#* headcanon

[mischievous-magpies]

so like. i am not immune to cat rumi propoganda—however, i would like to propose a new thing besides the usual purring and growling and hissing.

you know how cats like to hunt and leave mice and other small animals for their humans as gifts? picture me this:

rumi has hunting and gifting impulses just like that. however, because she is still partially human, she chooses to satisfy those urges in a different way: leaving stuffed animals outside mira and zoey's doors like theyre prized animals that she hunted for them. she refuses to actually kill any small animals so she starts impulse buying plushes of anything small and killable to give to the girls so she can satisfy the urges to provide for them.

zoey and mira absolutely love the plushes. rumi is beyond embarrassed by the impulse and refuses to acknowledge it.

[meetblair]

Wow, I did not know that. Very cool

[diamondsinterlude]

Everytime I think about how Annie and Smoke should’ve been grandparents it makes me sad.

Like Smoke definitely would’ve been that grouchy  grandpa that loves his wife.

Nobody can sit in his chair. (except Annie)

Definitely loves to tell stories for when him and Annie were teenagers!

Doesn’t tell them about the things him and Stack did until the kids are teenagers.

Brings up the first time Annie pulled a knife on him.

“Stop telling my grandbabies I pulled a knife on you ya fool.”

“I’m only telling them what’s true woman.”

He is a old fashioned grandpa so he definitely pops his grandkids(not in a abusive way like his father did. More of a small love tap) and kids if the talk out they neck to him or Annie especially (if she ain’t do it first💀)

He don’t care how old you are don’t be disrespectful especially not towards his wife

Annie would’ve been that grandma that makes you take shots of things because it helps your immune system. (It really does work)

She definitely would be teaching her daughter and granddaughter about hoodoo since it’s a generational practice.

Annie doesn’t give plastic on the sofa grandma but she definitely has antique knickknacks that nobody allowed to touch.

She loves to read or do some embroidering(my great grandma does)

She’s a sweet grandma but don’t play with her

She will pull out that old ass blade her daddy gave her when she was a kid.

She still sharpens that knife

They definitely still danced together at family get togethers.

They have a record collection in the living room with some of Sammie’s records. Have the type of records that would be collectors items by the 2010s

Don’t wear no damn shoes in they house

Definitely the grandparents that cuss

They sit on the porch together in their matching rocking chairs.

Smoke smoking a pipe while reading and Annie doing her embroidery( she loves to do flower designs)

Annie goes first but Smoke goes a couple weeks later

After those seven years apart he doesn’t like being to far from his wife for long.

[butter-tart-art]

Chū w/ glasses?

Stupid sketch bc I saw someone mention something about Chū being cute in glasses… had to make the fish dying in the background

[monstersflashlight]

Hi, I was the first anon who asked the sex ban. I saw many anon loved the idea. Ofcourse it is because you beautiful written the ask. So here I am asking you another scenario involving the sex ban.

Different Monster boyfriend react to reader putting them in sex ban but reader make it hard like flashing them and walking away like nothing happened or reader lock herself behind the transparent shower door can call the boyfriend and put on a show. Like literally forcing them to you can look but not touch. We know most were not that affected. So for those who acted cool the reader acts in such a way they are gonna go feral.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you ❤ They are referring to this headcanon, plus this and this continuations. Instead of continuations I'm gonna write the monsters as if it's ban + teasing because that sounds delicious!

(tw: dub-con) Werewolf!boyfriend would be whiny. And each time you flash him when you pass by, his rut would get closer and closer. But he would respect you; you are mad at him, and he doesn't want you to be mad, so he'll just wait it out. That's his main error, and your biggest mistake, because with each second of teasing his rut approaches until he's so feral he can't contain himself and jumps over you as soon as you bend down to grab something in front of him, fucking you senseless until you are so knot-drunk you can't be mad anymore.

Dragon!boyfriend would try to cover you with presents. With each present you would tease him further, showing him a bit more of your body, calling him every time you shower. He can look all he wants, but he can't touch you. Not yet. But he's never been good with self-discipline, and if he ends up covering you in jewels and eating you out as you shimmer under the bright lights... then it's a win-win situation, isn't it?

