#░▒▓ 「lol ignore this 」OOC

[theloveinc]

jason todd x reader - boobies and entrails, entrails and boobies. 1.3k

(warnings: afab!reader who has bio baby and is called "mama," mentions of giving birth and post-birth body, nipple worship, kinky and weird SORRY i went insane, one instance of gore, jason is pretty teasing and suave, but so are you. mature themes, be warned.)

Jason and his staring problem—

At you, mostly (he gets it from the whole “being a vigilante” thing, he says when you point it out. It has to run deeper than that, though—because it’s not just tactical scans and daggers you catch him shooting, but the most heinous pair of bedroom eyes, as well, even in the most public of places), but also… at every single thing around you, too. Not a single trip out of the house goes by without him inspecting the scenery, the bus, the people around you both with those searing blue eyes. If he were anything like Superman, your whole neighbor and everyone in it would’ve been burnt to a crisp before you even managed to move in.

But also, Jason and his staring problem now that you’re lactating, as if he’s always desperately waiting for the moment your shirt comes off for whatever reason, to feed the kid or you to change your clothes. 

(He knows it’s perverted, but it’s tender in a way, too, and there’s nothing he likes more than being tender with you, having you in ways no other person can.)  

In fact, the cosmic energy of his ogling problem is probably the reason that you’re leaking through your shirt right now, breasts stiff and heavy from waiting for your baby to wake up from their snooze to be fed, and from the intensity of your lover, just watching, just waiting–

(He claims that it’s simply because he’d hate for anything to happen to either of you in such a vulnerable moment, that he can’t stand the thought of any kind of disturbance during baby’s feeds, even if it’s just the doorbell, the fridge’s automatic ice machine, or the sound of sirens outside.)

But just like their father on the nights he isn’t tossing and turning and sweating, your baby is a heavy sleeper, doesn’t exactly snore (yet) but you can always hear their little puffs of their breath through the monitor at night. It’s… cute (just like Jason is, when he’s able to fully relax). 

You’re only just coming out of the nursery when you catch sight of the stains in the hallway mirror–right where your nipples sit, over the large Wayne Enterprises logo of your shirt–cussing because now you’ve gotta change clothes and you're unsure if your raw nipples can take the friction of another bra and t-shirt sliding over your chest. 

Jason hasn’t exactly hid the nipple cream, but he keeps it on his side of the bed so that he can do the honors of applying it for you, which would be weird, but…you’ve seen his entrails on multiple occasions, plus you birthed his baby and the entire time, he had his head between your legs to watch. That aside, however, he actually knows what the hell he’s doing, cupping and kneading your chest before bed each night, one last round of filling up your pump for his shift to feed the baby before licking up the rest himself. Then, he’s slathering you in lotion, fully assured that you’re empty and content enough to sleep until it’s your turn for the baby.

(You’ve found that you’ve come to love his calloused and rough hands even more than you did previously: the ridges and notches of skin scratching every itch, feeding every urge, and serving to answer to your every need, grounding you in ways you often don’t always notice, but instead, always feel.) 

But then the man himself is appearing in the threshold, acting smug and surprised to see you as though he wasn’t already on his way to pester you in the nursery, where he’d likely pull you from your fussing with folding and refolding the baby clothes so you could sit on his lap in the room’s armchair and eventually fall asleep with your face in his neck. 

And he’s walking up and pressing his belly to yours, your sore tits nudging against where he is most firm and they are swollen, causing you to inhale sharply, huff just a little out of surprise—

Before you realize Jason’s cornered you on purpose.

(You can’t escape those eyes, not even for a second, always catching the smallest of things; the dribble of spit about to land on your shoulder when you’re burping the baby, the air bubbles that haven’t quite yet settled in a freshly made baba, the single loose thread about to unravel their little crocheted hat.)

One side of his lips tilt up, and you glare—not annoyed so much as unimpressed by his scheme. You’d much rather his initial plan, or the one that ends ups up with you in your own bedroom, taking advantage of the next 45 minutes without a baby in either of your arms, than be out here, cranky from the chill of your milk cooling on your shirt, leaving wet marks your husband will both enjoy and tease you relentlessly for (both verbally and physically). 

