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[oracle-of-dream]

On the Job

Summary: Soobin’s been getting busier and busier with comeback preparations, tours, and more. Sometimes, you only have to be together while he’s actively working…

Notes: Male reader, Slight Exhibitionism, Idol! Soobin, Blowjob, Cum in Mouth, Deepthroating, 6th Member! Reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

“Soobie~ I’m here!” You cheered as you walked in the door. You knew the others would be out for a while and were more than excited to have the house to yourself.

Soobin ran out of his room to greet you, his large form overtook yours as he pulled you into his embrace. “Hey, babe! How was practice?”

You groaned. “It was so long… But the choreographer is keeping the others busy for a while. Which means…”

Soobin smiled, already knowing what you wanted from him. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Bathroom? I could use a shower.” You tugged on the edge of his shirt, “There’s room for two if someone wants to join me.”

“When have I ever refused to take a shower with you, especially one that sounds so promising?”

You and Soobin weren’t roommates; the members knew you were dating. They tried to respect your privacy as much as possible, but it was hard being in a door with four other guys and trying to have an active sex life. So if there were moments like these, you’d try not to use each other’s rooms unless it was unavoidable. The bathroom was the best place for you two to enjoy each other’s bodies without worrying about others seeing.

Rushing into your room, you tossed aside your bags and snatched up a change of clothes. Soobin was waiting for you in the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, you kissed him. His large hands cupped your ass, squeezing it firmly before lifting you onto the counter. He slotted himself between your hips, holding your waist as he pulled you close. His lips danced across yours. He tasted like mint, the cool freshness stung your eyes. 

“Mint?” You tilted your head.

“Toothpaste.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Ah, of course.”

Just as you were about to slide off the counter and dive into the cost pressed against your thigh, Soobin’s phone went off. He scooped it out of his pocket and read a message.

“Fuck! I forgot the anniversary message for MOAs.”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you serious? Can’t you take yours after the shower?”

Soobin sighed as he pecked your lips. “No. I’ve still got my makeup on. If I wash it off, I’ll have to put more back on. I’ll be quick.”

You palmed his cock, making it jump. “But… what about this?”

“It’ll take a few minutes.”

You deflated into a pout. “Someone could come home by then…”

“Babe–”

“Just… take the photo above your waist. I’m getting it now.” You started pulling Soobin’s pants down, but he stopped you.

“We can’t take the photo in the bathroom!” You grunted in defiance. “Okay! I’ll let you suck it, but let’s just move to the living room. And then… I’ll get to have my way in the shower.”

You knew that Soobin meant to fuck you so hard you’d be louder than the shower but at this point, you weren’t thinking straight. You hadn’t had any action in weeks, and you weren’t going to let it slip away so easily.

“Fine. I get to suck now, and you can break my back later. Whatever!”

Soobin’s eyes softly widened as he realized how much of a sex fiend his boyfriend had become. You pulled off Soobin’s pants and he led you to the living room couch. The taller boy had a habit of taking a billion photos before selecting one to be posted. Maybe you’d get some of his orgasm if you were lucky. As soon as he sat down, you forced his legs apart.

“You’re seriously this thirsty?” He asked as he opened his camera, trying to find his angle. “Getting on your knees in the middle of the living room like it’s normal?” He talked down to you like that, meanwhile, Soobin’s dick was twitching and leaking before you even touched it. You rolled your eyes and started kissing his balls, pressing on them gently. Your hand wrapped around him and pumped so slowly, enough to earn a whine from him.

“Do it right.” He commanded. He moved his hips forward, needing both hands for the photo. 

You smirked as you opened wider to let his tip slide into your mouth. His cock was thick and pretty long too. You knew it would hurt every time you tried to take it, but the pain was more than worth it. You slipped a bit deeper but stayed above half of his cock. With hollowed cheeks, the pressure on his cock was just right.

Soobin was pent up too. His balls were heavy and he softly moaned at every motion as he tried to focus on his picture. Eventually, he stopped trying. A hand landed on your head.