Vampire!boyfriend would get angrier at you. If you want to be mad at him, he can be mad at you right back. How do you have the audacity to show him what he can't touch? Why do you want to be away from him so badly? Does he need to remind you how good does it feel when he's drinking from you? Yeah, he definitely needs to do that before you try to tease him further.

Orc!boyfriend and Minotaur!boyfriend would get increasingly agitated. At first they would try to be nice and comprehensive, letting you process your feelings and trying to ask for forgiveness. But with each teasing, their need for you would grow higher and higher until they have no other option but to pound into you until you are filled so thoroughly that you can't be mad anymore. Nobody can be mad when they are leaking their mate's come, can they?

Let me know if you want to know the reaction to other monsters! Also reminder that you can send requests like this one and I'll do some headcanons <3

[trayzen-the-infinite]

This changes everything for me! Hometown is a Countryside Town in Massachusetts. I always figured Susie was from a city if she moves a lot and I bet she’s from actual Boston

baseball

[batsandbirdbrains]

This is potentially going to become an ongoing post of stupid things I think the Fab Five would’ve gotten up to in the earliest days of the Titans.

I wanna say they’re also all between the ages of like 11-14 here. Give or take. With Dick being the youngest and Roy being the oldest.

***

Dick, giving a very important math lesson:

Dick: okay so we all have our calculators? Good, now pay close attention and input the numbers EXACTLY as I’m showing you

Dick: there once was a lady who had 69 boobs

Dick: she thought she had two-two-two many boobs

Dick: she went to 51st street to see Dr. X

Dick: had 8 operations

Dick: and was left-

Wally: BOOBLESS! HA! Classic

Donna, shaking her head: you’re all so immature

Meanwhile, all the boys: *still giggling*

Garth: wait, I don’t get it

Roy: turn the calculator upside down, dummy!

Garth: OH!

***

Roy, who has gathered everyone into a conference room to show them a very important slideshow.

It’s just one slide.

With a picture of the destruction from their last joint mission.

The title page:

When in doubt, blow shit up!

Wally: I agree

Garth: seconded!

Dick: thirded!

Donna, banging her head against Dick’s shoulder: the League is gonna yell at us again

Roy: actually that leads me to my next presentation!

He clicks out of his PowerPoint to a new one. It has an image of Green Arrow and Batman caricatures on it with little X’s for eyes, their tongues poking out of their mouths, and big red 🚫 around the both of them.

This presentation’s title:

Reasons Our Motto Should Be “Fuck The Justice League!”

Dick throws his hand up in the air, waving it, jostling Donna off of him and knocking her back against the couch.

“I have 27 reasons to add!”

“You haven’t even read mine yet!” Roy whines.

“I helped you make it last night,” Dick whines back. “I have new reasons to add! The first one: Batman grounded me for no good reason! All I did was get Ozzy sent to the hospital wing of Arkham for a couple days, not like he’s never been before.”

They all stare at him, tilting their heads.

“Wait,” Garth asks. “If you’re grounded, how are you here?”

“Don’t question it,” Dick says quickly. “If he hasn’t figured out he should add bars to my window to keep me from escaping, that’s his own problem.”

They all still stare at him. He withers into couch cushions like a wilting flower petal.

“And I made a booby trap that will alert me if Wally needs to run me home before he opens my door to check on me.”

They all let out a collective, “Aahhh” as they nod their heads. That makes more sense.

***

Garth, who quite enjoyed the slideshows Roy presented last week, now proudly showing off his own to his friends who are scattered around the room.

His presentation? Reasons You Should All Learn Atlantean and Why We Need Another Pool (A Saltwater One!)

Dick, immediately: I agree!

Roy: he hasn’t even presented yet!

Wally: yeah, give gill-head a chance to talk!

Dick: but I want to learn Atlantean!

Garth, beaming: well my friend you’re in luck!