“What?” you mutter, trying not to shirk away from his prying gaze, unpacking you the way he’s always been able to (even now that the two of you have softened in ways only parenthood can allow for), with caution and vigilance lingering in every small movement.  

“Nothin’,” he smiles, leaning in to press his nose to yours, hands wrapping around your hips to cup your ass and pull your hips to his. You can feel the outline of something in his pants–not yet fully tented, but still chubbing with heat, and you barely brush against it when you move to curl your fingers in his belt. 

“You’re lying.” 

(Jason seems to like this domestic life he has with you, a little more than he cares to admit–out loud, at least.) 

“Just wanted a kiss, maybe,” he feigns innocence, teeth visible through his sly grin. “‘not gonna make me ask for one, are you?”

You exhale sharply, and though you raise an eyebrow, you also lift your chin, welcoming the way his mouth settles heavy on yours, curving against your lips, pressing them open wetly until your eyes are closing and you’re leaning into his frame where his arms are waiting to pull you as close as possible.

Jason pulls back, but doesn’t quite recede from you; his eyes dark and pretty eyelashes heavy in the low, evening light of the hallway…so you wait (letting him give you more delicate pecks on the mouth, cheeks, eyelids, in between each of his breaths) and wait and wait, til his hands finally start to creep, up from your hips, where his thumbs tickle your belly, still soft and wrinkled from your labor, to your waist where they begin pushing up your shirt. He fingers the low edge of your nursing bra, tickling the soft underside of your boobs as he begins to move the band upward. 

“Todd…” you warn, fidgeting in his hold as his form, his hands, his eyes overtake you, slowly stretching the elastic up and over, until it has crumpled the fabric of your t-shirt against your collarbones and your tits are free.    

Still, his eyes only crinkle at the sides, as they have started to do more and more the longer you’ve been together.

“You’re leaking, mama,” he whispers, moving his hands from your bra to where you’re now exposed, heated flesh going chilly from exposure, warming where he cups 

“And?”

He smirks, “‘just wanna help, is all.”

One of his fingers glides down your nipple gently, and milk starts to bead when he presses (not hard enough to bruise, but enough to have you keening, your at least for a second, til his hand is swiping your skin and he’s sucking the fatty drippings into his mouth and sucking. Hard. 

“Yeah?” you breathe, staring into his eyes, watching just the same. “Then why don’t you go and get my pump?”

(He does, obediently, not before turning back to give you those eyes one more time, as if to say, later, soon as baby is fed–

And boy, does he make good on the wordless promise: Jason has you howling on his thigh later even with a mouth full of milk.)

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Addison noticing Mark's feelings for you

It's the look on Mark's face that causes Addison to slow her walk as she's walking on the bridge. He's resting his arms against the railing, looking down at something on the first floor. He has an unconscious smile growing, tender and soft eyes gazing below to the first floor of the hospital as whatever he's watching has him practically radiating joy.

Addison might have first gotten to know Mark because he was Derek's best friend but she had gotten to know him and become close to him, close enough to call him a friend. There had been a rough patch because of what happened in New York but that didn't erase their history together. And it's because of that history that she knows that the look on his face means something.

She walked over to the side of the bridge, making sure that she was far away from Mark to not startle him out of his trance, before looking over the edge. Addison doesn't notice anything unusual at first as the hospital lobby looks like it does any other day. In the seating area were families fidgeting in their seats, picking at the armrests as they waited, desperate for any news on their loved ones. The nurses stations were buzzing with activity, some typing on the computer, some jotted down notes as they updated charts, and others were walking to different patients as they talked to doctors to update them on the patient's latest status. Doctors passed through, jogging to make their way to their operations or to patients who needed their attention.

With nothing catching her eyes, Addison looks to Mark again and carefully follows his eyesight to the last group in the lobby: the interns. The interns had split into smaller groups - Izzie and George were whispering to each other while you, Christina, and Alex were talking - as you all waited for Meredith. But it's not the whole group that Mark is staring at. No, the soft look in his eyes is directed at you.

