#; ( headcanon )

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

Superman turns into a total idiot around Batman - not because he’s scared of him, but because, well... the guy’s terrifyingly hot. Like, Bruce just needs to stand there brooding in the shadows, and Clark’s brain goes straight to static.

At the very start of their collaboration, Batman is extra worried. The fact that the most powerful being on Earth trips over his words, laughs at jokes that aren’t even jokes, and forgets basic Kryptonian science mid-conversation is worrying.

To Batman, the fact that the most powerful being on Earth is an idiot is worrying.

Clark’s completely fine though, he's an actual genius. It’s just that Batman is unfairly attractive, and it’s hard to think straight when someone that competent, that sharp, and that ridiculously gorgeous is glaring at you from beneath a cowl.

[plethorawrites]

Jason Todd who, for whatever reason— repeated concussions, a medical condition like Presbyopia (aka old age), or just extreme eye strain, starts struggling to read without his eyes and head hurting him.

It results in him needing glasses, which he downright refuses at first, since he thinks they make him look stupid and doesn't want his family to mock him.

Plus, he thinks that means he's getting old, like Bruce and there's no way he'd admit that.

But eventually you talk him into it, help him pick out a pair that he doesn't wear for weeks after getting, letting them linger on the side table while he squints to read with a dull ache in his head.

After a while of you reminding him, repeatedly, he needs to wear them if he wants the pain to stop, you stole his book away from him, refusing to give it back until he wears them.

He puts them on with an annoyed expression, asking if you're happy in a sarcastic manner. Yes. You were extremely happy. Both because he could read without pain once again and also because...well, he looked extremely good in glasses, even if he didn't think so.

Nodding, you gave him his book back, your gaze lingering just a little too long for him not to notice, unfortunately. He catches you staring, asking what's wrong and you just shake your head, telling him it's nothing.

He can tell it's something and sets his book down, insisting you tell him. "Is it the glasses? I look stupid, don't I?" He muttered.

You wouldn't respond, trying to fight back a smile he first assumed was mocking like his family had been, so he quickly rolls you over, pinning you to the bed while you try not to grin.

"That tickles," you mumble, feeling his hands press into your sides.

"Seriously, what?" He questions, noticing the blush on your cheeks as you finally look at him.

"You just look handsome, in them," is all you reply, swiping your thumb over his jawline. His lips curl up into an authentic smile.

"So it is the glasses, then?" He mumbles.

You shrug, your blush getting redder. "Maybe."

His smirk widens, leaning down to kiss you. "Should've told me you had a thing for them," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your neck. "I would have started wearing them a lot sooner."

[fragilefawn333]

kinky arcane women headcanons ☆ MDNI!!

f!arcane x f!reader - vi, caitlyn, jinx, mel, sevika

AN; SOMEONE SEDATE MEEE!!!!! my ass is too horny ok im OVULATING!!!! this is probably the dirtiest thing i’ve written and i’m spitting out fics i’ve had in the drafts for a while so CW; dirty talk, degrading language aka ‘slut,’ biting and marking, overstimulation, choking, power, blindfold, spitting (2k)

Vi - Breeding/voyeurism

Topping: Despite women not being able to get others pregnant, this doesn’t matter to Vi. She’ll have you folded over on your shared bed, gripping into the mattress as she slams into you — going at a brutal pace. Making you cum around her cock for the second time, sticky-white dripping out of your aching hole.

“You take me so well, such a greedy girl.”

Breathy moans as the other end of the strap rubs against her clit, intertwining with your own needy whines. She moves to hook one of your legs on her opposing shoulder, watching as the toy disappears into your tight cunt with each thrust.

“Fuck - ah! Gonna fill you up, make you a mommy. You want that, yeah? My pretty girl.”

Pseudo-feeling herself finish inside you, pretending that the cum dripping from your slit is your mixed fluids — filling you up with herself. Swear to fuck, she’s gonna pester that pretty-boy to engineer up some magic that’ll let this happen for real.

Bottoming: She likes making sure others know you’re hers. Slung over you in a sleazy-bar, sucking dark-hickeys into your neck — the smell of bitter beer and spicy aftershave attacking your senses, clinging to you so even when she’s not physically there, her presence is.

