#whisper secret

[caloricangel]

Not liked either… maybe tolerated is the right word.

[lorenzonuti]

Whispering secret data.

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

[bambi-whispers]

[floralcavern]

“Not all men.”

You’re right.

They would NEVER.

[elizabugz]

[petaltexturedskies]

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

[kissesforsatoru]

yandere! gojo x fem! reader nsfw thirst

imagine yandere gojo finally getting his darling lover in his bed, and he just completely loses all self-control because it feels too damn good. he completely loses himself in how good you feel around him, how delicious you look underneath him, how beautiful you sound. who are you to blame him anyway when this is just his way of showing you how much he loves you, how attracted he is to you.

he promised you that he would be gentle with you for your first time together. kissed you sweetly on your forehead to reassure you after telling you he would go slow and do things on your terms. and- at first, he is gentle and slow, just like he promised (and you have to give him credit for trying). he takes his sweet time showing you the proper love your body deserves, sensually kissing his way down your body, feeling how warm you are and how you shiver deliciously under his feathery light touch.

he controls the urge to utterly devour you when he first licks at your pretty cunt, tasting you, savoring you. he sates the urge by slipping one of his fingers inside of you as his tongue laves over your clit, enjoying how you squirm yet buck your hips to chase the pleasure he's giving you. god, does it take a lot to restrain that urge too. you truly have no idea how long he's waited to finally have you.

he tries to make really good on his promise to be gentle and slow throughout the whole thing, but the second he buries his cock all the way to the base inside of you, he loses every bit of the fragile self-control he's carefully been trying to keep in check thus far.

you choke when he pulls out of you only to immediately slams back in, throwing his head back and groaning like a feral animal. he leans into you, hovering so close to your face that your breaths mix hotly between you two. "shit, shit— i'm so sorry, sweetheart," he grunts as he thrusts, not being gentle in the least bit like he said he would, and you can't do anything but whine and mewl, tears flooding your eyes from how intense it all is. maybe you press on his chest with those trembling hands of yours, but he pays them no mind. "god, you feel so fucking good, i can't help it."

"can't—holy shit—can't stop, baby—f-forgive me." his voice is strained and gruff, and you know after that there's no chance of him stopping, or even slowing down for that matter. it just feels too damn good inside of you, and that is not his fault.

[angeliqueseraphine]

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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[angelskisser]

“you're so fresh to death and sick as c-cancer” ౨ৎ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁

[caloricangel]

I’m not sad about it anymore. I’m pissed tf out because how did I let that slide.

[cynomain69]

pictured: little boy on the playground pulling on his crush’s pigtails

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

[bambi-whispers]

bella hadid seen leaving a pilates class in west hollywood - october 24th, 2024 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.