Addison watches as his eyes follow your every move, as you gesture to the duo as you tell them about the surgery you assisted in - if she's interpreting your gestures correctly. She raises an eyebrow when she notices Mark's grip on the railing tightens slightly when Alex leans closer to your ear and whispers something to you. Neither one of them can hear what is being said but they can hear your reaction as you push Alex away while you throw your head back in a loud laugh.

Having seen enough to make her own deduction, Addison makes her way to Mark. He doesn't notice her presence as he continues to stare down at you.

"You've also changed."

Mark is startled out of gazing and turns his head to look at her. At his questioning look, she nudges her head toward you and his eyes dart over to you before meeting her gaze once more.

"You sleep with many people and flirt with even more, making it clear that there are no strings attached but," she gestures to you, "I can see the string here."

Mark gets off of the railing and shakes his head. "It's not like that. We're just—"

Addison gives him a look and Mark pauses, letting out a sigh. "I don't know what this is. It's different from what I've felt before but I don't know." He shakes his head. Even though he tries to stop himself, his eyes search for you once more and he watches you and the rest of the interns, now that Meredith has finally joined you all, make your way to the exit. He can't help the smile that shows when he sees you smiling as well.

A faint smile grows on Addison's face at the tender look on Mark's face appears once more. This is a different side to Mark, one that she never knew existed but is happy to see. "Change isn't a bad thing. You should embrace this feeling. It looks good on you."

[comically-blu]

when a touch-starved triangle puts up his very pretty danger comet up for snuggles

Since I revealed that one form of Bill’s in PPC… here’s a mini comic brought out from the void, context here

Comic continues⬇️

[camellcat]

saw someone ask where the joy is in s7. what? the whole.... it's everywhere?

it's willow being reassured she's still just as loved and important despite what she'd done. it's anya and xander not getting back together but knowing they still care deeply about one another and will still have each other's backs when it comes down to it. it's spike and buffy learning how to communicate with each other better, or at the least stop lying to each other. it's buffy going out monster hunting with xander and having a good grumble about it. it's dawn and anya being friends again after anya was betrayed by dawn's klepto habits. it's andrew slowly becoming one of their own. it's buffy finding a job that she enjoys, that makes her feel like she's doing something good outside of slaying and doesn't run her down into the dirt. it's willow building a healthy relationship with magic for the first time. it's spike on the journey to accepting himself, both the man and the monster rather than just trying to play one or the other. it's buffy willow and xander being as close as they've ever been again since the early days. it's dawn being integrated into the group properly and proudly showing off how good she is at research. it's xander and spike finally figuring out how to coexist. it's faith and buffy accepting one another. it's anya and andrew having fun just before the end of the world. it's dawn having her own outcast of friends in school just like buffy did. it's buffy choosing spike, loudly, over and over and over again. it's buffy staring down at the crater that was sunnydale and tearfully smiling at everything it meant to her then and everything it represents now

I feel like the majority of s7 is about how you can come back from misery. I think a lot of it is quieter, not always outright stated but shown if you're willing to notice it, and sometimes it's literally telling you to your face. and it says that there is a life after devastation. there will be joy again if you can work for it, if you're willing to try. or this is what I took away from s7 anyhow

[counterclan]

This cunty ass leader

[greenzilla4]

…

Just remember, while it was an anon who gave Purple that poisoned cupcake, it was also an anon who tried to warn them not to eat it.

And while some of us did beat up Red, which we admit was a massive fuck up on our part, if it wasn’t for other anons Red would be DEAD from that fuck up.

Maybe next time think before you lash out at the wrong people and prolong the suffering of those you care about.

(Places down a milk bucket, untampered and fresh, on the floor)

We’re not that much of a hive mind that we all think the same things at once. We have individuality, even if we all apparently look the same to you.

I... can't trust you guys. You have no idea how terrifying it is to come home and witness your friend in such a critical condition that they can't move. Or to watch them collapse in front of you after trustfully eating something they were gifted.

...

If anything happens to Purple after I give them this milk, you guys will forever be unwelcome. Ya got that?

