#and Does Science

[m0ose-idiot]

Ever wondered whether Yonderland or Ghosts is the sauciest show? WONDER NO MORE, let this Very Important ScienceTM put your mind at ease

[cuntphoric]

you’ve been skipping class, flunking labs, and now you’re in his office with a bad throbbing ache between your legs and an even badder grade

you don’t even bother knocking when you walk into his office, because he’s the one who told you to “come in after hours if you want to fix this."

he’s lounging behind his desk like he always is, legs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a sliver of his chest. those ridiculous black sunglasses are perched low on his nose, and when he sees you he smiles.

“look who finally showed up,” he sighed, gesturing lazily to the stack of unfinished lab reports on his desk. “thought you’d given up.”

you shift awkwardly, heart pounding that you swore that felt like . “i just.. didn’t know what to say.”

“good thing you’re not here to talk, then,” he murmurs, pushing his glasses back up. “you’ve been slacking all semester. skipping lectures, half assing labs.. think i wouldn’t notice?”

you try to look apologetic, but it’s hard to think when he stands up and walks toward you, all tall, slow, and hot as hell. he stops when he’s just behind you, so close you can feel the heat of him against your back.

he stops just behind you. doesn’t touch. doesn’t even breathe too loud. but he’s there. close enough to set your skin on fire.

“so,” he says, voice lower now, almost lazy. “what are you gonna do to make up for it?”

you swallow hard. it’s too quiet in the room, and his words feel like a trap you’re already tangled in. “i don’t know,” you mumble, not trusting yourself to meet his eyes. “whatever you think is fair..”

he lets that hang for a second. then laughs softly. “you’re asking me to decide what’s fair?” his breath brushes your neck now, and you feel it—finally, his fingers ghosting over your hip like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go. “baby, that’s dangerous.”

you say nothing. can’t. your pulse is screaming under your skin.

he leans closer, like he’s about to bite out something cruel, but he doesn’t. just murmurs, “you walk in here after weeks of disappearing and tell me whatever i think is fair? you sure you wanna give me that kind of control?”

“i’m here, aren’t i?” you whisper.

his hand finally settles on your waist, grounding, a little too firm. “yeah,” he says. “you are.”

but he doesn’t move. doesn’t do anything, not yet. just lets the tension stretch and snap in the silence, dragging it out because he wants you to squirm.

“bend over the desk,” he says quieter now, “just so we can talk.”

you hesitate this time. you know what he’s capable of when you’re like this - open, stupid with need, desperate for something rough to erase the guilt of failing repeatedly pooling in your chest. but still, you lean forward, hands braced, chest against the desk’s cold edge.

he stands behind you but doesn’t touch. just talks.

“do you even know what you want?” he asks, tone unreadable. “or are you just hoping i’ll figure it out for you?”

your mouth is dry. “i want to fix it.”

he hums. “no, you want to get fucked and pretend that fixes it.”

your breath catches.

“you think showing up wet and pathetic is the same as putting in work?” he presses a hand between your shoulder blades, not to hold you down, but just feel you. “you think that’s gonna cut it?” he sighs.

can this man just do something—

oh. and then—then—you hear the belt.

you don’t hesitate. your hands brace against the cool wood as you feel him behind you, tugging at your waistband, baring you like you’re some toy he gets to play with when the lab’s closed.

and then you hear it. the soft click of his belt.

“count for me,” he says.

the first strike is loud and hot and sharp, making your hips jerk forward and your breath catch in your throat.

“one,” you gasp.

“you can take more than that, right?” he murmurs, and god, he sounds pleased.

he spanks you again, then again, harsh and slow, pausing just enough to let the sting settle before the next. by the seventh you’re trembling, thighs pressed tight, skin burning.

by the twelfth you’re dripping, trying not to grind against the desk to get some- any kind of friction. he leans forward, pressing a kiss just under your ear, voice thick.