He looked down at you as he set his phone down. “Fuck, I’m sorry…”

Before you could inquire about why, Soobin gripped your hair and pushed his length deep into your throat. You gagged at the suddenness and tried to pull back, but Soobin wouldn’t let you go. You looked up at him with an annoyed face, your eyes wet and irritated.

He chuckled. “I couldn’t help it… You’re so tight.”

You hummed as you bobbed your head, using your hand to try and cover the base that you couldn’t reach. You used your other hand to push the camera back to Soobin, encouraging him to take the photo.

“What a good boy,” He tapped on the screen a few times. You didn’t notice the smile on his face behind his phone, or that it was pointed at you. You pushed yourself deeper because of the encouragement. His tip brushed the back of your throat, making you flinch but you held it in. “Oh~ That’s it… You’re working so hard for me. I’m so proud of you.”

You poked his cock to one side of your mouth, letting your cheek protrude as it flexed to the shape pressing against it. You went back to deepthroating while using another hand to roll his balls between your fingers, making his head roll back. His legs started to tremble. He was getting close already… You relaxed your jaw and let Soobin have control. His hips came up to meet your face as he pushed your head down, fucking your throat. You let your hands stimulate you too. You deserved it for working so hard.

“F-Fuck–Cumming!” Soobin’s cock twitched in your mouth as he pressed you down on him, forcing you to swallow. His hips bucked weakly before he lost the energy to hold you in place anymore. You were so focused on swallowing until you saw a flash above you. You looked up to see Soobin holding his phone, camera pointed right at you.

“Oops… The camera was flipped.”

“Delete that!” You groaned, trying to take it from him.

He raised it higher than you could reach. “Please, let me keep it. Just this once!”

You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t match his height. You’d have to try and delete it when he wasn’t paying attention… 

“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom, hurry and take your photo.” You stormed to the bathroom as Soobin went back to his picture. His cock was hard and dripped with a shiny glaze of your spit coating it.

After a few minutes of scrolling to Tiktok, waiting for Soobin to finish. You heard the front door open. There was silence, and then Soobin started yelling as the door slammed shut. Footsteps approached the door in a rush. Soobin entered the bathroom with cheeks redder than a tomato.

“What the hell happened?”

“Beomgyu came home… And he saw me. Taking the photo.”

You looked down to see his still-hard cock wilting. “Ahh, baby~ There’s no way you could’ve known. It’s okay…”

“He’s going to make fun of me! And tell the others!”

“Well, he didn’t see everything…” You smiled.

“That would’ve scared him.”

You kissed your boyfriend. “Well… I still haven’t finished yet. And, I know you can keep going.” 

Soobin smiled as his cock started growing back to life, poking at you again. “You’ll have to stay quiet.”

“Then just don’t do it too hard…”

[thegrandromantic]

Oracle, I'm about to go to bed (as in I'm in it), but will you pleeeeeaaaaassseee tell me about your Mountain Goats concert sometime soooooon :3 <33

i'd love to talk abt it, junie!!! tysm for the opportunity!!! <3

this was definitely the show ive been the most excited for, out of the 4 i've been to so far. i'd heard about the venue from family and stuff who'd gone to other shows there before. it was SUCH a neat place, you have to drive way out into like the middle of nowhere and the stage and stuff is just. INSIDE A CAVE??? the atmosphere was INCREDIBLE. it does so much for the acoustics and the lighting and just the Vibes of the performance.

the setlist was amazing, they opened with azo tle nelli in tlalticpac? at both of the last two shows i've been too and its such a cool opener. its got a really nice build to it, and it really amps you up for whats to come. i feel like other big highlights for me were make you suffer, fresh tattoo, transcendental youth, a SUPER neat cover of dark as a dungeon by merle travis, abandoned flesh, and in memory of satan. but ofc i vibed with the whole setlist, god i lost my mind over like every song.

this show also had the most energy ive seen for no children/this year. the audience was singing so loud you could barely hear john singing anymore 😂 and everyone was dancing/jumping around. john looked fucking HAGGARD by the end of the show he was really playing his heart out tonight. just absolutely drenched in sweat, hair stringing down over his face it was great.

overall favorite venue, one of my favorite setlists, Best Fucking Show ive been to yet lmao.