[delphi-sees-all]

[The smell of popcorn can be sensed from Delphi's bedroom]

@ethan-green-69420

[Delphi sniffs, curious. Popcorn was one of the few decent foods she remembers from Watcher World. She heads out of her room to investigate.]

[haruniki]

Body Heat Helps Right?

Caught Kissing/Making Out- HSR Part 2/? part 1 is here

Characters: Bronya, Seele, Natasha, Serval

a/n: Didn't include Pela or Lynx bc i think they are both minors from what i have been told and I dont think it's appropriate to write them for this prompt. I also feel like I'm missing a character, lmk if i am. Also my gifs do not want to work properly on computer so i am sorry about that

a/n 2 (3/22/2025): this has been sitting in my private post for like a year. I took off Serval because I hadn't finished writing her part, but if someone puts in a request or something I'll write her part. i might start writing for hsr but only for some characters bc i haven't touched the game in like a year and know none of the new characters.

CW: suggestive content, established relationship in Bronya's and Seele's, patient x doctor in Natasha's, written with fem aligned reader in mind, Sampo

Bronya

Bronya had never been one for PDA, much less do anything that would expose both herself and her beloved girlfriend.

However, stress was getting to her and as her lover, you could tell that she was hanging on by a thread. Staying late at the office, coming home late in the night, even continuing to work at home.

Sure, rebuilding Belebog was going to take work from everyone, and a lot of the groundwork and decisions will have to be made by the Supreme Guardian Bronya herself.

That's why instead of her doing her paperwork at this very moment, you're straddling her waist as you both make out like your lives depend on it. Tongues intertwined, hands pulling at the fabrics out your clothes wanting to explore underneath, but Bronya's hesitance prevents her.

Bronya initially protested this act of intimacy, stating that it would be indecent to do any act. Guards could walk in, a citizen could walk in needing to talk with Bronya, or heaven forbids Sampo walks in, she most definitely get black mailed by him.

But all that slipped away once you state how cold you were from the outside and how you would only cuddle up to her for a few moments. Feeling a bit worried, she allowed you to sit on her lap and cuddle next to you. And really, she's the one who initiated the first kiss, and the second, and perhaps even the third. But she lost count on who initiated which kisses after the 4th one.

Bronya shifts a bit, grabbing a hold of you thighs before lifting you up and on to the desk. No longer worried about anyone walking in, it was late after all.

"I know I said only a small display of affection would be fine, but I do feel guilty about having neglected you a bit. Please allow me to make up for that.."

Your mouths collide once more. Bronya reaches for you blouse and begins unbuttoning it rather eagerly. It's been awhile since you've seen each other like this. such a pretty sight. Bronya with a flushed expression look adorable and... vulnerable.

You didn't think that part, was someone there? You eyes snap open as you feel Bronya pull away very quickly. A mortified expression on her face as she holds you blouse closed.

Sampo and Seele stand there at the door both relatively surprised. Seele awkwardly places down some papers on the floor, grabbing Sampo by the shoulders before walking out, dragging him as he spouts something about blackmail.

Once gone, Bronya all red face and slightly teary eyed, sits in her chair contemplating her choices.

Hopefully conforming Bronya will make her feel better about the awkward encounter?

Seele

It was so cold, freezing actually. The underground usually didn't get as cold as this but lately the temperature had been dropping really low.

You shiver as you go to meet up with Seele. She invited you out to walk patrol with her. She mostly just likes to show off her fighting skill and she loves when you praise her.

As you approach her, she walks up to you with a slight smile on her face and greets you joyously.

As you both walk and talk, a few rogue bots were approaching. Seele gives a small stretch before making quick work of them. After the fight, Seele walks over to you a proud smile on her face.

You give a small giggle at her behavior. She loved showing off when you were around, especially when she fought something.

As she approaches, you pull her into you and give a small kiss. A reward if you will. Seele smiles into it before wrapping her arms around your waist.

Seele pulls you in for another kiss, then another, and then another. It was quite nice, minus how cold it was. Seele must of notice you shivering and even she had to agree. It was rather chilly.

