#Anon I love you

[dxckgrxsonx]

thinking about verbally teasing Dick as much as he does to you.

Maybe while he is fucking you from behind you are whimpering and grabbing the sheets so he goes "You are such a baby, I'm going to stop because you can take it" thinking you are going to whine and fuck yourself on his cock when he stops, instead you look over your shoulder and go "When did you start?". my boy would sNAP.

anyways I love you writing

Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Swearing - Degradation- Rough Sex - Choking - Multiple Orgasms - Hair Pulling - Begging - Mean!Dick - No plot, just porn. Notes - wHO gave you the right to say this to me?? How dare you put this image in my godawful brain. You’re so right, he would absolutely snap and make you regret saying it 😵‍💫 I’m about to explode hHhhh.

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You think you’re going to tear a hole through the bedsheets. Fingers white-knuckled around the fabric and aching. There’s something keening and desperate swirling through your veins–something hot and alive under your skin. All the muscles along your back are tight and flexing as you struggle to form a coherent thought. You think you’re going to snap in half.

The only words echoing around in your skull are, Dick, Dick, Dick.

It’s almost criminal how he manages to switch your head off, turn it to the soft static of a dead TV channel and wring every last drop of pleasure from your body simultaneously.

You think it’s a talent, maybe halfway to a goddamn curse.

Face down ass up on the bed you think you’re ready to touch the edge of time itself, vision blurring black at the edges when Dick smooths his rough hand down your trembling spine–along the pretty arc of your back–to settle at the nape of your neck.

Flexing his hips he forces the last few inches of his cock into your cunt, moaning under his breath when your walls clamp around him like a wet fist. With his free hand he grabs your waist, your hip, the delicious curve of your ass, rocks you back on his length until you’re flush to his hips.

Holding you down with one hand he almost pulls out, leaving just the fat, leaking head of his cock in your slick hole. You whine, long and low, hips pushing back to try and get him inside you again. Dick chuckles, if you close your eyes you can see the pretty line of his mouth, see the self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips—it’s infuriating, you want to swing it back around on him, take the control he has over you and wield it like a weapon.

“Please.” You gasp, writhing under his firm grip. “Dick, please.” You’re leaking around his cock, wetness dripping slowly onto the sheets below. Your face is burning, he’s never done this before, made you wait. Your shoulders flex as you twist your fingers in the sheets, a frustrated moan tumbling from your mouth. “Stop being so mean.”

Curling his fingers around his cock, Dick strokes himself from base to almost tip, “You know, I’d take you more seriously if you weren’t this fucking wet. I mean, baby, you’re literally dripping. Maybe I should jerk off just like this and come in your leaky pussy without giving you anything else, huh?” He muses and you shake your head, thighs trembling.

“No please–oh god–just…Dick please s’not fair.” Shushing you gently–mockingly–he hooks his thumbs under the swell of your ass and spreads your cunt apart, watches your swollen clit twitch as your own slick dribbles over it.

Grabbing you by the waist he thrusts forwards, hard and fast and utterly perfect. The thick girth of him stretches you open, walks the fine line between pleasure and pain and you’re ready to cry from it.

Gasping wetly you choke out broken moans, each harsh thrust forcing a needy wail from between your lips. Dick keeps you spread apart so he can watch the way his cock sinks into you, can watch how each time he pulls out he’s wetter than before, length shiny and slick. The sight is almost enough to make him empty his balls then and there, makes him want to bury himself in your sweet cunt and come until it’s leaking out of you.

Trembling underneath his firm body your knees shake, every muscle tense and threatening to collapse underneath you. Dick notices of course, he’s always tuned in, even when he’s balls deep inside you. You don’t mind that he notices, hell, it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s so tuned into your body that he recognises each little tell it gives away. You do, however, hate that he uses it against you.

“You’re such a fucking baby.” He mutters, pulling all the way out and leaving your cunt clenching on nothing. “I’m going to have to stop fucking you because you just can’t take it.”

Your reaction is reflective, you wonder if he’s managed to switch off your verbal filter. Or more likely, you want to tease him as much as he does you, even though your pussy is weeping for his cock.

“When did you start?”

The Earth holds its breath and you feel the air around you crackle violently, in the back of your head, you wonder if he’s holding his escrima sticks. The crackle feels a lot like electricity, almost like being struck by lightning.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Dick wrenches you upwards until your back is flush to his sweaty chest. Your hands fly to your head with a startled cry, shaking fingers trying to dislodge his grip but he’s too strong, too unyielding.