He changes the slide, and the next one has a few basic words in both English and their Atlantean translation.

Donna is actually enjoying this presentation. Finally, the boys talking about something other than blowing stuff up and boobs.

Garth: and on the next slide we have my favorite word, titties!

The boys: *cheering*

Donna, banging her head on Dick’s shoulder again: you’re all so stupid

Poor Donna has come to accept that Titans Tower may as well be a frat house. One of these days, she’s going to force them all to sit through a VERY detailed presentation on her favorite boy bands.

[sammywritesweirdness]

Cowboy! Bakugou with a city girl! reader.

The man wears a dusty, black Stetson low over his fiery crimson eyes, a weathered leather duster coat, and gloves with the fingers cut out. His spurs are real gold and loud. Always smells like smoked cedar, gunpowder, and sun-scorched leather. He’s the kind of man who makes silence feel loud. Calloused hands from long days of ranch work and breaking in wild stallions. He’s got a scar running from his cheek right under his eye — rumor is it’s from a war, but he won’t say.

The first time he saw you? You rode into town wearing boots too clean and eyes too curious. A city girl, clearly. Dressed wrong for the heat, asking the bartender where you could find work, and looking just a little too soft for the dust-covered world he knew. Bakugou was at the bar, boots propped up, hat low. He noticed you immediately but didn’t say a word. Just watched. Judged. Maybe even sneered a little. But when some drunk ranch hand tried getting handsy, he was up before anyone else. Bakugou respected women, even if they were from the world he didn’t know.

“She ain’t interested,” he growled, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming him against a post outside. “Get lost.”

You didn’t even get a thank you from him. Just a glare, a nod, and him muttering, “Try not to get yourself killed out here girl.”

That was the first time.

⸻

Bakugou didn’t fall for you quick — not his style. But you stuck around. You found work at the local feed shop, eventually learning how to wrangle sacks of grain like the rest of them. You kinda minded the dirt, but started showing up with grease on your hands and a smudge on your cheek. And Bakugou… he noticed.

He’d start coming by more often — always with some excuse. “Damn horses hoof is split again,” or “You sellin’ that one rope I like?” But he never really bought anything. Just leaned on the counter, arms crossed, eyes never leaving you.

He started liking you when he saw you were learning, persevering, holding reins with shaking hands, trying to learn how to aim a repeater, you were trying. And that’s more than what he’s ever seen another city firl do.

⸻

Once he confesses, it when your in a rough spot.

After being judged and talked about, underestimated and named called by the people in the town.. it stung.

You weren’t built for the country side.

Your hands blistered after your first week working the stables. Your accent stuck out like a sore thumb. You flinched the first time a bull snorted too close, and you swore up and down you’d never get used to the sound of coyotes at night.

Bakugou noticed all of it. Sure he’d tease and prod at you, calling you soft and hopeless, but he never meant it.. And he never once let anyone else say it.

So when you overheard some locals whispering about you at the diner — calling you a tourist, a pretty little thing playing dress-up — you shrugged it off. You were used to being underestimated.

But it still hurt.

Bakugou found you later behind the barn, arms crossed, face hard. You tried to brush it off, but he wasn’t having it. “What the hell are you sulkin’ about?” He asked leaning on the barn wall beside you, the wood creaking slightly.

You told him. Straight up. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t belong out here.”

He stood there, staring at you like you’d just told him the damn sky was green. And then… he snapped.

“I’m gettin’ real tired of you talkin’ like that.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

Bakugou spoke with a little bit of fire in his voice, “Like you don’t matter. Like you ain’t worth a damn just ‘cause you ain’t got dirt in your veins.” You frowned, crossing your arms. “I don’t belong here, Katsuki. I can’t rope a calf or fix a fence or even—”

“You belong right next to me,” he growled, cutting you off stepping close.

And after that you were his. Point blank. He made you feel like you belonged in a world full of the dry red dirt and the coyotes howling at night, a world you didn’t quite understand, but he still made you feel like you belonged there.