[oraclesandomens]

I love the “My Devil’s Backbone” sticker idea!!!! Do you have a store that I can visit to get my hands on one?

Hey!

So, I am honestly shocked how much attention Devil’s Backbone has gotten. Most of my art goes unnoticed on social media so it caught me completely off guard when Backbone when semi-viral on Twitter and has continued to gain traction on all of my social medias. I’m legitimately blown away by all of the love my little Vashwood piece has received. I drew it on a whim (literally - it started out as a quick pen doodle inspired by Wolfwood using Punisher for the first time in TriStamp.) I’m so excited that so many people love Devil’s Backbone and have taken the time to notice and appreciate the details within it. 😳🥹🥰

I don’t have a shop or anything since my art has just been a quiet hobby of mine. But I’ve been looking into it over the last few days. I have extras of my Backbone stickers and can always order more. I’m very curious if it would be something people would want to have available. I have other Trigun stickers too.

[oracle-of-dream]

I love my readers so much

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[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[frownyalfred]

Love me some Tony stark unfortunately all bruce has to do is send oracle a text

Broke: Bruce gets offended when people compare him to Tony Stark

Woke: Oracle gets offended when people compare Bruce to Tony Stark

[the-phantom-peach]

can you show us all your link designs you have? Like for each game? (Only if you want to of course) if not, I wanted to ask if you would ever do a Links meet type of au with your link designs? Just curious 👀

Here’s most of the links I have so far! Their designs aren’t incredibly unique or anything, but I I like adding my own spin on pre/post game designs.

Will I ever do a links meet au? Probably not lol. I mean in little scenarios, maybe, but I could never do a full fledged comic or anything. All the works I’ve seen from other artists are so so good but I can never have that kind of commitment so I commend them “OTL Plus my designs aren’t very timeline accurate soooo ^^’

[caleism-1]

And he was controlling his strength for certain people! 😂

Dc x Dp prompt #07

Danny was so done with everything right now.

This past week, Danny has barely had time to sleep because he has to deal with all the problems that run into him. And now he’s standing in the watchtower, watch Superman argue with Superboy for whatever lesson.

And he’ve had enough for this shit now.

“and you!! Phantom what are you--“

*Slap!*

As if time had stopped, everyone looked at him with wide eyes. Superboy's mouth wide opened. Superman put his hand on his cheek. Did he just get slapped in his face???

And then everyone walked towards Danny.

Wonder Woman: Phantom!!

*Slap!*

Aquaman: Phantom--

*Slap!*

Green lantern: Hey! Easy man.

*Slap!*

Flash: Yo everyone! I just got a-

*Slap!*

Batman: Phantom. You have to stop right now--

*Slap!*

Even the dark knight got slapped too.

Everyone who got slapped now put their hand on their cheek. Because that slap was hurt very much.

[ckret2]

Bill: oh no I need to escape all my troubles, I know, ETERNAL PARTY!

*billion of years ago*

Bill dad: oh no poll numbers are low and the people are close to revolting, I know, NEW HOLIDAY!

I think there's some real (comedic) potential to this "Mayor Euclid declares his own baby Best Baby Of All Time" theory.

[oracle-of-dream]

A Quick Walk

Summary: Being an assistant to an idol is hard work. Being an assistant to Wonbin is somehow even more demanding–especially when he's needy...

Notes: Male Reader, Idol!Wonbin, Assistant!Y/N, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing, Eating Pineapple, Face-fucking, Whimpering Wonbin, Head-Pusher Wonbin

You had too many things to worry about. Press conferences, hair and makeup, TV shows, interviews on radio, and live performances. So many, all in such a short amount of time... But, of course, you weren't the one in front of the camera. You worked behind them.