“Excuse me?” He hisses, low and dark and threatening in your ear. His other hand snakes up your chest, fingers resting over your throat, not squeezing, just resting there, waiting. “You wanna say that again?”

Your mouth quirks up at the edges, thrilled at the reaction. Opening your mouth to speak, Dick suddenly tightens his hand around your throat, cutting your words off into a garbled moan. All the blood in your body rushes to your head, you feel drunk, giddy, nervous and so turned on you feel like you could come just like this, with nothing more than his hand around your neck.

“You’re such an ungrateful slut. Here I am, fucking you nice and hard, making you so wet you’re drenching my sheets and you go and say something like that.” His voice makes you quake, there's something dangerous lingering between his words. He’s too calm, too controlled. Relaxing his fist you suck in a breath and the rush of oxygen has you shaking. “M’gonna make you regret saying that, baby.”

His tone is dark and suddenly, you want to apologise.

Pushing you face down on the bed Dick shoves the full length of his throbbing cock into your pussy, the slick slide of him giving you something to clamp down on. A gasp heaves up your throat when he pulls back only to push forwards again, setting a punishing pace that has you mewling and clawing at the sheets around you in desperation.

The fat head of his cock brushes over that soft, sensitive spot inside you and you can’t help it, you come.

“I can’t believe you.” Dick snarls, not once faltering as you clamp down around him and start sobbing. “Cumming on my cock like a greedy slut after what you said. You don’t even deserve to come, baby. Don’t even deserve to be fucked.”

“M’sorry,” You cry, “Please, I’m sorry.”

Grabbing you by the hair he drags you up, presses you against his chest and keeps going. The new angle has your eyes fluttering shut, slick running down the inside of your thighs. Reaching behind your head with one hand you try to touch Dick, try to tangle your fingers in his hair and pull.

But he doesn’t let you.

Keeping one hand in your hair he uses the other to wrench your wrist behind your back. Holding it firm, Dick pushes it up the middle of your back until the discomfort makes you whine, tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Huffing out a laugh he presses his mouth to the shell of your ear, “Don’t bother apologising now, baby, it’s not going to make a difference.” Untangling his hand from your hair he reaches around your hip and finds your clit. Circling it with his fingers he shoves your wrist higher up your back when you squirm and thrash against him, trying to flinch away. “Am I fucking you now? Or is this still not enough for you?”

“Dick…oh–fuck! M’sorry, please, it’s enough–I swear, it’s enough.”

“I don’t know, baby. M’not convinced.” Ripping a second orgasm from your trembling body he groans as you clamp and throb around him, clit twitching against the pads of his fingers.

“S’too much, I can’t.” You heave, breath coming out in fractured pants.

“Be quiet.” Dick grunts, continuing to play with your swollen, oversensitive clit. “You’ll take what I give you and be fucking thankful for it.”

You’ve decided it’s a curse. Definitely a curse.

**

[neinofthem]

Given that the beacons are two round, melon-sized objects, and given Essek’s propensity for drapey fabric, maybe his smuggling them out was sort of a Gandalf big naturals situation

[imrllytootiredforthis]

same anon from before

😵‍💫😵‍💫 but yeah he so fucking huge (compared to me at least) and oh god i need him to grip my hair while i'm sucking him off and he is about to cum <33

the way i'm sure he would groan and everything but occasionally whimper, but trying to hold it back because he doesn't want to embarrass himself

i saw somewhere that he's 6 feet and fucking 9 inches (hehe), and i'm like 5'3 and a half but jesus christ

he would throw an arm over his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, whining and whimpering into his skin, trying not to let you hear him...i feel like he'd definitely go as far as to digging his teeth into his arm to muffle them and that just makes me😵‍💫😵‍💫

he'd be a slut for praise though and you can't tell me otherwise. he'd absolutely melt if you called his dick pretty, or called him pretty, or his tits pretty (don't even get me started on his tits)

"mi amor!" he'd gasp, fingers tangling into your hair. eventually he'd forget entirely about being embarrassed and start gasping and begging, rambling out anything and everything in a mix of spanish and english, begging please and more

[themistymountainscold]

So we all know the “crew makes a bet to see who can seduce Izzy” plotline. But. Imagine the comedy if this happens while Ouizzy is in a secret relationship

OH MY GOD

YOU ARE AMAZING FOR THIS!

lucius starts it by making a joke about how stuck up and tight izzy is, then they all start planning on "trying to seduce izzy" meanwhile frenchie and izzy are going to town

then frenchie finds out about it, and instead of getting upset or jealous he goes all in and is very confident he'll win.