⸻

Bakugou is one kind of person who can make people shaken and fearful just by walking with the anger surrounding him. But with you? Not happening one bit.

He doesn’t trust easy, but once he does? You’re his. Loyal like a wolf and dangerous like a revolver half-cocked.

When you start adapting? Learning how to ride, fix things, wear denim like it’s second nature? He gets so proud but doesn’t say it out loud — just watches you from across the field with a smirk and a little, “Hmph. ’Bout time.

He’s not a soft, lovey-dovey boyfriend — but his actions scream mine in every language. Back hugs while you’re cooking. Pulls you onto his lap when you’re cold. Keeps your favorite lip gloss in his truck’s glove box. When he kisses you? It’s rough and hot, usually right after a fight or when he thinks you’re too pretty to ignore.. which is all the time.

[bobbiereynolds]

Being The Mother Hen/Therapist Of The Thunderbolts Would Include:

Requested: Preference for Tunderbolts reacting to you being the unofficial group therapist, like you're the most emotionally stable out of them? Thank you! - anon

Requested: Idk if this would be better suited for a preference or HCs but can i request Y/N being the covert caregiver or “mother hen” of the Thunderbolts? Not in an obvious way like nagging them to improve their habits but more like… wordlessly fixing problems and making their lives a little easier. Like they’re about to leave for a mission and find someone has restocked their utility belt full of first aid supplies. Or Y/N noticed everybody squinting and rubbing their eyes at the bright ass fluorescent lights Val installed and spends their day off replacing them with ones that won’t give everybody migraines. Texting the groupchat like “meeting at 6, everybody to the living room for debrief” and they show up to find a debrief… and lasagna. Like they’re not trying to baby the team or anything just quietly being considerate. Bonus points if any attempt to thank them directly ends up like “don’t mention it. Literally. I will Instantly Die if you mention this again.” - @mywinterivy

A/N: I hope you don't mind! I combined the two requests just because I thought there would be some overlap and didn't want to be repetitive :) I'm so sorry it's taken me so long my loves!!! Hopefully the wait is worth it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 🖤🖤🖤🖤

SHIPS ARE OPEN / THUNDERBOLTS REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

You do it both because you love it, that's how you take care of the people you love, but also because they need it. This team is riddled with issues and trauma and grief. Someone needs to look after all of you and it definitely not going to be Valentina

You don't even really mean to at first. What you do, it just comes naturally, without a second thought. You don't think anything of it

Polishing John's shield when it looks worn and a little lackluster

You sharpen Bucky's knives after you hear him talk about how dull they were getting. You were already doing yours, and you had the time, so why not help him out? It was the least you could do

Not just their weapons, like adding more bullets to Ava's belt and making sure her guns were all loaded, but also things around the tower and helping out psychologically

You made dinner every Sunday where they'd all have to sit around the table and talk to each other and eat a decent meal for once in their lives. If you had a mission or a meeting, a group text would be sent out about rescheduling. They learned eventually there were so few excuses actually taken seriously for missing "family dinner". Someone them even liked it, like Yelena and Alexei, who never missed and even offered to help out around the kitchen

"What are we having tonight?"

"Lasagna."

"Do you have my hot sauce?"

"Of course."

Doing the food shopping for the team and coming with a long list of different dietary restrictions. Yelena had a problem of only having snacks on her list, like candy and popcorn, instead of meals. John needed a specific number of protein drinks and supplements, otherwise his whole routine would go awry. Alexei always had more vodka and booze than anything else and you'd always put a cap on how much he actually got. It didn't matter that he has super serum in him, drinking that much wasn't good for anyone

You always come home with something special like a sweet treat or new coffee for everyone to try. You love how excited they all get trying to find their items as they unpack the bags. In these moments, you definitely feel more like a parent than a teammate

"Where is the rest of my vodka?"