The set was full of lights, cameras, and wires. People scurried about as they moved to get the filming underway. It was past midnight and you'd finally reached the final shoot of the night. Once it wrapped up, then you could go the hell home.

You waited in a side chair with your phone, sorting through messages. More offers inviting them to more events; which meant more paperwork for you.

The director called, "Can we get the talent on stage, please? The band is ready."

That was your cue. You approached a dressing room, knocking before opening the door. Slowly, the door opened and you were greeted by a handsome form. A man with shiny dark red hair; his outfit was a black tank top, a knit cardigan, and blue jeans. He was set with an in-ear headphone and a microphone that sat just below his pink lips. When his dark eyes locked onto you, he smiled.

You nodded in reply to his smile as you stayed on task. You leaned past him to speak into the room, "It's time boys, let's get this done quickly so we can get you back home."

Six other voices replied, letting you know they'd heard you. Shortly after, 7 men stepped out of the dressing room and made their way onto the set. The director gave directions, the cameras and lights were properly calibrated, and the music was tested one last time before it was finally time to start.

The men stood together in a line, and the red-haired man stepped forward. "Thank you so much for having us. We are," He turned to signal the others to finish the sentence with him. "Riize!"

You went back to your staff chair, with the other assistants. Your job was done for now unless any of the talents needed something. Then it was your job to spring into action to do anything they needed. You've been working as Riize's assistant for only a few months, but the job's been a rollercoaster. Flying for tours and somehow making time to sleep between all the activities. You weren't their manager, you were their personal assistant–meaning you had to work with Riize much closer. There were seven assistants in total, one for each member. All of them had to be male, for scandal prevention. You were assigned to be Wonbin's assistant.

Wonbin was really not much trouble. He rarely tried to burden you with requests. Mostly, he asked for drinks when he was tired. Or, at least that was how it started...

A break was called during the shoot. The members were allowed to step off set and rest, each went to their assistants to ask for treats and water. But Wonbin approached you with an all too familiar look in his eye.

"Assistant y/n!" He cheered as he approached with a smile, his chin lowered so he had to look up toward you.

"Yes, Wonbin? Do you want some water?" He nodded, accepting the water you had prepared for him. Between sips, he kept glancing at you. You tried not to notice, looking at your phone as you swiped aimlessly.

"Y/n, can I have something else?" His voice peaked slightly, indicating a smirk.

You sighed. "Of course. If you need me to get something I can go down the street and pick up a snack."

Wonbin shook his head. "Can you walk with me? I wanna stretch my legs." He stretched his back, with a slight grunt, letting his shirt lift a bit to show his v-line. Clearly dropping hints of what he wanted.

It was about two months into your time with Riize when Wonbin got comfortable enough with you to ask for his favorite thing. Sometimes Wonbin would get anxious, too excited, or just bored. He'd ask you to take a walk with him. It seemed innocent at first.

You nodded slowly. "Sure, let's go for a walk."

Wonbin held a hand out to you. You took it, and he laced his fingers with yours. Now you were locked in, you couldn't turn back unless he wanted you to. And Wonbin would never skip a walk with his personal assistant.

He took you down a long hallway, walking at a quick pace. He was practically dragging you. He found a secluded corner and pulled you in, forcing your back against the wall as he trapped you in.

"I promise, I'll be quick... I need it today or I'll never make it through this shoot." He took your free hand and guided it through his hair as he rubbed into the touch. Wonbin loved the feeling of hands in through his hair–your hands specifically.

"Can I use my hand?"

Wonbin whined, pushing up against you as he put his weight on you. "No~ that's not good enough. I need those plump lips today." His fingers poked at your lips as he leaned toward you.

You turned your head to the side as you pulled yourself together. If you let him seduce you completely, then it would be serious trouble. "No kissing. You promised."

"Kissing is for only when we're not busy," He scoffed. "I remember. I was just thinking about it... How good they'll look wrapped around it. They're always prettiest that way."