LMAO IMAGINE HE TELLS IZZY. so then they are both in on it, and izzy starts flirting with frenchie back, in front of the others

fuck i just have to write this

[aphblr-headcanons]

I think Travis would've had a veryyyy skewed perception of humanity that wasn't explored enough in canon

He was a half-demon, trained by his human mother to protect the islanders from his own father. Not only did the villagers cast him out anyway, Travis was made to feel that was a reasonable judgement to make about him.

I think he would be far too trusting of humans, as he wouldn't be able to correctly judge their intentions. On the flip side of that, he'd be overly skeptical of non-humans because that's who he was taught to be wary of (and him not being fully human plays a part in that as well).

And then he gets to Ru'aun, a place with all sortttsss of people, and boom identity crisis. Thank you 🙌

Anon this is a blog dedicated to headcanons. Not a blog dedicated to the most genius, tear dropping, gut wrenching takes ever.

[acrosstobear]

MICK SCHUMACHER takes a dip in the hot tub before heading back out into the waves at URBNSURF (via @.stephsingleoleary on IG)

[lunarw0rks]

nsfw 141!taking ur v card hcs 🤭 ignore if weird, sorry!

gaz! would do it as a friend. whatever reasoning you have, as long as you come to him friend to friend, he’ll do it. only thing is, is he’s not going to argue feelings can’t arise. he knows how important this is, and fucking delivers. becomes significantly more protective of you after this moment, will practically die on the spot if you could say the same.

soap! would make you laugh during the whole thing, but knows where the line is drawn. he’ll be slow, hands caressing your skin and eyes locked onto you to stay updated on how you feel, all while he whispers encouraging words. he wants you to cum with your eyes staying on him, his head following yours and his hands gently encouraging your head to do the same. you will be falling in love with this one, sorry.

price! would think about it long and hard, putting aside his own feelings for you to truly rationalize every aspect of this. it is planned to a t, but you’d never catch on with how smooth he is. his forehead drips with sweat with how much he’s holding back, but his calming voice never changes. he nearly completely forgets to cum, too enthralled with watching you to consider it, but with prior discussion he’s finishing where you had agreed. he’d take you to a date before, dressed in a suit and doing all of the expected things of a gentlemen. that never drops, even when he’s desperate to move faster, but not until you say. only time captain bows to another, so take advantageeeee!

ghost! is the most hesitant out of any of them, his own anxieties with sex overriding every thought he has. he’ll agree and you won’t even notice the anxiety. he’d tease you the most of any of them, to get you both into that headspace. you’d end up making out at your doorstep like a movie couple, ghost having to remind you to take it slow. this one would be the most sensual once you start to breathe normally, and you’d both end up laying next to each other afterwards, playing with one another’s fingers. the glances you share after that moment will forever gain everyone’s attention, the tension in the air changing drastically when you’re both in the same room.

hehe definitely not projecting or anything 🤭 (i need them all)

genuinely the realest ask i've ever gotten. anon, i will trim your hedges and buy you starbucks for this <3 and i'm totally not projecting either.... totally not begging for this experience with them if they were real omg

gaz being the "best friend" that you've fucked, and probably will fuck again is so real. and how he's extra protective of you after, but not in a possessive way :((

soap, still maintaining that humorous side of him - but knowing when to be serious. the eye contact thing is so real. and he would always be touching you, asking you which places are the most sensitive so he can make sure you're enjoying yourself :((

price being a gentleman is so real. he'll literally do anything you say in the moment, and he's shamelessly okay with that. imagining him holding back... and forcing himself to be gentle :(( i'm deceased.

simon having to tell you to slow your roll and instruct you on where to touch him (if you insist), how to position yourself to make what he's doing extra pleasurable :(( and the aftercare/pillow talk being so soft and without regret...

