#Low-key

[my-brain-on-mars]

To be honest whenever there's less than a 10 year age gap between Bruce and Dick - I cringe. Like that's his father not his brother

[mikeslawyer]

mike needs to tell will that he’s in love with him, not that he loves him. will needs to hear and feel the difference.

[chaeyoi]

♪Don't apologise for the minimum. Dan Heng x Reader! NFSW

Note: MDNI! Fingering, Consent from both parties, Unestablished relationships. Reader receiving. Body worship? Fluff?

A/N : This is my first post. I don't do technology. So forgive me if you see a plain esque background. Also sorry for any grammatical mistakes, English isn't my first language. Somebody help me understand how to put up pictures and those bar thingys underneath. Dan Heng/Trailblazer.

Context: Him with a Reader who apologies for everything.

Extra: Au personality. Didn't know what to do with ending.

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You had a habit of saying sorry for every mistake you made, whether small or big. A small reflection of your past and how you were a people pleaser.

That habit remained when you joined the Express, always making sure that crew was okay. You were the most reliable of the bunch.

It wasn't annoying per se just that you often neglected yourself. Himeko and Welt had told you many times to cut yourself some slack.

As the Express ventured through the vastness of space, Dan Heng sat on his mattress in the Archives, writing down things from the recent expedition in Belobog.

You came into his room, with two cups of coffee in your hand as you wanted to talk about the Stellaron.

As you neared him, one of the cups spilled from your hands, staining his shirt, thankfully it was cold.

With a barrage of apologies from your mouth, you crouched down to wipe the excess liquid.

His hand suddenly made their way around your chin, pulling you close till you were inches away from him.

"Don't apologize. You can't defy accidents, we're all human after all."

"Huh- but." You were shushed off by him.

"No buts, it's fine." He stated reassuringly. He took the napkin from your hand. "Cut yourself some slack."

"Do you want my shirt?" You offered not thinking of the after math.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his mouth. "And you'd walk around with a bra and shorts on the Express?" He teased with a smirk. "No keep it on." He continued softly.

"My coat? Would you like that?" You offered again, clear intent of apologising in your eyes.

He chuckled yet again, his thumb grazing your cheek. "Stop apologizing, I don't know what you've been through. But we love you, faults and all."

"I'll get you another cup of coffee and a pair of shirt then." You were insistent on doing something about your mistake.

"No." He muttered, his hand going from your cheek to your arm, as he pulled you onto the mattress. His head buried in your shoulder, a rare form of affection from the Brunette. He whispered, his hot breath tickling against your neck. "You've done enough, let me take care of you this time." His arm wrapped firmly around your waist, feeling his chiseled chest against your back.

"Huh-" You were quite taken aback. It wasn't normal for the train guard to show affection and intimacy no less. You did feel something for him other friends but kept it closed.

"Would you mind?" He asked, his teal eyes glowing with suggestive undertone, still asking your consent.

"No. I- don't think I'll be able to give you what you want." You didn't mind, just that you had no experience in the area of intimacy.

He sighed, sending a shiver down your spine. "Always trying to live up to expectations."

His fingers started to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt, undoing them slowly. All the while, his lips brushed against your neck, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake.

You closed your eyes upon the sensation. It felt nice and soothing too.

As he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your bare skin, his hand slid around your waist to undo the button and zipper on your shorts. He pulled you tighter against him, leaving a trail of goosebumps where his lips touched.

"Just relax for me," he whispered, gently laying you on your back with him looming over you.

His hand circled around your chin, as he dove in for a kiss. His other hand trailed through every curve of your body before proceeding towards your hip, playing with the band of your underwear.

You gasped into the kiss and he took the opportunity to let his tongue delve deeper into your mouth.

Not breaking the kiss, he pushed your underwear down to your knees.

He finally broke the kiss, a string a saliva connecting his lips to yours. "Do you want to continue?" He asked for confirmation, his eyes searching for any type of discomfort in your body language.

"Yes.. But I'm not experienced in-"

He shushed you. "You don't have to do anything, just relax." "You're the one receiving tonight." He placed a kiss on your collarbone.

"isn't that unfair?" You were a person who believed in both recieving and giving but were a bit bent on giving side.

He smirked. "Is it? You're always the one that takes care of us, always putting others before yourself. Isn't it your turn for someone to take care of you?" His fingers brushed down between your legs, gently rubbing circles around your clit. He inserted a finger inside.

You let out an intoxicated moan, quickly covering your mouth as you found the sound embarassing.

His smirk widened as he heard the moan, enjoying your reaction. His hand went away from your chin and pulled your hands away from your mouth, his grasp firm yet gentle, pinning them above your head. "What's the fun in hiding?" he whispered.

"It's- quite embarassing." You stuttered, breathless from the kiss earlier.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said softly, his breath grazing your cheek. "I like seeing you like this. No need to hold back." Another finger slipped inside you, curving slightly to hit that sweet spot. His thumb brushed your clit. "It's just me and you here. Who else is going to hear?"

His room was soundproof due to his room being the Archives, so sound would be the least of your concerns.

He prepped your neck in kisses, leaving hickeys behind. Your back arched involuntarily at the pleasure.

"Please.. Dan Heng.." You didn't know what you were begging for, your brain couldn't form coherent answers. "Please.."

No matter how much you might have asked him, he would never get tired of hearing his name on your lips. "Please what?" he murmured, his tone almost teasing as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate pace. As his thumb flicked your most sensitive bud, he captured your gasp in yet another kiss.

"Faster.." You quietly mumered, feeling ashamed.

His brow raised at your request and chuckled, speeding up his pace. "Don't feel ashamed. It's nothing wrong you're doing."

His words didn't reach your ears as you were close to your release. "I'm.. close."