"They ran out. Mhm, yeah, some kind of shortage. . . "

You're always there with a mug of tea and a blanket for when they need someone to talk to. At first it was just Bob who spoke lightly about how he's been feeling. Not just his moods, which are all-encompassing and need immediate attention, but also side effects of his meds and his cravings to go back to the drugs. How much easier it all felt when he could get high and escape the mania/depression. He thanks you a dozen times, but you really don't mind. You like helping him, all of them. You can see the change in him almost immediately, how light he feels afterwards after keeping such impactful secrets to himself

Yelena starts to talk a little about Natasha, sharing stories mostly, until there's one night she finds you and she has this heartbroken look on her face. It's been so long since she's visited her sister and she fears she's moving on, leaving her behind. You assure her she could never forget about Tasha, that it's okay she hasn't visited because she's been busy with the Thunderbolts

Even Bucky comes to you, very occasionally. He doesn't even plan on talking. It's just the two of you in the kitchen and he starts telling you about Sam. How his friendship meant a lot to him and he ruined it. How he'll never find anyone like Steve and yet he can't move on. About Hydra and Wakanda and all the attempts he made to leave this life behind. He doesn't want to be comforted, so you just let him speak, and when he's done he apologizes, but you won't hear it

Ava comes to you about her chronic pain. She's frustrated with herself, her body and her condition. Frustrated that she hasn't gotten used to it yet. Frustrated she feels exhausted most days because of it. Frustrated that there's really not anybody who could fully understand

You know their deepest fears, and greatest shames, and most powerful grief and though you're not under any kind of oath, you'll never tell it to another soul. Valentina tries a few times to pry, to "get to know the team better" but when she realizes it's like squeezing blood from a stone, she gives up and lets you do your thing

John will often come to you for baby advice. You just seem to know these things, it comes to you so easily, and he's trying to be better. Less angry, working on his depression, so that he can be a better, more involved father

Birthdays are a big way you show your love, too. It doesn't have to some big, elaborate party, just a homemade cake and their favorite dinner. Alexei and his red velvet with cream cheese frosting. Yelena's rainbow funfetti. Bucky with his blueberry and Ava with her double chocolate. John's traditional vanilla and Bob with his coffee cake. You perfect the recipe days in advance so that, on their birthday, everything turns out perfect! Many of your teammates never had or celebrated their birthdays, so it's your own attempt to reclaim it as something good rather than something ignored or forgotten

You're constantly doing things around the tower like leaving little notes are reminders:

Bob, remember your suit is in the wash

Ava, I have leftovers for you in the fridge

Bucky, your arm is still in the dishwasher. Don't forget!

They never admit to it, but they greatly appreciate this and everything you do. Sometimes they'll leave you thank you notes or little gifts. Bucky and Ava will get your favorite coffee and a sweet treat from a beloved bakery. Bob will make you cookies from scratch and though they're somehow rock hard and raw, you love them anyways. John will try to be as nonchalant when he thanks you for dinner and offers to wash the dishes

While you appreciate all that they do for you in return, you hate that sort of attention. You never mind doing this for them. It brings you a lot of joy. So being thanked with so much sincerity, it freaks you out. Eventually, in return, your team learns to thank you in a way that doesn't seem like so much, so overwhelming. Now they leave you gifts without a note and the appreciation goes unsaid, but not unnoticed

[burnt-venus]

We have Maomao touching, caressing Jinshi's cheek scar with shining eyes full of love and I think Jinshi should do the same with Maomao's leg scar, but in a hotter way

[super-cold]

I keep thinking about the idea of Bruce being a vampire. Vampires are considered magical creatures, so it stands to reason, he would be able to bite Clark. His fangs would definitely pierce Kryptonian skin due to their vulnerability to magic, right?

And who better to feed from than someone who would recover super quickly from being bitten once the influence of the magic wore off? Bruce could have a steady supply of blood without the consequences of blood loss, and we know that the blue boy scout would be all too willing to volunteer just to make sure his favorite vampire had a full belly.

[eldritchdemigodskywalkers]

#Anakin is Mace’s weird but beloved angsty goth nephew who only he is allowed to criticize #no one else #you can’t change my mind (via @maeve-on-mustafar)

This came to me in a vision

[pigeons4brains]

Telamon x Reader Headcanons !!!