You rolled your eyes, but your heart raced. "Let's hurry before someone finds us," You muttered. Shifting Wonbin to stand upright, you slid down as your knees hit the floor. Your eyes were level with his crotch. "And, please... don't finish inside this time. It left a weird taste."

Wonbin looked offended. "I'll have you know, I've been eating pineapple every day!" You ignored him as you unbuttoned his pants and unceremoniously pulled his jeans to his ankles. "W-Woah! No foreplay?"

"No time."

"Are you sure that it's just me wanting this?"

You didn't even bother to look up at him. The shit-eating grin on his face was audible enough. "I'm just being a good assistant. If you prefer, we can stop." You started to stand but Wonbin's hand pushed your shoulder down.

"Okay! I get it. Quick suck then back to work. Please..." The way his voice trembled at the end of his sentence made you weak. The sound of him begging was something that sent butterflies into your stomach. But you couldn't afford to get more involved than you were already. You peeled Wonbin's waistband slowly before sliding down his underwear. His cock, rock hard and excited to see you, twitched as it felt your breath on it. "Please, y/n," Wonbin pleaded softly, his voice laced with desperation.

"You're so high maintenance..." You sighed before taking his length into your mouth.

No matter how often you did this, Wonbin would always get so... into it. He let out a strangled gasp as your warm mouth wrapped around him. The sensation made him shudder as he covered his mouth.

"Ah! Fuck, y/n, you're perfect." He moaned. His fingers tangled in your hair as his fingers flexed, as he struggled to control himself.

You knew the mission was to get the job done fast so you didn't hold back. You took a steadying breath through your nose before pushing yourself to deepthroat him.

Wonbin's whole body tensed as he slid to the back of your throat. He could feel the way it gripped him, flexing tightly before relaxing as you tried not to gag. "Hyung, holy fuck! Wait–you're so good!" He groaned as he almost buckled over. His other hand found its way to your head, slightly pushing you. His hips jerked as he shook. You knew he started fidgeting once he was close. He also loved calling you hyung in moments like these. "P-Please, just a little slower..." He begged his words loosely dripping from his mouth.

You pulled away to breathe and allow him a chance to compose himself. "You wanna do it?" Wonbin's eyes shook. He couldn't refuse if you were offering, but he knew he couldn't last long if he did...

"Of course, I wanna." His fingers tensed as he pulled your hair, moving you back to his cock. Wonbin's eyes rolled lazily as his hips moved with a desperate speed. You didn't offer to let him control you often–he'd never let this chance pass him. "Fuck, Hyung, you're so tight!" He grunted, and his pace faltered as he tried to hold it. Each stroke was wet heaven as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. The fatal blow–when you looked up at him, made him lose it. The idol's vision started to tunnel as he focused on your sweet face looking at his. He felt your tongue working over him, the gentle suckles and swirls that you added. It was too much!

His orgasm snuck up on him. It crashed over him mid-thrust. He grunted as his mouth fell open. Instinctively, he pulled up into him, forcing you to take him completely. He bent over, his chest slightly brushing the back of your head as he came. He spilled load after load of hot cum directly into your mouth.

"I'm sorry! S-Sorry! I'm sorry! I can't let go–" His voice was a whisper in your ears, "P-please, swallow. I'm sorry!" It was a storm of pleasure that wracked over his body, as he rode out the aftershocks. He could feel you swallowing around him, milking his dick for every drop, which only made him jerk even more. Finally, once the tremors finished, he slowly let you go.

You pulled away, wiped a tear out of your eye, and put Wonbin back together–packing his cock into his underwear and pulling up his pants. "Good call on the pineapple by the way," You whispered as you guided him back to the set. Filming was just about to start but Wonbin had to see hair and make-up again to get retouched.

You sat back with the other assistants who looked at you with puzzled looks.

"Did you two go for a run or something? Why does he look like that?" One asked.

"The only thing that kid could run is his mouth..." You groaned as you slumped into your chair. You watched him closely as he walked back to the stage.

