darken-sunshine
i like comics, ig
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a very proud librarian and a filthy, rude, complete scoundrel <3
this video feels so halcarol coded to me, (just pretend they’re both not incredibly ambitious)
if i don’t get a ted lord x reader fic rn i will tweak out
me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines
Ray and Frank wearing Mikey Way shirts :3
i like to post like im logging on from monster high
"English isn't my-"
Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with
going back to the last post. gerard's playlist which he played as a dj
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Peek A Boo
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism
Depeche Mode - Shake The Disease
Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby
Pixies - Velouria
The Hives - Abra Cadaver
Morrissey - Last Of The Famous International
Playboys
The Cure - Why Can't I Be You?
Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For
New Order - Temptation
David Bowie - Modern Love
Elvis Costello - (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love And Understanding
The Clash - Spanish Bombs
Cursive - Art Is Hard
The Stooges - Search And Destroy
Echo And The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon
Violent Femmes - Add It Up
Christina Aguilera - Dirrty
Bauhaus - Ziggy Stardust
something i've been thinking about a lot lately
I’m screaming over how cute this is.
Ok?
Screaming.
But can we just talk about how Remy is sleeping? That can’t be comfortable. Maybe he needs some curtains on those windows if he’s not liking the light coming through.
Rascal Son and Unpopular Daughter
My Lady Jane | S01 E02
Batboys as your sugar daddy
What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?
Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader
Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.
Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.
BRUCE WAYNE 💋
“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.
With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.
But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.
He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.
“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.
When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw.
There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”
DICK GRAYSON 💋
Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”
Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.
“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.
“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.
His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”
You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.
But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”
“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”
“Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”
JASON TODD 💋
Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”
You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”
“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.
In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”
You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.
“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”
When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?
TIM DRAKE 💋
“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done.
Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”
She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.
“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.
So when you get back to your car, you call him.
“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.
“Tim—”
“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”
“Tim—”
“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”
🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05
this is the funniest thing i have ever done
I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM
jaime reyes doodles!
I just had the most wholesome interaction in the mall with a teenager who was shopping with their mom. They were wearing a Les Mis hoodie and I said that I liked it and that I was obsessed with Les Mis. They replied—“Oh not as much as me!” and I couldn’t help but laugh and then just responded with “You’re probably right.” 😭🫶🏻
Most parts of being a teen sucked but that unbridled enthusiasm for this silly story is something I look back on really fondly. 🥹
so very very scientific
Matt videos??? Of him MOANING and WHIMPERING?!? I’m very well aware of those existing but is there like a compilation on YouTube or something??? Just for scientific purposes 👀
Here u go bookie….I hope this helps w ur scientific purposes say THANK U TO KRYSTAL ILU FOR MAKING THIS 🫶
y rn’t men like this irl 😭
Theo + crush pls <3
crush | theo nott ♡
theo with a crush is intense.
with his dead eyes, he'd stare at you across the room with absolutely no shame. making you wonder if he's staring or glaring.
you'd be in class answering the professor's question when you feel those watercolour eyes piercing into you. or sitting in the great hall eating and laughing with your friends only to look up and see a certain slytherin watching you intently. or reading underneath the willow tree in the courtyard and sneaking a glance at the dark haired boy smoking by the stairs to find theo already looking at you.
despite what everyone else thinks, theo's actually quite introverted and reserved. he learns by observing. he watches you. reads your body language. gauges what you like and dislike by your expression.
in class, he'd start interacting with you more. he'd mutter sarcastic comments under his breath because he knows it makes you smile. he'd lean in close when he's handing you back your quill because he know how flustered you get. he'd fetch the ingredients from the tallest shelves and place them on your desk cause he knows you can't reach and that you're too shy to ask.
as soon as you start getting more comfortable around him, he knows its the right time to make a move.
this man is a mastermind. he knows what he wants and he gets what he wants.
he'd come up to you while you're reading under your designated spot and casually bring up the fact that he's going to a book release in hogsmeade that weekend—the same book you've been raving to your friends about for weeks.
"that's my favorite series."
"is that so?" he'd ask with a little smirk. acting like he didn't already know this information. "well, it just so happens that I have a plus one. would you like to come with, dolcezza?"
"i'd love to, theo."
i wanna start writing some fics so send me some requests. i’ll do dc comics, ahs, hp, idfk whatever else
this was sooo cute, like i physically can’t. me & who???
coming home
summary:
“why are you still awake?”
“why are you so late?”
warnings: fluff, mild teasing, angst (if you read between the lines), fluff
a/n: i take no responsbility for the typos because it is five in the morning
gif credit: @peterparkcr
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Keep reading
be easy
Okay but how do you think Jason would react to coming home from a long mission to see you cuddling his pillow like a teddy bear while you sleep?
❄️
He had been on a mission for days, and you knew that was part of the job. You knew it was pert of the job, but it sucked. Sleeping without his warmth and comfort wasn't easy. Fortunately, you had come up with an idea. You had been sleeping curled up with his pillow. It wasn't the same, but it did the trick after a while. If you were tired enough, it was just enough to lure you to sleep...especially after you started using one of his shirts as a pillowcase.