Seele pulls away and grabs your hand leading you to a dead-end area with tables and some old tents. One of the old places some mining residents were living in once upon a time.

It was much warm in this area, was one of those heaters still here?

Seele pulls you over to one of the tables, picking you and setting you on it.

"Lemme know if you get too cold, hate for you to catch a cold. Try not to pull my hair so much either."

She pulls you into another kiss, her hands gripping your waist. Her knee sliding in between your legs. She gently nudges you to lay back, breaking the kiss for you to do so. Seele wiping away the saliva from the broken kiss, watching you lay down.

After you lay down, she moves to straddle your waist. Initiating yet another kiss between you both.

However, it seems these tables were rather old and nor as sturdy as Seele had thought. It broke beneath you both and you both hit the ground.

The commotion got the attention of some guards who were doing their own patrol nearby and both rushed in thinking some monsters were nearby, only to find you both.

Faces flushed red, you both tell them that you both tripped and landed top of the table breaking it. And before the guards question any further, you both dash off. Leaving the scene and leaving the confused guards behind. Natasha

Natasha had always been kind to you. She's kind to everyone even if it's due to her job. But something had been bothering you lately about her, and it was the fact you had a crush on her.

Lately when you would come in, whether you were volunteering or coming in for an appointment. Her gaze seemed to linger along with any touch she left.

You had chalked it up to maybe her wanting to make sure you were helping another patient correctly or to just comfort you a bit when you were there for an appointment.

It just so happens that you had an appointment today, just a wellness checkup. Lately, you've been getting such a bad chill and while it was probably just the cold it couldn't hurt to get it checked in case

The door squeaks as you open it. You'll most definitely have to take a look at that the next time you volunteer.

Natasha looks up and smiles gently at you. Standing up with clipboard in hand, she escorts you to one of the beds. As you go to sit down, she closes the curtains around the bed. Sitting in the stool in front of you, she nods for you to begin listing your symptoms.

As you list them, she nods her head. Furrowing her eyebrows at the more concerning ones. Letting you finish talking, she lets out a hum before getting up and moving closer to you to examine your face. Natasha grasps your chin and hums a little bit.

Your face feels warm as she does this and you're not quite sure but you feel like she is hesitating on something. You almost want to kiss her.

"I think due to some of the heaters aren't working as well as they usually do, that might just be why you're having chills. Nothing a bit of ..warmth won't solve."

You nod your head as she says that. Natasha is still as close as she was before. She looks into your eyes for a moment, her violet eyes searching for something.

Her faces flushes lightly and she looks off to the side for a moment before asking you a question.

She coughs lightly and ask if she could kiss you. Your own face flushes but you slowly nod. Once she gets the confirmation of your approval, she leans in and kisses you.

Her lips feel chapped and dry, but you didn't mind. Natasha pulls back for a moment before diving in for another.

You're not quite sure how long both have waited for this moment but you both weren't going to waste the opportunity. As the time passes, Natasha may have forgotten that she had another appointment to attend to.

The squeakiness of the door must have gone unnoticed from the both of you because you both almost tumble to the floor when the curtain is quickly pulled aside.

You both quickly pull away and try to straight yourselves up both your faces flushed. As you look up to see who it is, you internally groan out of annoyance, Sampo is there with a nervous smile. It seems that he had an appointment with Natasha next.

Natasha glares at him before pulling him aside and having a quick talk with him. Whatever she said seemed to get him running out of there rather quickly. After he leaves, Natasha quickly turns back to

[afraidofchange]

Anyway im drunk enough to say that i think it's very telling how people are so unwilling to write gender non conforming characters. like, i think i can count the amount of butch/stud/masc lesbians written by others who aren't me, on one hand in the 13 years I've been rping on tumblr. like , y'all know it's ok to expand horizons and write lesbians right? like. damn.

[askchilchuck]

tie helium balloons to him to balance it out

Chilchuck floats above the water again, this time suspended by balloons.

No! No more! I wish to go further back!

The genie nods his head again, as Chilchuck uses his last wish.