He noticed you and mouthed an apology to you one last time.

You'd have to get even with him later...

[oracle-of-dream]

I do like compliments…

EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS

Will get a random compliment in their inbox :))

EVERY

SINGLE

PERSON

<3

[thegrandromantic]

Hiii thank you for the ask :) can I request Ezekiel 7 and Transcendental Youth (the song) for the ask game?

- @downtohide

oh man this is really tough bc you asked me about the ending tracks on two of my favorite albums but i'll do my best to do them justice!

Ezekiel 7: my favorite lyric would be probably be the opening lines, "the clouds explode and then the desert blooms / someone will need to mop this floor for me". i feel like they paint the strongest poetic image in the song. although the chorus is also incredible, i like how since this is such a spacey track and there arent a lot of lyrics surrounding the chorus, the repetition of the chorus sort of dominates the experience of the song and emphasizes the vastness of the desert the speaker is driving out into. but anyway those opening lines set the scene and tone of the song so well, the clouds exploding is quite a violent and apocalyptic image, but it also feels like a huge release. ive never lived in or been to the desert but i can only imagine what a profoundly emotional experience it must be when a storm finally breaks. and then its followed up with someone needing to mop the floor, so we know something really messy is happening. i didnt really process that this song was about torture until i read the bible chapter the song is named after, but oh man i love the juxtaposition of those two images/emotions. the wrath of a vengeful god being recontextualized as a torturer, the serene desert rain washing over the victim and torturer alike, it coats the scene in this weird soft comfort even though its describing horrific events.

Transcendental Youth: my favorite lyric, "shroud ourselves in the cosmos / let the music play" just barely more my favorite than the couplet just before it, "soar ever upwards / on air gone black with flies" mostly because i guess i just gravitate more towards the slightly more hopeful imagery. i actually saw them play this one live at my second ever show a few months back, and now i feel a really special connection to it because it was a pretty small show, they played a bunch of their chiller more intimate tracks and that was the show i caught my flower at 🥺 so yeah now whenever he sings the line, "let the music play" i just remember all the emotion from that show and how it felt like everyone was floating up to the cosmos together just by experiencing this ephemeral moment together. plus its obviously easy to associate with the album's GORGEOUS album art, easily my favorite goats album art.

thanks so much for the ask!!! this was so much fun!!! @downtohide

[oraclesandomens]

I absolutely adore your artstyle, everyone looks so expressive!!! They're so cute!!!!

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Thank you! This really made my day! I’ve been struggling with feeling proud of my art over the last few weeks so hearing about someone else loving the things I struggle to see makes me so happy. ❤️❤️❤️

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I always assumed that from the comics I've read dick seems to have a somewhat complicated relationship with his own gender/sexuality/sex status, etc.

Anon!! You can't just drop this on me and leavee!! I need to hear more!! LEMME HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS!!!

Ok so this is gonna be like three different things so I'll make subcategories.

Gender

Of the things listed. I think gender is the one thing Dick is rather set on/secure about. He has some feminine or softer traits which typically would not be associated with a male character such as empathy and caring to an overemotional aspect -

Joker: Last Laugh Issue #3

Nightwing (1996) Issue #86

Nightwing (1996) Issue #139

Being overly kind to an unappreciative and toxic girlfriend is one thing, but as a brother hugging and kissing a brother? It's a little softer than how people usually write male heroes.

He's male and I don't think he's considered switching to the female side because he's comfortable with his masculinity.

Does he do things like this -

Nightwing (2016) Issue #38

sometimes? Yeah. He takes the female role in his relationships with others such as Bruce and Barbara but he still very much sees himself as masculine. Like I said in another post, Kori asks him to be a male consort to her Queen because she was forced to marry a royal Tamaranian Prince. While male consorts are not unusual in history, they typically embody the female in a stereotypical relationship. (On a separate note, did you know Chinese emperors took on male consorts? It is circumvented when speaking about in the present and laters days but it's officially written down in the books).