“look at you,” he breathes. “all shaky already. i haven’t even fucked you yet.”

when he finally pulls his cock out, he drags the tip along your slit just to pull a reaction out of you and then he pushes in, all at once, no warning, making your body jolt forward as he buries himself deep.

he fucks you like he’s trying to drill the periodic table into your spine—slow at first, grinding deep, then picking up pace until the desk creaks under you. one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip, dragging you back onto him like he owns you.

“gonna fix that grade right here,” he pants. “maybe if i fuck you dumb enough, you’ll stop skipping class.”

you’re crying out now, clenching around him, brain static.

“f-fuck—professor—”

he groans, hips stuttering as he slams into you harder, until your legs give and your moans turn into needy whines. and when he comes, it’s with a low growl and a handful of your hair in his fist, cock buried so deep it feels like he’s made a mark inside.

you stay there, folded over the desk, skin warm and used, every nerve fried and twitching. the world’s gone fuzzy around the edges, and your thighs are trembling, stuck between the aftershock and the hot cum inside.

he slides out antagonizingly slow. his hands stay on your hips a second longer than they need to, thumbs brushing over the marks he left. then he leans in, and you feel the scratch of his stubble as he kisses the base of your spine—soft and mocking.

his voice is a low purr when he speaks.

“look at you,” he murmurs. “can’t even stand up straight.”

you groan, forehead still pressed to the desk, too gone to argue.

he pulls your panties back up with a tenderness that doesn’t match anything that just happened, then palms your ass one last time that felt too smug.

“extra credit approved,” he says, and when you glance back, he’s buttoning his shirt as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts.

the belt’s still hanging loose around his hips. his smile’s a little crooked. and he’s already reaching for a red pen.

[tojisteddy]

Overstim with the 141

John is full of encouragement. His large hands caressing and pulling you in the most divine ways. He’ll hold you close, slowly thrusting into you during your second orgasm, forehead to forehead.

“So pretty honey, know you can give me another.”

“Love you so much, just fuckin- fuck- made for me, fuckin proud of you.”

He’ll plant such tender kisses on your lips, you can’t help but melt and shudder around him. He’ll continue praising you after, cumming himself just from getting you off.

Simon on the other hand, he’s getting that orgasm out of you whether you think you can or not. A bully. Rubbing your puffy clit till your withering and sobbing on his dick. Might stick a finger in your stuffed heat for good measure. He’ll suck on your earlobe, then make his way down your jaw. Finally creaming all over him just how he wanted.

“See? Wasnt that fuckin hard, was it luvie?”

“Pretty little cunt just needed a little guidance, huh birdie?”

Gaz, just has to talk you through it. Dirty talker at heart. Wont shut the fuck up. Definitely has your arms pinned behind your back, enjoying the perfect view of of your cheeks rippling every time he drags his length out and then rams it back in your sopping walls.

“Shit, sweetheart, look at how well you’re taking me. Pussy wont let me go, needs me right, here, yeah?”

“Shh, shhhh, listen angel. You hear all that? That’s allll you, fucking soaking me to my balls. You can give me another, show me how good you are.”

Soap, the idiot, will overstimulate himself while overstimulating you. You’re fucking shaking, telling him to take a fucking break but he’s pussy drunk. So pussy drunk, that even the idea of him pulling out of your tight pussy makes tears well up in his eyes, rambling, whimpering, pleading—

“Cannae get enough of ye bonnie, god, ‘nd ya want me gone? Not like this lass, ma ears ‘re shot. I can’t- ungh- why are ye suckin me like this, Christ-“

“Soo good- hnngh- too good- need you dove. Please, please cum, just once more! I swear, I promise-“

The fool, fucking you both dumb till he’s shooting blanks, cum leaking out of your overstuffed cunt, leaking down his thighs and he’s passed out, still inside you. Don’t worry! He’ll do it over again tomorrow :)

a/n: good morning, sluts, countryfolk, and working babes— lend me your ears!!!