💫🗡️

And some general ones too hehe

Cw// some suggestive ones, mentions and descriptions of masochism (along with mentions of SH and violence) , one about his biology n stuff, but nothing too descriptive or spicy (I might make a separate one for that but no promises). Mentions of Pregnancy and childbirth. I wouldn't say it's mpreg but like..WHAT DO I CALL IT DAWG..😭

let me know if I forgot to tag anything!!! I appreciate it!! :33

reader isn't mentioned much so feel free to insert whomever I ship Telamon with here too, so I will refer to the reader as s/I (significant other) and partner, so erm yeahh

There's also some general Headcanons in here too, because why not kill two birds with two stones? (Haha get it)

Some of these were suggested by my friend, but most are mine, the ones by my friend will be a different color hehe (thanks oomf, I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS...)

Will be working on the Jane Doe x Fem!Reader Headcanons next

N e wayyyss not beta read at all so have fun hehe

• Holds his s/o like they're glass, he gets paranoid about his talons sometimes, but his s/o has told him it's alright.

• Nuzzles his face in his s/o's neck, it's not entirely a scent/claiming thing, he just enjoys touch in general, despite him denying it. He also has a staring problem (more on that later)

• Uses his wings as an extra blanket!!! You know how those fancy male birds are in the wild? Like they display their feathers and stuff? Did that with his s/o. He acts more like a pigeon if anything however, he coos like one (don't tease him about it, he WILL pout about it.)

• As much as I like to imagine how much of a pathetic wet sopping pigeon he is, he can be *very* intimidating, who's shocked? He knows how to use his power to put people in their place, however this doesn't apply to his s/o, he immediately melts. Leaning into his s/o's palms. Leaning his entire weight onto his s/o. The whole nine yards.

• This isn't really an x reader hc but just a general one? Okay? Okay ;3. I like to think he can change his sex / gender based off of whatever he feels like being that day (I usually use he/him on Telamon but I actually like to hc that Telamon can change his gender/appearance). Yes, his appearance CAN change off of this, but he mainly looks the same no matter the gender he decides to take that day.

• Yeah this one's just hear I fw it heavily LMFAOO, he's also like, usually completely smooth down there, he doesn't necessarily need to perform bodily functions, aside from some urges which I will not get into here🥶

• yes you theoretically COULD get him pregnant, would he let his partner do that? Probably, hell even if his partner is fem he'd do it jus so his lovely lovely partner wouldn't have to 'go through the pain of giving birth', in his words. Yeah that went well for him. Unless his partner directly says they WANT to be the one having said kid. If his partner is masc then ignore everything I said about fem I fear he's the one getting pregnant here lmfaooo

• . No I will not say anything else I just know my oomf is gonna ask that...I know what you are. In oomfs words 'it doesn't have to theoretically with me around' & 'im gonna get that bird pregnant'. FREAK.

• Makes a nest for his partner, depending on where his partner is, in the bedroom? Blankets pillows, plushies, ect are used, at HIS place? Sticks, silks and blankets are used. Yes he uses stick. No his partner cannot change his mind about using them.

• here comes a mildly suggestive one, he bites his partner in places where people can DEFINITELY see but gets unbelievably mad when his partner covers them up. FREAK ALERT FREAK ALERT.

• one from oomf wahoooo ; loves the adrenaline he gets during battle, and loved it whenever he got cut and Injured and bled, so often times he'll scratch himself with his talons, use Illumina to cut himself (maybe even impail himself if he wants that extra rush), so his bare body is LITERED with scars. His partner isn't even able to differentiate which are self inflicted lacerations or where actually gained in battle.

• adding onto this, his partner kisses the scars whenever they are bare in bed together, nothing spicy or anything, just some kisses and soft words, since his actions worry his partner, which Telamon thinks his partners worrying is useless, since he's completely fine, but it doesn't soothe his partner at all.