He understood your words and fastened his pace, making you come undone beneath him.

His fingers pulled away, covered in your slick. His other hand letting go of your wrists.

You blushed seeing him put his fingers into his mouth and clean off the slick. "You taste sweet nonetheless like your personality." He stated, brushing the stray strand of hair from your face.

"You don't have to taste it." You looked away, your body shaking from the release.

"Can't let sweet things go to waste." He laid down beside you, pulling you close to his chest. "Sleep, if you're tired. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"Huh- are you sure? I ruined your shirt and you still.."

He shushed you yet again. "How many times do you I need to tell you to be selfish? It's fine. I said I'll take care of you. Now rest assured." He lulled you into sleep, patting your back and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You fell into a deep slumber without any worries. Your breathing slow and rhythmic.

He cleaned you up with a napkin after seeing the remaining slick on your thighs.

Once he confirmed you were asleep, he separated himself away from you, placing your discared shorts aside. He opened the drawer, changed into a new shirt. He sat down on the bed as he gently pulled you in a sitting position, freeing you from your shirt and changing you into his shirt and shorts.

He pulled a blanket over you. Still patting you, his motion slowing and stopped as drowsiness overcame him and he fell asleep.

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Dawn came, yet the space didn't light up.

Your eyes fluttered, hazy eyes gazing into Dan Heng. He greeted "Morning."

"Morning"

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" He said pulling you onto his lap, his chin resting over your head.

A knock on his door. A cheery voice from the otherside, it was none other than March 7th. "Dan Heng, you know where our reliable roll is?"

"I infact do, Stelle's with me." Dan Heng answered with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

March entered the room. "Why is she with your reserved ass? I'm here to take her shopping today-" She paused when she saw you on his lap, hickeys on your neck not to mention you were wearing his clothes.

Immediately starting an Eyebrow communication with Dan Heng, March raised her brows 'Did you do it?'

'I did. Not the main stuff tho.' Dan Heng wiggled his brows, conforming March's question.

"Hey, Himeko, Welt and Pom Pom, we have a couple on board!!!" Mach shouted in excitement and ran to the parlor car.

"Are we expecting some people today on Express?" You asked sleepily, oblivious to the atmosphere.

"No. She's talking about us."He answered, ruffling your already mangled hair.

"..Do you mind with us being a couple?" You asked, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No." "Besides if I did, you wouldn't be wearing my clothes right now."

You looked down to see what he was talking about, your eyes widened seeing that you were changed and your clothes were folded neatly beside the bed.

"Thank you, Dan Heng."

[hearts-forkoo]

Lando with his kids

[holdyrterror]

engineer drawings now,,,, iPad still broken,,,, still can’t draw for shit

[hotybahz]

Mysterious figure seated on an ornate bench in a rain-soaked, illuminated street at night

[knifknighted]

Dragon Ball Si/OC Fic

Lol shameless self-promotion

Sorry to all the DCxDP people who follow me and don't care about this, just ignore I guess unless you're interested.

Here is the cover for the fanfiction, that I drew myself

Summary: Getting reincarnated in the small body of an evil space tyrant was far from my first choice. Everything goes downhill from the moment I was born into this hellish new life.

Written in 1st (for my/Frieza's parts) and 3rd POV (for anyone else)

This fic is going to handle some heavy topics and will have potentially triggering content. I've got trigger warnings on it so please read those before diving into the fic. Any of the chapters that contain major triggers will have warnings at the start.

I'm insane and have been writing this for the past few months, I have several chapters backlogged and multiple future ones in the works. All of the chapters are at least 1k words long and I'm working on writing longer ones. A large chunk of this fic is already planned out so I should be able to push chapters out on a weekly basis.

Links to read the first chapter on various sites:

Ao3

Wattpad

Quotev

[twistinthekaleidoscope]

low-key I just got engaged

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

OC POSTING

Juni, our local amnesiac 17 year old Age suspended

All the books in the library are empty.

There's nothing there.

There's nothing there.

And it's empty.

You're alone in there.

And you can't even find a single book with a memory inside.

[sasha-whos-askin-racket]

God I cannot wait for it to be Hanukkah I need to sit with my menorah lit in my bedroom window and just bask in its glow and I need to be reminded of the good and the calm and that everything will work out and we WILL be okay.

[pieterpretorius]

A HDR photo I took a few years ago at Green Hill Lake

[evermorethecrow]

Hits you across the head with a baseball bat and kidnaps you to study your species closely because you're surely not human

Noooooo don't hit me with a baseball bat >_<

Don't smack me with a thick girthy baseball bat >_<

[evansbby]

Can we all actually come to terms with this together

Chris Evan is actually a ginger

[josephinekhawaja]

Was recently exposed to this in a coffee shop, and it is such TaserTricks vibes making me nostalgic for the first three Phases. (Also, you can immediately tell this was written by Maisie Peters.) And not just for the low-key/Loki pun though hard for me to resist that. Mentally preparing myself for yet another season of Sylki (I do not ship it, but sorry to their shippers anyway for any received fandom hate), but I have been delusional since 2011 and my MCU OTP remains (glorious)💚💜.

Wizard with words, tellin' me my energy's so bewitching So I'll go first, there's an open bar Let's close this distance Oh my, don't make me have to spell it all night I don't really give a fuck about all the he-said-she-said bullshit So pick your poison, love, Let's go somewhere a little more exclusive Take a shot, take a chance Take my hand, boy Tension so intense like an asteroid Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids Let's not think too much, there ain't no problems So long as we keep this Low, low, low, low Low, low, low, low-key You ain't even gotta Lo, lo, lo, lo Lo, lo, lo, love me Us in a king-size, keep it a secret Say I'm your queen, I don't wanna leave this Low, low, low, low Low, low, low, low-key

[wats-am]

@damnnonames