[kyouka-supremacy]

Sskk is the perfect ship because not only are they two halves of a whole, yin and yang, but they also achieve perfect Thermodynamic Equilibrium at bedtime (one always cold, one always hot, perfect for cuddling in every season)

Alright we can ditch canon alltogether Anon is the only person allowed to talk now

[verlaines-corner-archive]

NO cause I don’t think you understand. I’m a boyfriend hoodie kinda person and I like wearing clothes that are too big for me, you can’t just say “Muerte would fuck you while you wear his poncho” and expect me to be CALM about it are you insane?? You brought this upon yourself Kal /j

Anyways, getting right down to business, I feel like most of the time when you’re wearing it it’s not with the intention to rile him up, at least not at first. Muerte’s a wolf, they’re territorial creatures, and like you said in your SFW alphabet, he isn’t naturally a jealous lover. Seeing you in his clothes (but ESPECIALLY his poncho) doesn’t make him think “this marks them as mine” it’s more of a knee jerk reaction of affection (or cuteness aggression LMAO), not possession.

He wouldn’t have a huge reaction to seeing you wear it for the first time, just a playful “oh so you’re taking my clothes now?” before curling up with you in bed or on the couch. All innocent until he starts thinking and taking you in at least. The poncho isn’t dirty or anything but he can still very clearly smell himself on it but what really gets him is your smell mingling with his so closely. The only time it’s that closely woven together is when you two are having sex and he basically has a Pavlovian response to it. He doesn’t immediately jump into fucking you but he’s definitely grinding on you as inconspicuously as he can.

It’s a little cute. Pressing his whole face into your shoulder and trying not to be too obvious with what he’s doing but at the same time he’s got a grip on you that’s hard not to notice. Tease him or don’t- you’ll get the same outcome. In this situation, where it’s not on purpose, it’s more of a cuddle-fuck, Muerte wants to be close to you, he’s definitely a lot gentler than usual, kissing you, holding your legs apart, basically not letting you do any of the work, just be good and let him use you, alright?

Afterwards he’s just a wee bit embarrassed about having that kind of response to you just wearing his clothes and DO NOT let him live it down, the motherfucker (lovingly) kinkshames you all the time, he will not be spared. (“Are you going to do laundry or are you just going to steal my clothes all week.” “Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?” “listen-”)

On the other hand, if you’re wearing Muerte’s poncho with the full knowledge of what you’re doing? You’re in for it.

It’s a little funny, if you wear the poncho with nothing on underneath and “hide” further back in the house he already has a clue what’s going on. Muerte can smell you pretty clearly (whether it be because he’s intimately familiar with your scent or you’re just that bad at hiding how aroused you are) and he kinda assumes that he knows what he’s in for, but when he actually finds you he pauses.

You don’t actually sense him until he’s right behind you, grabbing your jaw and tilting your head back so he can get a good look at you. He doesn’t know why but the way you’re trying to pretend like you’re not standing here fully naked save for his poncho, which is swallowing you up in the best and worst ways. He likes that you’re wearing it but he wants it off for pretty obvious reasons.

He’s a bit stuck on what to do for a moment, Muerte’s lost in his thoughts and he’s not in any way shy or embarrassed about the way he’s feeling you up through the poncho. (PLEASEE the way he’d have your back against his chest/stomach while he gropes your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers, how he’d be lowkey choking you while he rubs on your clit… god) Squirm and whine all you want, he’s not letting go, nor is he giving in to any attempt to get him to cave in and fuck you against the wall. Nope, he’s gonna pick you apart slowly and that’s that.

He’s def manhandling you, but who’s complaining about that? You certainly aren’t. There’s just a small (very small, minuscule even, he swears) part of him that wants to make you cry and plead for him, and ‘unfortunately’ he’s gonna act on it. One minute you’re on your back, one leg up over Muerte’s shoulder, making you take all of him because despite how you’re crying “too much- s’ too much I can’t-!”he can feel you clench around him. He’s happy to tell you that if it’s ‘too much’ then he’ll just pull out, just to see you practically sob and claw at his shoulders, trying to pull him back to you.

Muerte isn’t above being cruel- he doesn’t do it often to you, he prefers praising you- but it’s so easy to croon over you in mock sympathy as you hiccup and sob when he’s done fucking you on your back. Don’t think he’s done with you though, he’ll give you a quick break (you’re only human after all) but the second you think maybe, just maybe he’s done, he’s pulling you up, putting you on all fours and starting back up again.