• Telamon has some sort of night vision (sort of like an owl), and has extremely WIDE pupils, tilts his head like one whenever he thinks about something or is intrigued

• his pupils also widen even more when he sees two things; his partner, and swords.

• Preen and take care of his feathers. Do it. He loves it. He sees it as a bonding activity...cuz he's a bird...stinky guy.

• Enjoys eating whatever his partner makes, again he technically doesn't need to eat, but he loves his partners cooking...or whatever concoction they make, whether it's microwaved, a disaster in the kitchen, ect. He isn't picky at all. (Though does prefer meals with meat in it, preferably chicken. Greedy fella)

• has a STUPIDLY good memory, will remember every single detail in a 3 hour conversation no matter how long it's been since then. His hearing is good yes, but his memory is scarily accurate, his senses in general are heightened.

• If his partner has memory issues, he'll gladly help them, he infact, enjoys helping his partner in his own ways (but will often mess with them when doing it. He's not convincing. At all, terrible poker face when it comes to his partner.)

[byeashhh]

enjoy some nsfw of the V creature feature blurb ,, ♡ can't lie,, was blaring Type O Negative while writing,, for the full experience i recommend 'Love You to Death' / 'Christian Woman' / 'Be My Druidess' MDNI BELOW THE CUT. 18+ if you're into knotting,, you can find that ending here ⟶ ♡

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you left the door open. not out of pity — never that. but you knew he'd hover again. you could already hear the shuffle of his feet in the corridor, the way his clawed toes scraped lightly across the floorboards like he was trying not to exist.

he’d never done this. not with someone. not like this.

you lay still, back to the wall, covers turned down beside you. no pressure. no summons. just waiting. patient. safe.

he slips in like smoke. limbs folding too tightly, wings brushing the frame. you don’t turn your head — just listen to the ragged inhale he always makes when he’s nervous. it sounds like teeth clicking in the dark. ���you sure?” he rasps.

“always.”

he hesitates. you don’t push. it takes nearly a minute before the bed shifts under his weight, before the long spindled curl of his arm reaches over and rests, hesitantly, beside yours.

not touching. not yet. but there. “you sleep like this?” he murmurs, his voice hushed like the walls might hear him.

you hum. “like what?”

“...warm.”

you smile, letting your fingers brush against the back of his hand. his skin is cool, thin like batwing leather in some places. in others, it’s soft fur and old scars. he twitches at your touch — but doesn’t pull away. “do you want to try?” you ask.

he doesn’t answer. just shifts closer, carefully, wings folding around you like a cloak. one of them knocks a pillow off the bed.

you don’t laugh. not this time.

eventually, he settles. tucked too tightly against your side. face half-buried in your neck. his breathing comes too fast, like he doesn’t know what to do with comfort. like it’s an itch beneath the skin. but you keep petting his hair. keep whispering whatever nonsense comes to mind. and by the time his breathing slows… he’s already started purring.

soft, gravelly. almost inaudible. but there.

the ministry can have its perfect image. its pageantry. you’ll take this — the creature in your arms. real and raw and wholly yours.

he doesn’t mean to touch you like that. not at first. but the closeness is too much. the warmth, the way your skin smells, the way your fingers comb through his hair. his hips twitch without thinking — a slow, embarrassed shift under the blankets — and he pulls back just a little, like he’s been caught.

“...m’sorry,” he murmurs, voice thick and hoarse. “can’t help it.”

you don’t move away.

instead, you brush your hand across the velvety wing closest to you— and he shudders like you hit a nerve. maybe you did. you tilt his chin up with your other hand. meet those strange, dark eyes of his in the quiet.

“i want you to want me,” you whisper. “you don’t have to hide it.”

he does try to hide it. all the time. the way his claws dig into the bedsheets when he’s too close to your scent. how he wraps his wings around himself when he hears your voice and his blood goes hot. he’s not built for softness — not with these teeth, not with the hunger. not with the need.

but then you shift, legs tangling with his, and he feels the press of your thigh against his cock — already thick and straining against the rough fabric of his robes — and he breaks a little.

