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Ironically, hard light is bad for recording sexy time.

It will highlight every pore, every vein, every wrinkle on your nutsack.

These outtakes where the flash didn't go off are also AI generated.

I like this spooky dutch angle one.

I was just starting to learn flash and I didn't have all the equipment I needed. Since corgis are quite short, I had to put the lighting on the ground. The off camera flash was on a tipped over lightstand with a shoot-through umbrella to diffuse the light.

But I had no wireless triggers. And the only other way to trigger a flash, is with another flash. So I used the on-camera pop up flash to trigger the main flash.

But I had two issues.

First, I did not want that dinky on camera flash affecting my picture.

Second, triggering a flash with a flash is best done indoors. The flash will bounce all around the room and eventually hit the sensor so the main flash triggers. When you are outdoors, there is no bouncing.

SO... I took a little handheld makeup mirror and angled it toward my main flash. This blocked the dinky pop up flash and sent the beam of light towards the main flash to trigger it.

I was lying on the wet morning grass, holding a camera in one hand, a mirror in the other, trying to aim the mirror exactly toward the main flash, making crazy noises to get Otis's attention, and trying to get the focus point on his face so I didn't get a blurry photo. Also, Otis was much more interested in sniffing things than posing for a photo.

Here is an overhead view that might help explain.

I await all of your comments saying my amazing drawring is clearly AI generated.

Only 30% of the time did the flash actually go off. Aiming the mirror was tricky and I was doing like 8 things at once. I wasn't even sure I got the photo I wanted. But when I came back to the computer there was one that stood out and it is one of my favorites I've ever taken.

It was the best combination of monumental effort, great discomfort, perfect foggy sunrise light, and just pure luck.

Unfortunately, people like me who use advanced sculpting light techniques are getting accused of using AI more and more. Not really sure what to do about it—other than show the 30 awful photos it took to get the good one.

My 80s sunglasses photo and spoon photo get called out the most.

But it's just good old fashioned gradient lighting which has been used in product photography since the days of film.

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

Warnings: praise kink, hand pinning, sex while a literal crime is happening outside, reckless vigilante behavior, inspired by a scene in Narcos, MDNI a/n: I fear Jason would actually do this in one of his more deranged moods. The others are probably more willing to leave you high and dry, finish the job, and come back later. Jason knows Bruce raised enough children to cover his ass.

Jason Todd is probably one of the few vigilantes who would rather finish what he started with you than rush off to help with the burning building caused by a car explosion a few streets away.

Don't start thinking that Jason doesn't care about Gotham. He loves Gotham, actually. Enough that the city has shaved years off his life and been the reason for his demise more than once. But does he care enough to pull out of the sweet, velvety walls of your pussy?

No, actually.

Bruce raised enough Bat-children for that particular reason.

You tried to get up when the first blast rattled the windows, but Jason was far faster. One broad hand caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head while the other dragged your ankle to its rightful place over his shoulder, rough fingers curling around your calf as he settled his weight over you again.

"Jason, you have to go. What even was that?"

"Car bomb," he practically purred, pushing the leaky tip of his cock back into your pussy like the explosion had been nothing more than a minor interruption.

You tried to form a protest. Really, you did. But your protest amounted to little more than slapping one of his biceps when he cooed about how wet you were for him. His hips moved in slow, lazy strokes, making it increasingly difficult to remember the rest of the lecture you had prepared for him.

Another siren screamed somewhere outside, followed by the distant crackle of fire and shouting. Red and blue light flashed through the broken blinds of his safehouse, moving over Jason's naked body in restless streaks. It illuminated the sweat running between his pecs and caught in the pale scars scattered across his chest as he folded you deeper beneath him.

His green eyes never left your face, not even when another siren joined the first, while Gotham continued doing what Gotham did best.

Falling apart.

"Y-you need to go, Jay," you insisted, forcing the words between the moans slipping from your lips as he continued hitting that weak spot

"In a minute," he answered with a wink and a firm squeeze around your wrists.

God, Jason could be mean when he wanted to be. Today just happened to be one of those days.

Apparently, a minute meant whenever he was finished pulling every pretty sound he could from your lips, listening to the wet drag of your pussy around his cock whenever he found the spot that curled your toes.

"Couldn't leave you like this. So needy," he muttered against your throat, planting a constellation of kisses along your skin. The scrape of his stubble followed each one, rough enough to leave you warm before his lips soothed over the same spot. "Look at you. So wet for me."

"Jay," you breathed.

His palm pressed against the bulge his cock made low in your stomach, buried so deep inside you that you could barely breathe. You had a perfectly good argument prepared about how wrong it was for him to still be inside you while people were probably panicking in the streets, but then he pushed your leg farther back and rolled his hips again, and suddenly civic responsibility became a very difficult concept to hold on to.

"Gorgeous," he mused against your throat, kissing the hollow beneath your collarbone.

He finally released your hands, only so you could claw at his broad shoulders while he cupped your breasts. Jason muttered under his breath about how soft you were and how perfectly your breasts fit into his palms while you melted beneath him.