This time he’s got one hand (paw?) on your hip with the other on the back of your neck, forcing you to turn your head and look back at him. He’s kind enough to move the hand on your hip up to your chest when your arms give out, bending you at the waist and leaning over you so he can get right in your ear. (“Are you crying because it hurts or are you just ashamed that you like being fucked like this? You can be honest sweet thing, after all it doesn’t matter- I’ll fuck you like this either way.”)

Muerte gets a little lost in the moment, my guy is WHIPPED even if he has an extreme way of showing it. He already says some filthy shit but he is FOUL when he’s got you like this- please don’t feed into it in any way if you can still speak at this point, cause you won’t be leaving anytime soon if you do.

Yes the poncho is on during all of this. That shit stays ON during sex.

The aftercare every time is immaculate. The duality of Muerte is one minute he’s fucking you like he absolutely loathes you then sweet talking and pampering you like you dropped from heaven the next. He’ll carry you wherever you need to go to clean up then lay with you for as long as he can before he has to go. He feels bad for having to go but let’s be real you’re fast asleep the second he’s done cleaning you up.

Head in my hands I’m going to go live in the woods. Hell has a very special place for my horny ass 🕳👩🏽‍🦯

Muerte fucking you in his poncho [thoughts]

 ->Anon I don't even know where to start with this, I am very glad I brought this upon myself hehe. Under the cut due to length.

You’re right first of all, when you do it unintentionally the sex is very soft. It is definitely your smell and his own that get Muerte going and I do think it is a little obvious. From his grip on you, the way his claws dig in slightly, to the way he’s sniffing you, and finally the way his tail starts thumping on the bed/couch slightly [not to mention the fact that Muerte is probably packing so you can feel him against you anyway LMAO].

Muerte will definitely turn you around to face him during this, one paw slipping under his poncho and onto your back while the other hooks your leg around his waist. Manages to kind of curl around you during it too, face having barely left your shoulder/neck, licking and biting gently as he breathes in the scent of you both. The way he fucks you is admittedly a little desperate, going from slow and gentle to fast and rough as he gets closer to cumming, but all things considered it remains soft.

And yeah, there’s definitely embarrassment afterwards. I think the main cause of that is that Muerte prides himself on being in control of his own desires. He is calm and collected almost always, and even though he’s certainly gotten lost in the pleasure of fucking you before he has always thought himself composed enough to not get turned on by something as simple as your scent with his. Do tease him about it, he almost gets flustered when you do and it’s adorable.

Now intentionally? Yeah like you said, you’re absolutely fucking in for it. Wearing his poncho with nothing underneath is a sure fire way to make sure your legs just don’t work for the next few days because Muerte does not hold back. At all. 

Which is a little surprising because once again: pride in remaining composed.

Which I think Muerte actually manages at first. Sure, the moment he finds you you’re pressed between his chest and the wall, but his breathing -- while shallow - is calm, and the way he touches you is strategic almost, going for places he knows will have you squirming and whining in his grasp. He keeps the illusion of being fully in control of himself perfectly at first, though it might be more correct to say that he gets you so focused on what’s going to happen that you don’t actually notice his composure start to break.

The main thing keeping Muerte’s composure from fully snapping is that he wants to see you break first. Have you begging and pleading for him, reduce you to an incoherent tear filled mess. Especially in regards to you actually taking his cock. You cries of “too much” are just so cute to him, though I don’t think he’d threaten to pull out. He praises you, telling you that you’re such a good little mate for him and that he knows you can take him, and then just proceed to shove himself in you all at once. Don’t worry, he’ll give you a minute or two to adjust, placing affection licks and kisses to you face to help you relax before just fucking you silly. 

And yeah, he is definitely a bit mean during it. Sickeningly sweet would be a good way to describe it; praising you but it’s so condescending and almost cold. Though it never really feels like he doesn’t care for you, despite what he’s saying there’s a soft undertone to his voice, even if it’s almost drowned out by mock care.

Now before Muerte puts you in doggy I think he’d make you ride him. You’re exhausted even after one round, legs shaking and head uselessly tilting to the side as you try to gather your thoughts in an even remotely coherent manner, which is exactly why he likes this position. Muerte loves watching your legs threaten to give out as you try to bounce yourself on his lap, and the way he way you cling to his shoulders for support it so cutely pathetic to him, it’s intoxicating. And when you finally collapse on his chest because you can’t possibly keep riding him he calls you his useless little thing before pulling you off him and putting you on your hands and knees.