It took over an hour for you to fall asleep, your face buried in the pillow for comfort. Jason had only walked in a couple of minutes ago. He wasn't sure if he should take pictures because you looked adorable, or if he should let you sleep.
He can't help himself. He approaches you and gently shakes your shoulder. "Sweetheart, 'm home."
You don’t open your eyes, swatting in his general direction.
"Did you miss me?" He smiles as you bury your face deeper into his pillow.
You very clearly were not awake.
"'S nice to see you too." He laughs to himself.
"Shut the fuck up," you mumble into the pillow.
Jason removes the pillow and tries to slide into its place. You finally crack an eye open.
"Oh, hi." You close your eyes again.
"Hey." He pulls the covers up over you both.
Your eyes open again. "Wait. Jason?"
"Yeah, it's me. Shh, baby. Go back to sleep."
jason having scratches on his back from reader and batfam noticing it and teases him about it
then the next time they see reader, theyre like "you should cut your nails" jokingly
I want him. So bad.
The night before he went to train with his family, Jason had fucked you against a wall. Not his brightest idea, but it’s not his fault! You were teasing him and he just had to fuck you! You were wearing his favorite lingerie! He couldn’t help himself. What was he supposed to do? Tell you no? Absolutely not.
In his defense, he didn’t realize you scratched his back so deep.
His family is a family of detectives, so it didn’t take them long to spot the deep red lines trailing down his back. It also didn’t help that he immediately took his shirt off to train. Dick tries to tell him gently, but Steph interrupts, “you look like you got mauled by a bear.”
Jason goes beat red. He tries to look over his shoulder and ends up spinning, looking like a dog chasing its tail. “Oh shit.” Dick tries to get Jason to stop by patting his back, but Jason ends up doubled over. “OW. FUCK. DICKHEAD.”
“Sorry, Jay!”
Tim starts laughing. “How the fuck did you not notice?”
Jason gets even more red. “I was preoccupied!”
Now everyone’s laughing at him.
Everyone goes silent when you open the door. “Jay, you left your work tablet at home. Hey-”
“Hey, Wolverine.” Duke starts snickering. You raise an eyebrow and look at Jason. He hangs his head and slowly turns around. You see his back and say nothing, just blinking. You turn and walk out the door. Fuck that.
Hello! I’m finally online when your ask box is open!😁
How would you feel about a lil knock-down-drag-out fight between Jason and Reader that ends with angry sex?
-🫀
You tried to steal his helmet. Not your best idea, you'll admit, but in your defense...you thought it would be funny. You crawled under the bed on your hands and knees and shimmied yourself into the corner where you knew he kept the prototype of his helmet. It would do in a pinch.
You thought you were being sneaky. That is, until someone grabbed your waist and yanked you out from underneath the bed before you were close enough to get your hands on the helmet. He swiftly kicks you down and twists you onto your back.
"I told you to quit fucking messing with that!"
You crossed your arms and huffed. He was being dramatic. You weren't gonna do anything with it. You were just messing around.
"Relax-"
"RELAX?" He releases on of his hands from your body to pinch the bridge of his nose. "How many time do I have to fucking tell you that there is an actual bomb in that helmet?"
"Yeah, well..." You were grasping at straws. "Why was it under our bed?" With one of his hands preoccupied on his face, you squirm, attempting to get free.
He readjusts his position so you can't get out. One knee brackets the side of you that you tried to break free on.
The other knee is moved snug in between your legs.
He doesn’t notice the way you tense. He doesn’t notice that you're not listening to him. "It's there so if someone breaks in, I can get to armor quick enough that we wont be toast!" Your breathing quickened and your pupils blew wide. "I cannot believe you're pitching a fit over me not wanting you to play with a literal bomb." You try and move your hips down on his knee to get some friction. "Of course you-... What are you doing?"
He finally looks into your hooded eyes. You smile.
"You're fucking kidding me. I'm trying to stop you from blowing yourself up and you're trying to fuck yourself on my leg-... Tell you what, I've got an idea. Since you can't seem to get my message through your thick skull, I'm gonna sit you on my cock, tell you the rules about my gear again, and make you repeat it. Then and only then will I maybe fuck you. Do I make myself clear?"
i have never in my life wanted something to be real so bad 🥺.
I think Jason can be very spiteful, especially towards people he knows hurt you; You may have forgiven them, but Jason hasn't. Even if they are your parents, I don't think I would forbid you from seeing them, but I wouldn't really want to spend time with them if I found out you had a bad childhood because of them. A little self-indulgent because I recently argued with my parents, my dad threatens to kill himself if I don't do what he wants, I just wanted to leave and be comforted by Jason 🏃♀️
💀.-
I'm sorry about your dad being an asshole :(
but yeah my parents have been shitty so ive actually been thinking about this a lot.
"I'm just nervous they're gonna try and pull some bullshit," you sighed, tugging on your shoes. You were about to leave to meet up with your family for a birthday. An entire side of your family. It was about to be a very long day.
"Don't worry. You won't be going alone," Jason spoke up from where he was leaning against the wall, watching you.
That caught your attention. "What? What do you mean?"