"I know, baby." His thumb and forefinger circled your nipple as it budded beneath his touch with a soft tug. "Gotham's falling apart." His teeth grazed your throat, leaving behind a mark that would darken by morning. "It does that every night."

The radio on the floor beside his helmet and your overnight bag had been going off nonstop by then, voices overlapping through bursts of static.

"Red Hood, respond."

Tim.

"Hood, I didn't come to Gotham to pick up after you. Where the hell are you?"

Dick.

Obviously, Jason was far too occupied to turn off the radio or do anything about the situation outside.

His grip around your breast tightened as his thrusts grew harder, matching the desperate movement of your hips. The mattress shifted beneath you while he watched your face with an unbearably smug, yet adoring look.

"Pretty thing," he groaned, eyes falling shut as his dark brows pinched together. He muttered about how close he was before catching your mouth with his. "What if I just let the city burn for you, hm?"

A burst of gunfire cracked through the radio and echoed from two streets down, sharp enough to make you flinch and tighten around his cock. Jason only paused long enough to listen, still toying with your breast as he cocked his head slightly.

"Modified M4," he confirmed against your pout. Another burst followed, as did his hips. "Cheap suppressor, too."

The radio crackled again with several increasingly annoyed demands to know where he was. Jason groaned for an entirely different reason and pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers left your breast and slipped between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease.

Your back arched before you could stop it.

"There you go," he praised, his mouth brushing across your cheek. "That's it, dove. Let me feel you."

His roughened thumb moved in slow circles, cruel and steady.

"You gonna come on my cock?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. "That what you need?"

The words kept spilling out between kisses, each one rougher and more desperate than the last.

Then Dick mentioned something about tracking Jason's suit and dragging him out himself.

That finally got a reaction.

Not the reaction Dick wanted, obviously.

Jason hooked an arm around your waist and hauled you upright until you were straddling him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands settled at your waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your sides as he guided you down again.

"Then we'd better finish before he gets here."

"Jason, I swear to God - "

"Yeah?" His green eyes glinted beneath lowered lashes. "Tell him how good I make you feel."

You made an offended little noise, but Jason only laughed and caught your lower lip between his teeth before kissing you again.

"That's my baby," he murmured, hands tightening around your waist as his thrusts grew meaner beneath you. Chest pressed against yours. The sound of skin hitting skin and all the lewd noises of your cunt filling the room. "So soft. So perfectly made for me. Don't know how you expect me to leave when you feel this good."

Outside, sirens wailed. The radio kept spitting out his name. Red light slid through the blinds while Gotham tried to tear itself apart a few streets away.

"You are genuinely the worst vigilante in Gotham."

"But I'm your favorite," Jason laughed as he pushed himself impossibly deeper.

You could bite, scratch, curse, and remind him that people were literally depending on him, but he answered every protest with another kiss and harsh thrust.

He was not leaving until both of you came.

And even then, Jason Todd had never been particularly good at stopping after one round.

"What if I just let the city burn for you, hm?"

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you cannot tell me dick grayson doesnt have the craziest morning boner

he would wake up with you lying on your side, back pressed against his chest and sleeping soundly. all unaware from the large poking that was on your ass

poor man didn’t wanna wake you up because one, it was seven in the morning. and two, you were sleeping so peacefully he couldn’t bring himself to ruin your slumber

so instead, dick would just lazily grind his boner on your ass, pressing his lips on your shoulder to hold back any sounds and pant on your skin. and when you would shift and unknowingly press your ass more to his cock, he would shut his eyes and throw his head back to let out a quiet yet deep groan, his voice still laced with sleep

that’s it, his last fucking straw

“babe” dick carefully nudged you, desperation in his voice. but there was no answer from you. he trailed a path of kisses from your shoulders all the way under your jaw, only to hear a small “hm?” leave your sleepy lips “dick, it’s too early” you mumbled, eyes still closed and about to reach for dick’s head and press his face more into your neck. but your eyes slowly fluttered open from something poking and rubbing on your ass “dick? what are you—" “please, baby…” you could hear the slight desperation in his morning voice, his hips not stopping and still slowly rubbing on your ass. “woke up with the craziest boner… fuck, i need you” 

scratch ‘slight’, he was desperate desperate. begging from behind your back at what, seven in the morning?

you let out a breathless sigh from dick already nudging your panties down slowly, giving him a slow nod and already closing your eyes to fall back asleep. “just don’t wake me up, i need to be up soon” and as a confirmation, you spread your legs a bit more and pressed your ass more to his cock

god, that was all he needed to hear “i promise” dick whispered in your ear, thumb rubbing small circles on your cunt and feeling your arousal slowly form. “you were always too good for me, thank you baby” a small whimper left your lips. even when you were asleep— or at least trying to— his touch always pulled out reactions from you

he took his thumb off to pull his boxers down and line his hard tip with your pussy, pre cum slightly glistening from the head. a relieved sigh left dick’s lips when he began to slowly insert his cock in, the familiar warm walls of your cunt greeting him with a welcome he so desperately needed. 