You’ll be stumbling back from the bar, tipsy with too-strong alcohol and her touch, street-lights dimly illuminating your figures. That’s when she’ll push you against bricked wall, arms hung around her neck as she grinds her knee into your clothed sex. Unbuckling her belt and letting her jeans and boxers hang off muscled hips, using her fingers to collect her wetness and smear it over your lips.

“You taste that? That’s what you do to me, pretty girl. You gon’ clean up your mess?” Grabbing at your chin gently, and facing it to her half-clothed pelvis — red hairs climbing to her bellybutton, glistening with smeared wetness.

Groaning when your slick tongue meets her clit, lapping her up like she’s the drink you two were just sharing two minutes ago. Her hand comes to grasp at your scalp, pulling you closer in to kitten-lick her slit, shoving herself into your face. Too enthralled in you, not caring to check and see if the streets are empty. If they want to watch then they can. Show everyone who you belong to.

Caitlyn - Brat-taming/degradation

Topping: Caitlyn relaxes on plush armchair, leather-clad hand moving to turn the page of her novel. You dig your fingernails into her shoulder, grinding sloppily against clothed leg. The harsh denim of her jeans chaffing against the flesh of your thighs, grinding against your clit. Huffing into her neck, you raise your hips and slam them back down onto her, trying to work up enough friction to come to your peak.

“Can’t cum?” Caitlyn mewls, mock sincerity, blue-eyes not even flickering up from her novel.

Your cheeks puff-up as you inhale, brows knitting together as you mumble a, “fuck you,” into her ear. Risky move, considering you’re currently knee-deep in a punishment from your last bratty-comment.

She wraps an arm around arched back, trapping you between her torso and bringing her face to yours. “Is that so?” She cocks her head, pensive yet still threatening. “Stand up.”

You whimper, shaking your head, “M’ sorry, I didn’t mean it.” But Caitlyn isn’t having it, directing you with a perfectly manicured index-finger. You stand up, vulnerable and naked to the bitter-air of the room. She leads you to the table standing next to the chair, pushing you so that the edge toys with your pussy. You grind on the polished oak, desperate for friction as rounded wood catches your clit. “You want to cum? Show me how desperate you are, and if I’m nice enough I’ll reward you.”

Drumming her fingers on the wood, she smirks and discards the book to the floor.

Bottoming: Caitlyn would lie herself onto cotton sheets, slender limbs snuggled on-top of the bed. Hair and body freshly washed, smelling of floral-soap and citrusy shampoo, not bothering with a towel letting the cool hit bare skin.

Allowing you to crawl onto the sheets after her, towel wrapped loosely around waist — another one ruffling through your hair, trying to dry it after your shared shower. She watches as your tits heave with every exhausted breath, nipples hardened at the cold air. She chews on her bottom lip, thighs opening so she can dip long fingers into her cunt. Caitlyn grinds into her hand, swollen, flushed clit circled by the base of her palm.

You glance over to her taunt, writhing body — chuckling as you watched her hump her own hand. “Shit Cait, you’re such a slut. Fucking yourself, don’t you have any shame?”

Caitlyn shakes her head, wetness now dripping onto previously clean sheets, letting out a strangled moan, “I need you.”

You snort at her desperation, moving to replace her fingers with yours as she bucks into you. “What am I going to do with you?” You tease, “What a pathetic mess.”

Jinx - Marking/overstimulation

Topping: It’s mid-afternoon when Jinx lays you on her work-bench. Shirt pulled up to collarbones, multi-coloured lights dancing on exposed skin. Jinx swipes her tongue down sternum, licking at your stomach and running teeth along the hem of your pants. You gasp when teeth embed into your side, sharp pain radiating from your waist. Jinx releases your flesh, feeling a vibration as she chuckles into your body.

She stumbles next to her, reaching amongst messy-desk to pull out a neon-pink marker, waving it in front of your face. She takes the cap off with her teeth, hooking her fingers around your pants and tugging them down. The ink is cold as it glides across you, Jinx circling the bite mark she’s stamped into your skin.

Jinx moves the pen down, right above your pubic-bone. She scribbles something, giggling to herself. The heat of the shimmer in her veins thrumming, unable to keep herself patient any longer — she lunges forward.