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[bet-on-me-13]

The weirdly competent Doctor

So! The Watchtower's Medical Bay is a hub of constant Activity. With the number of Heroes who work under the Justice League, there are always injuries, health check-Ups, and illnesses that need healing.

But with the amount of Variant Biologies that those Heroes have, it's always a guessing game as to how to help them best. Some Metahumans react positively to penicillin, but others react like it's their Kryptonite. Some Aliens have anatomy similar to Humans, others are so different you can't tell the Stomach from the Bladder.

So when they hired a New Doctor for the Medical Bay, they had to run him through an entire Course on Variant Biologies and how best to treat specific Heroes. It was long and difficult to remember fully, but it was necessary for him to know.

But then the new Doctor started correcting Them.

"Actually, Martian's react better to the Syrup of Eucalyptus Plants better than Penicillin, since Eucalyptus is very similar to a medicinal plant from Mars which they used in many of their antibiotics."

"I don't think just pumping double doses of sedative is the best way to calm down a Speedster, that could have adverse effects on their body. Perhaps try Psychic Intervention? Their minds move a Mile a Second, but if you can calm them down their bodies will follow suit."

"Of course you use Micro-Doses of Kryptonite to operate on Superman! What else would you do?! I don't know, maybe ask JLD to enchant your Equipment to make use of Kryptonian suseptiblity to Magic? The Kryptonite is just gonna give him Cancer!"

Of course the Doctors didn't take kindly to being rudely corrected by a newbie, and Fired him on his first day.

Then a few days later their usual Treatments don't work, and they decide to give those strategies the Quack Doctor gave them out of desperation.

And Lo and Behold, they work! Martian Manhunter is fully healed and feels much better than the previous times he has needed surgery. Apparently they used a different Antibiotic that worked better with his Biology. Which was incredible, how had they figured it out?

Another Doctor you say? One who was experienced on Martian Biology and Medicinal History? He would very much like to meet with the man!

...

What do you mean you fired him for talking back?!

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[todaysbird]

[noodles-and-tea]

For the twins in time AU, I genuinely wonder what kind of people the young twins grow up into because of Stan’s/Ford’s influence. Especially if it takes years for the portal to get fixed.

(Sorry if it seems like I already sent this question, I don’t know if it got sent the first time I asked)

I haven’t fully fleshed out how Ford grows up in the past but I do have thoughts on Stan presently

[zluckychap]

the handyman

[mail-me-a-snail]

anyway waddahell why not publish some of the helmet party doodles i have saved in my drafts... ft. blu engie and his insufferable golden retriever guy

[m0ose-idiot]

Did you see @bawdiestrhymester doing God's work and quantifying the Captain's bounces?

Hurrah for a fellow data scientist, we hope they don't mind that we couldn't help but graph the important findings 👻❤️

[omegas-reincarnation]

I'm pretty sure I remember seeing a fandom post talking about Bashir having had some kind of brain surgery to make him the Smartest Guy Ever but I am eight episodes in and I have yet to see any evidence of this guy being smarter than my rabbit that tried to eat shoes

[tojisteddy]

John Price with reader! who isn’t good at asking for what they want so he shows them how to by edging the shit out of them.

cw: 18+ mdni, smut, edging, full nelson (but it’s only fingering), daddy kink (icky), dad bf! Price.

Price is always reminding you, how even if you are his “big strong girl” to always let him know if you need help.

He’s a call or text away, even at the dead of night.

Well it’s hard for you to ask for help. You’ve been like this since you were young, you’re used to doing things on your own, whatever you wanted you’d get it your own way. You moved yourself out of your parents place and into an apartment yourself (with paid movers but alone nonetheless), got a new job yourself, when your car wasn’t working, you took 3 buses to make it on time, drive yourself on a two hour drive just to see the sunset, and solo trips—

in other words, hyper independent.