"I'm going with you." He said it like it was obvious, like it was a fact that he would end up going. He saw the look on your face and continued, "You've been anxious about this for days. Like hell I'm letting you do this alone."
"Is that why you're dressed up?"
He rose an eyebrow. "I'm literally in a leather jacket and a shirt. I am not 'dressed up'."
You smiled. "That's your 'fancy' leather jacket, and we need to leave."
He stepped out and grabbed the keys for his motorcycle from the bedroom.
"Wait. Why are we taking the motorcycle?"
"Because you don’t say anything about a a girl when her 6'2" boyfriend rides in on a motorcycle, is covered in tattoos, and looks like they can benchpress a tree. By the way, I can bench more than that. Anyway, I'll take the attention off you. They'll focus their aggression at me by the end of the night, don’t you worry."
You smile.
Hi! I m glad to see your inbox open again, last week I started having a Jason Todd brainrot (thanks to Pinterest for this) and when I type Jason Todd x reader on Tumblr your blog was one of the first ones I found (and the one whose most fics I spent the weekend reading 😅). Thank you so much for feeding my hiperfixation, you are talented and portrait Jason amazingly on your fics.
So now that your request are open, could you do a Jason x fem!reader with the prompt "Here! Take my jacket/coat". I love leather jackets and I would love to try Jackson's 😍
Btw, I am planning on showing on your inbox every once on a while. Could I ask for an anon emoji too, pretty please 🫶🏼?
Hey anon, good to have you
dealer's choice for emoji? bc then ur getting 🪽bc I think its cool
You swear you're gonna freeze to death. You and Jason ditched the gala not even 45 minutes after getting there. You booked it outside and argued on where you should sit like a married couple. The argument slowly derailed from there.
You tuck your arms closer around yourself. Your dress didn't exactly have a lot of fabric to keep you warm. "I realize now is a bad time to mention this, but I'm cold."
Jason looks at you like a cat that is thinking about how it's smarter than you. "I told you to bring a jacket."
"What jacket would match a gown, Jason? Huh? None! None is the correct answer!" You whisper shout, but your words have no real heat to them.
He crosses his arms. "Well maybe you shouldn't have worn such a skimpy dress!" You can see he's fighting off a smile from his own sarcasm.
"YOU PICKED OUT THE FUCKING DRESS!" You play along, but your voice trails off in a laugh.
He laughs when you laugh. "UGH. Fine. I guess you can have my jacket." He says it with faux annoyance and he's altogether stopped trying to suppress his smile.
After he dramatically shrugs off his jacket, he helps to slip it onto your shoulders, unable to suppress being a gentleman even for your fake fight.
Once it's snug on you, he takes a step back, eyes trailing over your form, looking at the dress he chose for you in his color (you lost a bet, but the dress was actually very nice and looked very good on you) and his jacket slipped over your shoulders.
After staring into your soul for a full minute, he finally opens his mouth. "New plan." You quirk an eyebrow before he continues. "We make a run for the manor and you take all of your clothes off."
You blink for a moment, processing his unexpected words. You nod. "Good plan. Slight issue: I am in heels."
"Princesses get carried. Let's go."
Forever thinking about jealous Jason. Forever thinking about him pulling you into the bathroom at a Gala to remind you that you are his. His to touch. His to taste. His to fuck. No one else's. Only his.
Been a while! Love ya! You're amazing!
-🤡
ik i am going THROUGH it rn 😭 I miss y'all sm
also this isn't exactly what you asked for but we're rolling with it
You had never met the man talking to you before in your life, but from the way he was speaking, everyone would assume you were together.
"You really cleaned up for this event. I mean seriously you look stunning. The things I want to do to you right now."
He has a an overconfident smile on his face as you try to subtly find a way out.
That is until Jason stomps over in his leather jacket (at a gala which had Bruce making a face. It made Jason laugh.)
"Back off right now." Jason's face would make a smart man run.
But a smart man would have backed off the first time you tried to get him to leave you alone. A smart man would have noticed the initial you wear on your neck. A smart man would not have the overconfidence he has in talking to someone clearly disinterested.
You feel Jason's hand snake around your back and wince when the man opens his mouth again.
"Clearly the whore wants me."
You see Jason's eyes flash green and you lightly grab his arm to stop him from doing anything in front of hundreds of watchful eyes.
"Jay." Your voice lilts in what would come off to Jason as a warning tone.
He smiles at you and then at the man, like a predator that just founds its prey. You can tell there's something in Jason's gaze that scares the man.
"What did you just say?"
His eyes look panicked. "Nothing!"
Jason laughs but it doesn’t sound right. "Leave. Now. If you come back you will regret it."
The man doesn’t respond, but skitters off and out the doors. Jason doesn’t stop staring in the direction, as if he could still see the man. You smile.
"Jealousy isn't a good color on you, Jay."
He finally turns his gaze towards you and it softens.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Actually, you're right," you sigh, "You always look good."
He laughs at you and this time it's a real laugh. "I could say the same about you. But I must say, you look gorgeous in my color."
His hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night... except for when they inevitably trail lower.
enjoltaire, but coquette.
i want a smut novel were the love interest is jewish comedian 😍