Her mouth meets your cunt. Lips wrapping around your clit, sucking the nub into her warm, welcoming mouth. She digs her nails, chipped blues-pinks, into your thighs, leaving half-crescents into swollen skin. You thrust up to her tongue, ears ringing as you come to your peak as she laps up the escaped wetness spilling from your pussy.

Later, when you stumble across a reflective surface, you lift up your shirt to reveal teeth-marks sunken into skin. Along with messy, capitalised ‘JINX WAZ HERE.’

Bottoming: Lights bounce off skin as you grind down into Jinx. The makeshift tent fluttering with the wind created by thrusting motions. Slick gliding together, smearing up thighs and abdomen. Jinx curls, letting out a shaky breath as heat pools in her lower belly. Hips rutting with frenzy as you bring her to her third release of the night.

Usually perky Jinx sighs with fatigue, hands stilling your gyrating hips. “Please… I can’t…”

You drag your tongue over your lips, leaning down to whisper into her ear, “Give me one more.”

Tilting Jinx’s bony pelvis to you, weaving thighs together and pressing her heat to yours. Her clit is swollen as it slides against yours, picking up considerable friction as you quicken the pace. Minutes later, Jinx twitches uncontrollably again, muttering pleases and silent sobs into the graffitied floors of her hideout.

Mel - Choking/filming

Topping: Mel will bend you over her desk, her fingers sliding down your nape, golden rings cold on skin. She buries her face into your neck, pressing heated kiss down sensitive flesh, her loose hair coiling down her face and tickling your shoulder. You press palms to her desk, trying to steady yourself as one of her hands snake down your body to the crux of your legs. You both simultaneously moan when her fingertips brush against wetness.

Bringing her other hand up your neck, shoving two fingers down your throat. You gag, spit trickling down your chin as her fingers slip over your tongue, hooking into your jaw — making you completely complacent to her. She presses circles on your clit, moving up and down, your thighs parting under the pleasure in turn giving her more access to spread lips open, dipping into your entrance. As her hands work you open, the two fingers coated in saliva draw back to neck, squeezing lightly. Your head comes back to rest against the dip of her shoulder, her hand bathed in golden divinity shutting off airways momentarily.

“Don’t fight it,” she hisses.

The intensity of your orgasm hits like a brick, tension around your throat adding to the pressure. Mel hums in satisfaction as you come down, running slick fingers over tongue — tasting you, lips suckling and rolling off her hand.

Bottoming: Mel lifts herself to the tip of the toy, grinding when she reaches the base. Each motion creating a jolt of pleasure that runs through her body. Stockings pull at her legs, garters tight around her thighs as skin spills slightly over the top.

“Stay still,” you pester, lifting up the camera to snap a picture of her hunched over — silicone dick buried deep inside.

She whines at the momentarily loss of friction, desperately waiting for you to allow her to continue her thrusts. You check the film, eyes taking in your artistry. You nod at her, and she snaps her hips immediately.

“You look too pretty for this to be forgotten,” you smirk. Her skin flushing, heat coiling in her belly, at your compliments. Mel nods her head, her eyes rolling back as she increases her pace — pumping into the toy. She spills over the bed, creating a wet patch on silken sheets as she lifts herself up, a string of slick connecting her pussy to the bed. You snap another photo, the room flashing white.

Sevika - Size kink/deprivation

Topping: Sevika places a hand at the base of your back, admiring how large her palm looks when it’s splayed onto your skin. Pushing you down with ease, stilling your almost-rabid jerking by tensing her muscles. Her other, metallic, hand comes to rub across your slit — the cool material’s contact against your warm cunt inciting a shiver.

You gape into ragged sheets, back arching as Sevika brings a hand down to the fat of your ass, skin slapping echoing throughout the room. Running her faux-fingers down the dip of your ass, rubbing circles around the entrance of your pussy. Chuckling at the way you reflexively pull back at the cold probe, but are unable to under her grip.