NOT THE FUCKING BOG AGAIN!

Chilchuck is in agony. The genie has decided to stay and watch.

[campbell-bain-bear]

Cami is tinkering

[the-multi-dimensional-fbi]

Knock, knock.

I would appreciate any strange candies you might have.

01000110/@ford-between-dimensions

*the door opens*

Huh….you look familiar….eh I’m probably just confused…

Anyway, Here kiddo, Take this beetle, I think it’s the freshest one I have, pretty lucky.

[protovoxxed]

This is purely because I don't wanna drop a load on someone's post randomly.

// This isn't me giving any level of advice, just bouncing off transinistor's tags. I think a lot of the weirdness around white-passing POC is from (and I am black saying this GHHSDG) how black people often even treat half-black people.

I had a great, great grandma. She was VERY white passing, but she had 2 black parents, something that happens sometimes in black families. Even my brother is extremely light-skinned despite having 2 fully black parents. Just happens. Both had a hard time in the black community; despite being black, they just looked less black than most. These were real people being denied their culture.

People think it's a removal of heritage from a character if they're "more white" and also because the doors are often closed on mixed POC. They CAN'T be part of the culture, so if they look white, they can't possibly be one of us. So, people who aren't POC adopt that way of thinking.

Mixed POC are often told they're not black enough or they're not allowed to take in their heritage because they're mixed, and it's worse if they do not look black.

Alastor is supposed to be white passing. Of course, you don't have to draw him that way if you don't want to, but not all mixed black people LOOK black. Some celebrities are 1/4th black and do not look black. That's okay!

Looking at colorism also means looking at the side where POC are denied heritage and how it affects them in society.

My Grandma and brother (less my brother), had an easier time those other POC around them, and thankfully they used their voices to help others around them (my grandma more so), but a lot of those passing POC don't often have to worry about being stuck with the discrimination, which Alastor probably didn't have to deal with as a passing man of color. He also was probably denied growing up by his peers to be allowed in the culture.

Also, for Context, I was raised by my great-grandma, who died in 2023 at 93. So I grew up hearing about how things were for her and her mother. So my POV is coming from there.

This also reminds me of the time I explained that because Alastor is Creole, I still consider him black and called him black, and people got really mad at me. Because they thought I was excluding mixed people. I'm sorry, but I think mixed people belong in their culture regardless of how mixed they are. That's how I was raised.

[myreputatioooon]

Ya'll I need a fic where Outis being a war criminal with a body count haunts the cantos

The ✨drama✨ of Nelly's reunion with Heath being interrupted by her noticing Outis and asking "Mother?!" and Heathcliff being inflicted with staggering because he's been beefing to high hell with his nanny's MOTHER and oh fuck Outis is gonna hold this over his head

Outis remarking to Olga how she picked up everything from her father except maybe her fighting ability much to Olga's confusion

Outis being real awkward around Sinclair especially during his Canto cuz she might have birthed/sired one or more of his parents kids . . . Who may or may not have been sibling(s) to Sinclair . . . Or Sinclair because shit he looks like that man she shagged

All the sinners being off-the-wall frustrated at how damn difficult Aida and Los Mariachis are to fight but Outis herself is also smiling the whole way through and after Aida flees for the first fight she's just smirks and goes "good enough show for my daughter" giving one or more sinner whiplash

Outis as all the sinners die of poison spitting at Hopkins, "not even letting your own half-sister to die in your arms, and now this?" And Hopkins having no clue wtf she's talking about so he walks away faster to get the hell out of dodge

Outis remarks looking at the Lion, Wolf & Panther "you have your fathers/'s eyes" and it is never clarified who or how many she was referring to

[lt-banks]

If you're a minor do not interact with my blog and content, at all.

I cannot believe I am seeing the MDNI warning in my pinned & bio ignored and notifications from a mod I know is not an adult that I don't follow.

I do not CARE if it's safe content, if you're just visiting my blog to reblog ask memes, you should not be on my blog period because I have stated clearly in my pinned AND bio that my blog is MDNI!

[dangaer]

i think i could fix him.