That ends with him having to hold you to his chest as he fucks you from behind, because your arms and legs are practically jelly at that point, and that’s also when Muerte’s composure fully breaks. He’s growling and snarling above you, drooling as he fucks into you like a wild beast. You can’t even make out what he’s saying anymore, save for faint mutters of “mine”.

And yes!!! The aftercare is fucking amazing. Muerte smothers you in praise and affection before going to clean you up, running you a nice warm bath and washing you because there’s no way you can do it yourself. Makes sure to dry you with the fluffiest towels before carrying you to bed and cuddling up to you. Muerte is admittedly a little worn out himself, so there’s a far chance he’ll be falling asleep with you, and even if he has to leave I could see him shirking his duties just to stay with you. Hehe tail wagging hehe

[jeanmoreaue]

I agree!! *an incoherent rant incoming* Jean imo def moved on from Kevin (in a romantic way; i think he’s not moved on from the whole ‘Kevin left me’ thing ofc but I think he obviously knows and accepts that he and Kevin won’t ever happen lol). And that scene with Renee was obviously a closure/farewell and they’ve moved on to being friends now (also imo while i like their dynamic i feel like they’d never work bc of the whole victim saviour complex, that’d be really uncomfortable and hard to overcome). Jeremy seems like he’s able to handle Jean’s crazy baggage without placating him too much or pushing him too hard. He definitely needs to work on his own shit first (i feel like the way he went all in on helping Jean is kind of giving ‘I am avoiding my problems by getting too involved in others’ problems’) but I think Jean will be the perfect person to help him with that! As you said he’s super perceptive and honestly very empathetic even if he doesn’t show it in the most obvious way. Jeremy would probably really appreciate Jean’s brutally honest approach lol. They’re lowkey perfect for each other ☹️ TSC2 can’t come soon enough

hardcore agree on every single point you made!! i feel exactly the same about Jean and Renee, as much as their dynamic is sweet, i think it would be really difficult to overcome Jean feeling indebted to her (whereas Jean and Jeremy are both growing together) + ya i think Jean has very complicated feelings toward Kevin but i don’t think he’s actively yearning over Kevin anymore

and exactlyy i definitely imagine Jean quietly picking up on whatever Jeremy’s going through and expressing concern only for Jeremy to try and pull a “my problems aren’t that bad and therefore don’t matter” which i don’t see Jean accepting. especially since Jean has an ‘older brother who cares more about other people’s well-being more than his own well-being’ vibe (underneath his slightly prickly attitude lol) i think Jeremy and Jean are really good for each other, Kevin subconsciously knew what he was doing by having Jean transfer to USC 🤨

[ragnarokhound]

Okay okay listen Tim would never understand Jason’s need to provide but he recognizes the devotion of it all and when he finally gets it… he’s never letting go. A different kind of devotion. That’s something they can both understand

yessss. YES. they initially have completely different views on it! Tim hates the part of himself that Jason craves to feed - he sees it as parasitic, a reason for shame, and the possibility that he could go too far one day and kill what he loves. For Tim, it's something to hate; for Jason, it's something to love.

But Tim understands devotion. He understands wanting to be claimed, wanting to belong wholly and utterly to someone, and he starts to see Jason's obsession with it as akin to that feeling. He wants it too, he feels it too OwO

Because what makes me insane about it is just...their problems are the same. Jason hates the wolf; Tim loves the wolf, because the wolf is Jason. Tim hates his thirst; Jason loves his thirst, because the thirst is Tim. It's so... if we have to hurt to live, then let me bear it with you. i'm not normal about it

[subhoonie]

sub!jay who wants u to sit on his face but he doesn’t know how to ask u and he’s shyyyyyy

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Sub!Jay would be confident outside, but inside he's just a shy baby.

When he first hears about face-sitting he'd be baffled, but the more he thinks about it, the needier he gets. Just thinking about you sitting on his face, thighs enveloping his head, making you shake with pleasure as you rock your hips against his face; it makes his incredibly needy and squirmy.

However since our baby boy is so shy when it comes to you, he wouldn't know how to ask you to do it. He'd try to but chicken out the last minute.

But our baby boy is smart! He happens to see a video of it, and decides to send it to you!

Just imagine your shock when you open the link Jay sent to you only to find someone eating out their partner like a man starved. You'd immediately call him, only to have him whine about how much he wants to do that with you.