Switching positions slightly, she manhandles you so that you’re being supported by her metal-arm. This way she can feel the warmth of your cunt engulf her fingers as she pushes into your entrance, thrusting with haste. You whine and twist against her, feeling the pleasure shoot up to your abdomen - tightening and curling in you. She chuckles, low and grating, at the wetness that gushes out of you — stilling her fingers and planting a chaste kiss to your lower back.

Bottoming The blindfold tied around your face sits comfortably, obscuring your vision. You can only hear the sound of Sevika’s heaving breathing, and the taste of her, as you sit between her splayed knees. You dig your tongue in deeper, flattening your tongue at her clit. Grabbing onto muscled thigh for support, you continue working her open using your mouth.

You feel calloused hand pull at your hair, pushing you into the overwhelming wetness. She guides you closer, further up — aiding your unsure self in pleasing her, it’s not your fault really. She likes you rendered helpless, dependent on her and deprived of your sight.

“Thats a good girl,” she groans as you allowing yourself to be pulled by her grip. It’s not long before she’s coming undone before you, harshly pulling at your scalp to snap your head back — mouth open as you feel her saliva drip into your cheeks, and down your throat.

[sephirthoughts]

LET’S GOOOOOOOO

usual rules, any fandom

await my vengeance if you dare

Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons

Headcanon A:  realistic

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Created from the post seen here

[r0tt3nfever]

Boyfriend!ino Head canons ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Sfw nsfw

Bf!ino who constantly asks “why would you do that? I’m here” this man always wants to help. Need to straighten your hair? Teach him how. Left something downstairs? He’s already on his feet.

Bf!ino who’s eyes basically turn into hearts while he listens to you yap, this man is head over heels for you.

Bf!ino who has NO shame when it comes to pda. He doesn’t get why you feel flustered when he makes out and cuddles with you in public. You’re his girl, who cares who else sees.

Bf!ino who definitely said he was in love with you super early on. Not in a manipulative way, this boy is just a softie at heart and fell for you quickly. He wears his heart on his sleeve so told you immediately when he realised.

Bf!ino who turned into a whimpering mess your first time. Praising and cooing sweet nothings in your ear between moans “so…fucking good…my pretty girl…m so lucky…look at you”

Bf!Ino who’s favourite thing ever is getting his mouth on your pussy. This boy will moan as he’s making you see stars “taste so good, all for me yeah? I fucking love you��atta girl…so good for me”

Bf!ino who would literally cry if he had to be mean to you during sex. This boys thrusts are mean, but god his words are sweet as honey. You being an overstimulated whimpering mess, his hand fucking into you at a relentless pace while the other rubs your clit. “Doing so well…can you cum for me one more time..? Please…? You’re so pretty when you do, make such cute fucking noises…just let me keep making you feel good”

He is so dear to me ohhhmygoddd takuma!!!

I’m very new to this, I just have this boy stuck in my mind and had to share my thoughts!! Lowkey thinking about writing bigger things, but we’ll see what happens.

[mitsua]

HUG?

synopsis: an s/o who likes to gives hugs and kisses randomly (1.15k)

🎧ྀི satoru gojo

this man couldn't be happier.

like seriously, you reciprocate his randomness on attaching to your hip from one second to the other? and smooch his cheek sweetly while doing so? he's in heaven.

the first time you surprised him, being already a couple since that gave you a boost of confidence on your plan, you felt him stiffen lightly.

you were at you're at your house so he had his infinity off of course—still, he didn't expect the affection so suddenly. you might've taken it a little personal and went to retreat your arms and apologize, a little shocked and disappointed that you've seen him start the affection many times before but maybe that's for some specific reason you guys had yet to talk about. until you felt his hands keeping in place your arms wrapped around his waist, cold hands as ever touching yours so delicately being in an awe state form just from your mere sweet self hugging him.

"hey now, you caught me by surprise but now i don't plan on letting you go!"

after that 'moment of weakness' as you'd like to tease him about it now that he's gotten more accostumed to it, he does look for you when you got your guard down and sometimes he just goes for a hug that turns into a cuddle session. but when he's feeling defeated or would simply like to hear you laugh, he'll start a tickle war.

"'toru! welcome home!" you greeted not moving from your spot on the kitchen stirring the pot as you heard your husband's keys shuffling for a moment and then open the door. however, you do turn around after some moments pass and he hasn't said anything which is so unlikely of him.

