially don't do much more though, as Stephanie is supposed to be a strictly indoor cat. (More videos emerge of Stephanie breaking out while Crystal is at work. Poor nurse is fighting a loosing battle)

After a few weeks, the family relaxes again. Surely that's it, Bruce and his weird kitten collecting is over now.

Then he comes home with a silent Burmese kitten.

Bruce where do you keep getting these. They find nothing on her. As far as they can tell, she's a stray, but she's not injured or ill in any way. There's no identification and she won't speak at all.

(Did you know that cats don't meow into adulthood? Meowing is a baby noise. Cats actual noises are outside of our hearing range, all we can hear are "FUCK OFF LEAVE ME ALONE!" and "IM BABY GIVE ME LOVE!" Cats are taught by those older than them to keep meowing so that they can communicate with us.)

They take her home, and she follows everyone around. She walks on silent feet, often scareing the absolute crap out of however spots her (or trips over her)

One day she's watching Dick intensely, watching the way that Thomas interacts with him. She pads over, sits, and stares at him. He stares back. She tilts her head. He blinks and then Dick calls his attention away by meowing at him. And Cass stares at the both of them. Then she hops up on Thomas's lap, props herself up on his chest with her front legs, and meows at him. He's delighted, she loves being able to ask for shit and communicate, Dick is mostly just grumpy that Thomas stopped petting him.

Then, again surely that's it. Surely. We definitely have the room but Bruce we went from 2 cats to 6 in a month. Slow down. Martha is it just me or does taking care of these cats feel like we just chose to have children in a more convoluted way?

They are wrong.