John didn’t catch it when he first started dating you, but it’s the way you simply did things and didn’t ask. Didn’t ask him to help you bring in groceries or when you needed help getting your old mattress out your flat, you’d magically did it yourself. Or when you were so drained from work, you told John you were fine and then spent a week holed in your apartment until you pulled yourself together, alone. When John questioned you about it you simply gave him a shrug. The straw that broke the camels back was when you got stuck in the rain for 3 hours and you forgot to call him that dire time of need.

You could’ve easily asked for help. You chose not to.

So here you were, sat in John’s lap, a hiccuping and withering mess, legs spread open and your feet on his knees, your back meeting his chest, while John plays with your soaking pussy.

But he’s not letting you cum.

No, no, noooo, this wouldn’t be a punishment if you came so soon, would it?

“ ‘M sorry Price, hnngh- mmm- hicc- ‘m sorry, was wrong.” You babble, stupidly grinding your hips against his fingers that have been putting you through hell for the last two hours.

He pulls his fingers out, making an exhausted whine fall from your lips, “I knooow lovie,” he coos, letting his drenched fingers brush through your wet folds, then to your pearl. “But you have to use your words for me, yeah? Tell me when you need Daddy’s help.”

A broken sob comes out of your mouth, legs shaking as the older man gives your throbbing clit a little flick, before circling it slowly with his thumb. you shake your head, head falling back against him. “ ‘S too much! I don’t- I can’t-“ you interrupt yourself with your own moans.

John holds you tight in his hairy muscular arms, pulling your legs over his forearms, he adds more pressure down to your clit until he knows your about to fall apart, eyes fluttering shut and making that beautiful face, deep in pleasure. The older man, holds you close when you whine about him stopping, fondling the pink of your cunt, his lips kissing your shoulder, “I told you baby, you have to use your words. What do you need help with? Hm?”

His tongue swipes from your neck to your ear, sucking and nibbling at your earlobe. He tsks at your quietness towards the question, giving your pussy a little slap that makes you keen, eyes opening to look back at the blue set looking down at you. “I asked you a question [+].”

In a low eyed haze, you purse your lips, chest falling up and down rapidly, youre humping the air like a desperate slut for any contact you can get but to no avail. Your face gets damp with tears, you slur, “Help- anngh- please help me Daddy. W-wanna cum, hicc hmm- please help me cum.”

“Gooood girl dove, doin so good for your Dad.” He slips two fingers in your aching hole, curling and thrusting them ever so perfectly in your sopping pink walls. You grip at his arms, as your walls quickly tighten and spasm around his thick digits.

“See? Wasn’t that hard to ask for help, was it?”

a/n: this is my audition tape to anon who sent me a request for dad bf John. I’m scoping the scenery out. Trying to prove how this is fun and camp !

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[squshymarsh]

DCxDp idea.

Danny does Science

Danny is a chemist who posts videos online of random experiments he does. Each video is a little unhinged, he says some out of pocket stuff and the editing is gold. (I’m thinking like NileRed on YouTube but mix it with that funny cooking guy from TT)

He does all of his experiments in his parent’s lab when they aren’t using it.

Most of the videos are educational, entertaining and just an interesting watch. Giving how he explains the components, process and uses of each and every experiment he does.

Sure every now and then he gets shot at or attacked by automated weapons or the giant doors open behind him to show off a swirling void of green that comes with ungodly sounds. And yeah maybe his science comes to life when he isn’t looking and tries to ambush him from behind.

But it’s still educational. Just very interestingly educational.

[anarchysammichh]

I've never really been into AUs for anything before, but Science Time with Dr Pine HAS MY HEART, I just NEEDED to draw some of these.

Will definitely be sketching more of your amazing posts, @aroace-get-out-of-my-face (hope you don't mind the tag!) I loved reading them so much oughh

Oh and the first two drawings are based off of number 6 from this post and the third one is from this!

[kiwinatorwaffles]

started making blu team headcanons. thought it would be funny if like half the team had it just a little bad for dell

rip sniper he was just like me in middle school </3