"'tor-" "boo!" he teleports right in front of you and starts tickling your sides and weak spots mercilessly, you—unable of containing your laugh and getting desperate for some needed air—don't really notice when you've gotten so close to the stove and duly ended up burning your arm.

"sorry sorry sorry!!!" satoru cried after hearing you whine in pain and went to take a look at your injury.

he swore to never tickle you ever again in the kitchen.

🎧ྀི itadori yuuji

ughh i wanna hug this man so bad

you never showed physical affection to anyone until you got close enough. that being said, when you've officially initiated a romantic relationship with yuuji, your hugs and kisses were a plus that you were uncertain to add in public at first.

that's why you kept on watching him all the time and as you gained more trust on yourself whenever you saw him alone in a classroom or walking by an empty street, somehow, someone would pop up and erase the idea out of your mind instantly.

thus leading to the following events.

it's been weeks of you wanting to start the physical affection with yuuji, even if you knew he'd never have a problem with you not openly admitting it, you were getting insecure that he might feel you're not reciprocating his feelings as much as you want to show him. so you decided to suck it up one evening you saw him at the street about to get something from a vending machine, you ran your way behind him as he bent down to pick his chips but felt yourself quickly being held in a headlock by no other one than itadori himself.

"hey! wow wait, (name)?! i'm sorry! i just gotta keep my guard up anytime in the streets ya'know? i'm sorry!!" he explained while letting go of you and adjusting your hair back into place. surprising both of you, you laughed, why would you ever think your boyfriend—itadori, would ever mock you for wanting to hug him? you laughed and he took it as apology accepted but still had his index scratching his cheek awkwardly in embarrassment.

after freeing yourself of that heavy insecurity that had been nagging you for so long, you hugged him, one arm of yours going up to hold him by his neck and the other one around his waist—fully embracing his warmth and beating heart with a calm smile plastered on your face and making him malfunction for a second until you kissed his cheek as well. only then did he snaked both arms around your waist and leaned down to be near your ear and whisper

"i really really love you (name)"

🎧ྀི megumi fushiguro

it was really hard at first to him to come to terms of how this is how you showed your liking, and soon love, for him. but the tenderness and such security you irriated unconsciously as you had your arms and legs around him while sitting on the couch, trapping him on place, made him feel really giddy on the inside and never ever thought about leaving his place in between your arms.

after some time in your relation, you've gotten a routine more than just surprising him with hugs—though you still leave him at loss of words when you kiss his cheek randomly—this is, whenever you have to say your goodbyes he'll wait at the front of whatever door for you to hug him and give your farewells 'til the next day.

so the day he started doing so caught you off guard instead, like imagine this 5.7 feet tall man with the face hard as a rock just in your way of getting out the door of the jujutsu school. like. "what?" you asked oblivious to his wishes. he didn't move nor say anything, expecting you to magically read his mind as always and figure out he missed your hugs.

"megumi?" you tilted your head in thought, you've gotten all your belongings on your bag already, what could he be waiting from you? you said your goodbyes and–oh. you giggled in realization, yes, you did understand his unspoken message and somehow reminded you of certain classmate who can't speak easily either. "never thought you'd like to hug as we bid goodbye 'gumi, i love it" you confessed softly. he melted in your arms and now did not want to let go again.

this brings us to the chaotic occasion he indeed did not let go of you for so long you almost missed a special mission assigned to you.

the director had told you he'd get your transport prepared for you to arrive on time. long story short, fushiguro didn't want to let you go as you did your traditional goodbye hug and as much as you tried to deny the affection or reminded him you had to go quickly, it only served him to squeeze you even harder.

after a reprimand from the professor, you learnt your lesson and decided to negotiate with megumi to have a whole cuddling day whenever a long mission trip dared close, wether it was yours or his.

"i love your hugs as well"

welcome to my new account lovely readers! hope you find whatever your pretty mind desires as i'll be doing my best to repost from my previous account and write more new content from the bottom of my heart to you! sending lots of hugs and kisses! my ask box will be open for any request you might have as soon as i post my masterlist, for now, if you wanna chat i'm open to that too! -mitsua

[lustenchantress]

whos gonna nurse on my tits?