“thaaat’s it” he murmured on your neck, one hand shifting to slide under your shirt and fondle with your boob— which made you let out a small moan— while the other gripped on your hip. “fuck, just what i needed”

your lips slightly parted for a small moan to slip, your closed eyes now rolling to the back of your head as dick moved your bra strap from your shoulder to leave open mouthed kisses while sinking more of his length in you and once his cock was fully buried in you, dick stayed like that just to take your warmth in, groans humming on your skin and brushing his thumb on your nipple. a gasped moan left your lips, the sleep slowly fading from your body and your eyes fluttering open

"dick” you whined, squirming your ass as a sign for him to move. “i need you to move. please” he let out a chuckle from behind and you could practically feel a lopsided grin form on his lips. “thought you wanted to sle— ohhh fuck” dick moaned when he felt you bury his head more into the collar of your neck and your fingers sliding into his hair, his cock twitching in you as a response. you let out a small chuckle but it trailed into a moan when dick slowly rolled his hips to your ass “attagirl” he groaned, sending another lazy yet deep roll of his hips to your pussy and going crazy from how you were sucking him in. “just like that”

the depth of dick’s thrusts was making up for the pace— which was more than enough since he was already huge. and it did nothing but make the sleep fade from both you and him

“dick— oh god” you let out a breathless sigh from his tip nudging deep enough that it was hitting all the right angles, your back arching instinctively and pressing your ass more to his hips for more. 

and to add more with his lazy yet deep thrusts and groping, dick whispered all kinds of things to you in that morning voice you loved while fondling with your boob

“that’s it, gorgeous. take it for me”

“look at her go, fuuuuck. all for me” “cmon pretty girl, give it to me. make a mess”

another deep roll of dick’s thrusts and it made you clench all over his cock for your orgasm to come crashing, broken chants of his name leaving your fully gaped lips and your wide eyes almost seeing stars from how hard you came he let out a groan, the thrusts now sounding wet as he felt his own orgasm slowly approach. dick’s hand from your boobs trailed up to tilt your head up for his lips to meet yours in a slow, intimate kiss that were filled with pants one last roll of his hips made dick moan on your mouth, feeling his warm cum now fill you up as his cock still slowly dragged itself to fuck his cum in you. a pleasured sigh left yours into dick’s mouth as he kept murmuing small “thank you, oh thank you so much” repeatedly in your mouth

his cock finally stilled in your pussy, now soft and feeling the warmth of your pussy and his cum now buried to the brim in you. slowly, both of you pulled away from the kiss with a trail of saliva before it broke immediately

your gaze met with dick’s blue ones as both of you were catching your breaths. his hand shifted to cradle your cheek and his lips panted a smile, tucking a messy hair strand behind your ear

but right where he could kiss you again more softer and tell you what a good job you did, the alarm began to ring on the nightstand

there goes your sleep... and your sheets!

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Summary: Sometimes, when you feel down for no obvious reason at all, your family comes to the rescue.

warnings: talks of mental health, depression, burn out, hurt/comfort, cute clark and babies

thank you to all who sent their well-wishes! i have read all the messages and they made me smile and my heart is full knowing that everyone has been kind and thought of me! please...if you are feeling down, reach out and have a conversation with me. thank you for your patience and love!

Dad Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

more kent family adventures here!

even more kent family adventures here! (pt 2 of the masterlist)

It happened so quietly that you almost didn't notice it yourself. You thought you were simply tired.

Work had been busier than usual. Maybe it had been deadlines, or some peer reviews that had been needlessly cruel, tearing your integrity apart and making you feel stupid. The workload followed you home, and your mind continued solving problems long after you had shut your laptop. Even on weekends, you caught yourself thinking about emails you still had to answer or tasks waiting for Monday morning.

So when you slept in an extra half hour one Saturday, you blamed the long week you had.

Then the half hour became an hour.

Then, one morning, you stared at the ceiling for nearly forty-five minutes before convincing yourself to get out of bed.

The house was already awake below you.

You heard laughter. Pots clinking. Little feet running across hardwood floors.

Normally, that sound would've had you smiling before your feet even touched the floor.

Today...you just felt tired. Heavy.

Could you write something smutty about the reader being such a brat and not listening to Bucky so he says something along the lines of ”Get your tits out, I want to jerk off”

The apartment door slammed shut behind Bucky with enough force to rattle the framed photos on the wall. He’d been gone for three days on a recon mission that turned into a shitshow, and all he wanted was a hot shower and his girl. Instead, he found you sprawled on the couch in one of his old henleys and nothing else, legs kicked up, scrolling your phone like you hadn’t been ignoring his texts all afternoon.

“Missed you too, doll,” he said, voice low and edged with exhaustion.

You glanced up, lips curving into that mischievous smirk he both loved and wanted to wipe off your face. “Took you long enough. I was starting to think you liked playing soldier more than playing with me.”