You'd make your way home, take a quick shower and rush to your bedroom to find Jay already waiting there eagerly. He'd offer you a shy smile before lying down on the mattress, silently inviting you forward.

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Please y/n I want this so bad~ I'll make you feel good I promise. Please come here fast!!"

Of course, who are you to deny your adorable baby boy? You'd gladly climb up to him after shedding all your clothes, hovering your hips over his face in silent question.

He'd just whine before pulling yoi down, enveloping you with the warmth of his mouth, pulling your thighs incredibly close to the point a part of you wonders if he can still breathe. The bigger part of you, though, is focusing on how amazing it feels.

"That's it baby, you're doing so well for me..."

You'd make sure to reward him for being such a good boy later. After he's done eating you out like you're the only meal he'll ever have, that is.

[vastappenen]

idk if u still answer anons but i have smth to say so i’m gonna try! anyway.

hm . imagining backwards cap max and charles in a miniskirt in the club … who says no 🤨

this got lost in my asks n now i’m devastated but i hope u know the thought of backwards cap max pining charles to a club wall with a hand up his skirt changed the trajectory of my day

[vixenicks]

ALSO. ppl talk abt murderdock meeting his 616 variant and having to reckon w the fact that if his life had gone a just a lil differently he wouldve been a hero instead of a fucked up little freak and while that is compelling i more often think of gwen meeting his 616 variant like imagine having to reckon w the fact that the guy who ruined ur life could have been a genuine ally and friend and not an evil freak if the trajectory of his life had gone just a little different. having to reckon w the fact that hes human. that despite his humanity this is how things have ended up for them and she cant change it. its too late for them. they make me sick to my stomach but anyway imagine gwen when shes prison roomies w murdock and her father comes to visit him for a conjugal visit would that be fucked up or what

anon im gonna give u a restraining order btw (silly)

UUGGHHH MY FRIEND BROUGHT UP THE FIRST THING IT MAKES ME FUCKING INSANE but oh my god gwen meeting 616 matt. that paired with the fact that every other universe's gwen stacy is destined for tragedy, she's called ghost-spider to commemorate every other version of herself that had to die for another person's storyline, she's the one variant of gwen stacy that wasn't turned into someone else's sacrificial lamb and yet her being the survivor in that cycle resulted in peter having to die, her universe's frank castle is a distraught weapon of war, shield and silk are im shambles, harry osborne is a monster driven by grief, there's no way she doesn't already feel a level of guilt over her being the only one destined with being good, how do you think she'll react to finding out her version of matt murdock is the one that turned out rotted and irredeemable with a past that could've been prevented and construed into something better than what it turned out to be? how do you think she'll feel knowing that she was born into the one universe where her version of matt murdock begs for her to kill him? maybe they both have their reasons not to seek out different variants of each other, in gwen stacy's eyes she's the most helpful when she's an island and funnily enough murdock is the same way so hand in unlovable hand or something

[imminent-danger-came]

I like to think that Wukong disappearing after DBK's sealing was him going "Welp. I've ruined the very last relationship holding me to the outside world." and went back to what he still had. I mean, the pilgrims were dead, he's not exactly welcome in the Celestial Realm, the brotherhood was sealed away and Macaque was who the eff knows where. We don't know what the relationship between the DBK family and Wukong was like at the point before the sealing but that battle pretty much effectively ruined it. Wukong reached the point where he didn't have anything besides FFM.

YEAH.

It's a lovely little contrast to MK:

MK: "*sigh* You think Monkey King ever felt like this? Maybe that's why he stayed up on this mountain, just having a good time with you guys. You know cause- cause he knew he'd be out of the way where he couldn't hurt anyone he cared about." (4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids)

MK went to Flower Fruit Mountain to avoid hurting the people in his life, but Wukong did pretty much the exact opposite of that. He went to hide away on Flower Fruit Mountain after everyone had already been hurt and there was no one left to save.

And like, his choice to seal DBK to begin with, rather than just killing him outright, feels like it was motivated by what Tripitaka would have done had he still been alive.

However, unlike Tripitaka Monkey King didn't give DBK a chance to learn like Tang Sanzang did for LBD. There was no "once you learn that you shouldn't take over the world, you can leave this mountain" for DBK. Like Wukong being trapped under a mountain for 500 years, DBK had to wait for someone else to free him, which I find super interesting.

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Cluster B culture is having a delicious bowl of oatmeal

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