[foerchen]

Pic 3: (headcanon that won’t leave me alone and might be turned into a fic)

For some reason, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph and Cass thought it was an excellent idea to play extreme hide and seek in the WE building when Bruce was away on a business trip. I mean, why not? The building is huge with lots of nooks and crannies to hide in! It’s also really creepy at night when empty and with the lights turned off. The guards make a good obstacle too. Perfect.

Nothing could go wrong.

Yeah, no.

1. Tim hid in one of the lesser known employee lounges inside a broken sofa. Comfy, warm and perfect to take a nap in. (Which led to him not to be seen anymore until the end of the game.)

2. Cass was going to seek. She was the stealthiest of them all, meaning that she could give all of them a guaranteed heart attack. (Well… the next morning, 6 guards handed in their resignation and needed therapy.)

3. Dick saw the WE building as one big opportunity to do gymnastics, (leading to dozens of broken ceiling lamps and lots of ripped curtains from when he tried to tie them into a ladder to scale the tall foyer fountain.)

4. Damian disliked this game from the get go and decided to head into his future father’s office to try his hand at the business. Hacking into the computer was ridiculously easy. Everything was going great… (until he somehow tanked half of the company’s European stocks, sacked most of the Japanese employees and started a new animal product branch in Zimbabwe.)

5. Jason and Steph tried to play the game seriously at first… (until they found some spray paint cans in one of Marketing’s offices and decided it was a good idea to wreck the offices of any board people that ever looked down on them at galas. Good riddance.)

At 6 a.m. sharply, they all got a notification from Oracle. Bruce knew what they’d done and would be back in an hour.

Shit.

Which leads us to the third picture where they are all gathered in a conference room, trying to make a plan to save themselves from being grounded until they are 50.

(They ended up being grounded for a month and had to help out at WE for three months as an effort to apologize to the company and its employees.)

((Somewhere in the Manor, Alfred cackled. Thank god he gave them the idea. The surveillance footage was hilarious to watch.))

bat-shenanigans

they’re the hero’s gothem deserves…?? maybe??

[iaminlovewithagingermilf]

Regulus: You are so f*cking annoying!

James: You know, I thought you Blacks were meant to be charmers! I gotta say, I’m not feeling very f*cking charmed right now!

Regulus: Well thinking never was your strong suit, was it?!

[mamajefe]

The reader girlfriend /gamer boyfriend trope except- it’s Jason who’s sitting on the couch reading his new book and sipping on the fancy tea Alfred gave him for Christmas or some of the nice whiskey he stole from Bruce. He will only reads physical books at home, but even he can’t argue with the convenience of carrying a whole library on an e-reader in his back pack. When he’s suddenly pulled from his little book world by his girlfriend giggling as she successfully snipes another pmc in Tarkov and takes a sip out of the biggest cup of Mountain Dew the bodega down the street sold. If she’s playing call of duty he’s chuckling right along with her when he realizes she’s hooked his helmet modulator up to her mic to mess with the enemy team.

[sulkysouf]

Any disco fans here? I’ve been having a lot more trouble finding them on other platforms

Anyways I did this little page to do somewhat of a study for Kim because I wanted to get the hang of his features more and put my own twist on them. The image in the top left bust I drew out are head canons of sort because I like incorporating his portrait version more, but I personally gave him a cleft lip and his marking on his face is somewhat up to interpretation be it a scar or a birthmark

Though I do always love drawing “imperfect” teeth so after maybe staring at his portrait too long I notice he seemed to have crooked teeth with what little we could see

Oh and Harry is there too

[notdotspot]

I feel like both Dick and Damian were kids that liked to perch. You know how cats jump up onto their owner's shoulders while their people are completing tasks. Dick did it because he had no concept of personal space and liked peaking over Bruce's shoulder because he was a nosey kid. Damian likes it because it gives him a good vantage point and allows him to pretend to be the clingy youngest child in front of the press.

Who can focus on expense reports when there’s after school gossip

[Dick: SO, Kelly said her and Hudson have been dating all year—

Bruce: Uh huh

Dick: — But Hudson asked Erin to sit next to him on the bus, AND her her hand —

Bruce: I see

Dick: — All while Kelly is near by and she just starts sobbing

Bruce: Sounds like Hudson’s a punk

Dick: HE IS!]