“i don’t—” he chokes on it. “don’t know how to do this gentle.”

you trace your thumb over the split in his lip, down to the sharp points of his fangs. “i’m not asking for gentle.” you state simply as you shimmy slightly until you're finally free of the lacey fabric of your panties that had been hidden beneath your nightgown.

a low sound rumbles in his throat. not quite a growl — something deeper. his wings twitch and flare. his claws dig into the mattress on either side of your head as he leans over you, trembling, eyes wide and hungry and scared. scared he’ll lose control. scared you won’t stop him.

“tell me to stop,” he rasps.

“i won’t.”

“tell me to stop,” he snarls, jaw clenching — but his forehead rests against yours, and his whole body trembles like he’s trying not to fall apart.

you reach between you both, guiding him slowly against your heat, and his whole world stutters.

you don’t tell him to stop. you guide him in with a slow, steady hand, and he bucks without meaning to. the stretch is thick and overwhelming — he’s not human, not quite, and you feel it the moment the blunt head of him pushes inside. too hot, too wide. your body tightens, trembling, trying to take him.

his breath catches like a snarl in his throat. his claws flex deep into the mattress, tearing fabric. he’s never been in anyone like this — never let himself be. the heat of you around him is unbearable. sacred. blasphemous.

“you feel—f-fuck, you feel like heaven,” he rasps, hips grinding deeper, dragging a groan from your chest as you arch up to meet him.

he fucks like he’s starving. no rhythm at first, just instinct and trembling need — hips snapping forward with desperate little thrusts as his wings flare wide behind him, casting deep shadows across the room. his chest is low over yours, breath coming in wild little pants, mouth open like he wants to bite and doesn’t dare.

he wants to — gods, he wants to mark you. wants to sink his fangs into your shoulder and stake his claim. you’d let him. he knows you would. he can smell it on you — the slick, the arousal, the invitation.

but he doesn’t. not yet.

instead, he drags his tongue up your neck with reverence, panting against your pulse. “tell me—tell me i’m not hurting you,” he chokes out, voice wrecked, hips still grinding in deep, slow thrusts that stretch your walls to their limit.

“you’re perfect,” you breathe, nails digging into the ridges of his spine where bone meet flesh. “just like this. more.”

and something inside him snaps.

he pulls out nearly to the tip, then slams back in with enough force to make the headboard crash into the wall. the growl that rips from his chest is feral. wordless.

his claws brace against the headboard now. his rhythm is punishing — deep, fast, possessive. every drag of his cock brushes something devastating inside you, and your moans grow louder, more broken, more his.

drool slips from the corner of his mouth as his control slips. your scent, the heat of your cunt milking him with every clench, the needy sounds you make for him and only him — it’s too much.

he licks across your chest, messily, almost lost to it. “mine,” he growls, hoarse and raw. “you’re mine. i’ll ruin anyone who touches you—”

you grab his face. hold it. make him look at you as he fucks you deep enough to shake the bed. “then claim me,” you whisper. “do it.”

he doesn’t ask twice.

his fangs sink into the meat of your shoulder with a snarl as he thrusts in one final time, burying himself to the hilt — and he shatters, wings convulsing, cock throbbing deep inside you as he fills you with hot, primal release.

your moan echoes his, wrecked and reverent, as he stays buried inside you, panting against your skin, mouth still latched over the bite like he can’t bear to let go.

[batsandbirdbrains]

I want you to know that I headcanon that Diana is fonder of Dick than Jason (bc he was like her first son, but its a different kind of love) and it drives him FERAL because HE's the #1 Wonder Woman fanboy; Dick tortures him with this information every chance he gets

Yes yes yes!! A thousand times yes!!

I like to imagine that all of the OG Justice League members prefer Dick over any other Robin, just bc they all practically helped raise him (so they like to think). That was their test kid. Their trial dummy. They’re stupidly fond of him because of it.

And everyone else is So Jealous.

It has its pros and cons, of course. But mine of the major pros is that Dick gets to shove it everyone else’s faces that he’s the favorite.