But overall, Dick is very much a masculine male with feminine qualities.

Sexuality

Ok so the thing about Dick and sexuality is that Dick Grayson is a very, VERY old character. He's been there since the beginning of DC to the point that he was the third DC character created EVER. Clark, then Bruce, then Dick, AND THEN Wonder Woman.

So with a character this old and with a topic as controversial as sexuality, DC is not going to ever explicitly write Dick as gay or bi or whatever. Why? Because Dick is an icon.

When someone says "Batman and Robin" - EVERYONE knows who Batman and Robin is. Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson. They've existed forever and are the kingpins of DC alongside Superman and Wonder Woman. Whether that person is in the fandom or not, they know who Batman and Robin are. Within the fandom, people know there's more than one Robin (several) but talking to someone outside the fandom, someone who enjoys DC casually, only thinks there is one Robin. And you could tell them that there's this many robins, some have been girls, there's this many timelines and etc (which is actually a really embarrassing convo if someone isn't in the fandom OMG and how I wish I could take that back and erase it from BOTH OF OUR MEMORIES) - but they're not gonna care. Because for them, there's only one Robin and that's Dick Grayson.

So with something like that, DC cannot have Dick Grayson be anything but straight because it would cause too big of an uproar. So he can't be. Explicitly. People have written him as having an ambiguous sexuality though. I actually wrote this specific POST a long time because someone wanted to know more.

Instead what you'll have is a BUNCH of BROMANCES. His Nightwing authors have wanted more male/male sexual attractions with him and other characters and some of them have admitted that openly even if they were not allowed to write. So if you're reading a comic that has him and something seems SUS, well it might just be.

So like with all things, I cannot say anything for certain unless there is evidence of him engaging in a romantic relationship with someone who isn't a woman, but given the homoerotic tension that exists between him and other characters such as ROY -

Outsiders (2003) Issue #11

Teen Titans: Silver Age TPB 2 (Part 4) Page 16

Nightwing (1996) Issue #114

WHICH IS ODDLY SIMILAR TO THIS -

Nightwing (1996) Issue #138

I'd say he's bi-curious at the least.

Sex Symbol Status

-this is my previous post which goes a little into the sex symbol thing

Anon, holy crap I have an ESSAY for you. It's in my drafts because it's wayyyyyyyyy too long and I'll definitely exceed the image limit but holy crap.

Here's what I will say about it though. The world REVERES Dick for his looks and body. The amount of attention he gets for his beauty is ridiculous. Even Green Arrow's half-sister - WHO'S MUCH YOUNGER THAN DICK AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF DICK MET - dreams about him romantically.

Green Arrow (2016) Annual_1

Because of course. Villains are going out of their way to compliment him on his looks in the middle of a fight - Bane, Bludhaven villains, civilians (MALE) coworkers - it's literally insane.

So Dick is clearly the hottest and most gorgeous thing to ever exist in the entirety of DC. There's also a panel from a comic where Dick becomes Talon AND SOMEONE STILL CALLS HIM THE PRETTY BOY TALON LIKE WTF??? THAT PRETTY BOY TALON CAN RIP OFF YOUR HEAD IN A HEARTBEAT! He's a talon, too! Clearly death does not hinder his looks in any way.

But Dick himself is VERY uncomfortable any sort of bodily attraction. It's not just the comments that gets him but he, who everyone claims has the body of a god, doesn't feel good about his own body.

The New Titans (1988) Issue #71

He's really conservative. And in another comic when Tim comments on how the the Nightwing suit is really a babe attractor, Dick is uncomfortable going 'I didn't make it for them'.

Like even looking at this comic pic where Dick is in disguise and he and Kori are just walking down the street, they both still attract the entire street's attention. It must be so uncomfortable.

Here's my thoughts on the sex symbol status. Yes, Dick is a sex symbol. That's just fact. But here's where the issue is. People can be sex symbols without it affecting their personality because that status, is something given to them or bestowed upon them by another person.

I'm leaning a little into my post in the drafts but Johnny Depp, Marylyn Monroe, David Bowie, Tom Cruise, Cleopatra - they're all so vastly different on their opinions of sexual liberty and yet all of them as considered sex symbols.

So what does this mean for Dick? Nothing, really. It just means the world takes one look at him and wants him but he is under no obligation to follow through nor does he. He's not a slut for sleeping with the people he likes and no one thinks of him that way either. He was slut-shamed after his rape by Pantha who always has some harsher opinions because that is her personality. She literally says the meanest things about everyone because she's a rough and tough character and she finds humor in being mean because she is who she is.

For Dick himself, it means nothing. He doesn't view himself as attractive which ironically is also what celebrities who were interviewed about the sex symbol status said as well, such as Johny Depp.

The problem with being beautiful though is that people brush you off. Certain girlfriends of his do it. They see him as just a pretty boy and writers of certain comics *cough* Batgirl comics writers and Tom Taylor *cough* throw his skills and talent down the garbage disposal so he can act as a dumb pretty boy toy for his girlfriend. His personality is degraded to a bland white paste and his intelligence and power and pain are thrown out the window.

(This POST gives some examples of when writers do this for Dickbabs)

Like this is a serious problem! I read this article some time ago -

Here are the main highlights:

There isn't a problem with Dick being ascribed a sex symbol status and to his great benefit most people don't treat him like this but some do! LIKE HIS GIRLFRIEND.

In summary, and I'm gonna borrow a lyric here to quote -

"It's hell on earth to be heavenly Them's the breaks, they don't come gently"

I think the problem is, instead of focusing on how beautiful Dick looks, I really feel like DC and the fandom should analyze how uncomfortable Dick gets, how certain comics force him into relationships when others clearly show he wouldn't be interested in a parallel situation, and mostly how Dick Grayson is robbed of his personality, identity, and beliefs all because of how people believe he should act due to his beauty.

I'm honestly tired of the equation that Dick's status as a sex symbol somehow reduces him to a slut. He is not. Instead we should focus on how his beauty is weaponized against him. He was born with those looks and complaining about them is useless. That's his mother and father-given appearance. It's his genetic inheritance. It's as much a part of his as his grace or his unyielding kindness.

The real issue isn't DC’s acknowledgment of his beauty—it's the utter failure to dig deeper. Instead we should explore how Dick deals with it. How does he carry the weight of being constantly objectified? What does it do to his relationships? How is he coerced to do something in a relationship because it is expected of simply due to the fact that he's beautiful? We should explore how people (even the batfam sometimes) only see his smile or good-natured humor while his complexities - his pain, his resilience, his brilliance - are shucked aside? He's constantly diminished by the fandom and canon because of his cheery personality and good looks just to fit a particular character's narrow view of him.

Call him pretty! Dick legit doesn't care if villains call him pretty or someone calls him that because what they're really focused on when they call him that, are his skills. He doesn't mind being called pretty, beautiful, gorgeous - as long as he's valued for his talents and efforts and skills.

(Here's the pretty boy post for my lovelies. Part 2 in the making)

The issue, once again, isn't his sex symbol status or his looks. It's literally everything else. Dick Grayson is not a reflection of what others project; he is a someone who stands apart, vibrant, and irreducibly whole. Which too often gets lost underneath his looks.

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ORACLE BY LUISF47

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dp x dc prompt/mini blurb thing:

Somewhere along the line, stealing the Batmobile had seemed like the best option.

Elle would stand by that - admittedly short-sighted and kind of panic induced - logic. It was a vehicle that no one would try and stop. It was fast. The keys were in the ignition. Easiest car theft of her life. Or, well, unlife. Whatever. Still the easiest.

She may have forgotten that Superman could fly as fast as the stupid tank of a car could go. Or that Gotham had other vigilantes, that had bikes that were way more maneuverable, or that Billy was a big baby about car chases.

“WATCH THE ROAD!”

“YOU WATCH THE ROAD I’M DRIVING HERE!”