+ textless, also I suck at gossip ending

[missninapea]

"Hey, angel~"

[ineloe]

HeadCannon of Peter being a sick child

Not in the sense of "Peter is sick and Tony has to take care of him", NO!

It's the kind of "I've had migraines for so long I don't even care about the pain anymore" or "I get colds so many times in the week that I don't know how is the feeling of DON'T HAVE a runny nose"

So Tony go ask him one day like

Tony: Pete, your nose is bleeding!? ARE YOU OKAY!?

And Peter takes a set of wet wipes from his bag calmly wiping his nose saying

Peter: Oh yeah, it happens sometimes, so about the design of the new Falcon wings...

AND HE DON'T SAY ANYTHING ELSE AFTER!?

Tony is already pulling his hair out wondering why Peter suddenly passes out sometimes and Peter goes like

Peter: Oh yeah, about that, I have anemia and low blood pressure, sometimes my blood sugar drops and my blood pressure drops and then I passes out, nothing to worry about 😊

Tony's heart almost stops and he's already like "god I need to put this kid in a bubble to protect him..."

One day Tony turns to Peter and asks if he wants something to eat or drink and Peter says

Peter: Ohhhhh, THAT'S why my vision is blurry the whole afternoon, hahaha

Tony:... uh?

Peter: I forgot to eat

Tony: WHAT!? IT'S 12:45 PM!? YOU HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING ALL DAY!?

Peter: Yep, ops haha, I'm gonna drink a glass of water

Tony: THIS IS NOT EVEN NEARLY ENOUGH!?!?!? I'M ORDERING 3 PIZZAS AND YOU'RE EATING THEM!!!!

Peter: But I'm not hungry...

Tony: !?!?!?!? HOW!?

Since then, Tony forces Peter to eat something every time they meet, Peter thinks this is excessive, Tony thinks that if he doesn't do this Peter will die-

[plethorawrites]

ahh your recent clark kent drabble has me so dizzy ,, him begging you not to make noise and he’d probably force his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, your little gags probably wouldn’t be much better, but better for him than hearing your moans 😩

MY PHONE FLEWWW FROM MY HAND WHEN I SAW THIS!!! But I absolutely see the vision! (This was longer and more explicit than planned. Oops? If anyone asks, I didn't write this and if you know me irl... please alert me so I can off myself)

Clark Kent, who adores having that little loft space in the barn because it's the perfect quiet spot for you and him to spend time together when his parents are home or you just don't want to risk getting caught. His couch is pretty comfortable too, so when he lays you down on it, it's more than enough space for you, even if he's barely able to fit on top of you.

It's usually peaceful, the two of you with just just enough privacy to make some noise without getting caught and just enough lack of it to add to the thrill of being in front of an open barn window while you're vertical. Despite not really fitting on it, he wouldn't dare complain when he had you laying under him, your legs intertwined with his, head tilted back against the arm rest as you held onto his neck.

If freezing time was one of his powers, he'd use it right then and there to memorize everything about this moment—your open lips, which were puffy from him biting on them and the bruises darkening on your neck as the seconds passed. The messy strands of your hair sticking to your face, which was flushed and glowing in the dim lighting. It's like his own persona heaven.

Or, it was, until he heard the barn door slide open.

He'd tried to stop, when he heard it, honestly, he did. Clark could see your eyes snap open, panic replacing your bliss, and wanted desperately to make you go back to babbling his name again. But considering his dad was below them, searching for something, that seemed like a bad idea.

After a few moments of complete stillness, he couldn't handle it anymore, and regardless of the risk, held your hips as he slowly went back to what he was doing, thrusting in and out of you. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyes trained on you as you try, very weakly to quietly argue with him about pausing and getting dressed, but before your argument even fully leaves your lips it's cut off with a whimper.

He shushes you, his eyes getting serious the way they sometimes did when something was important to him. One of his hands left your hips to readjust the blanket that was loosely draped over both of your waists and thighs, bringing you a tad of comfort before another, much louder moan, left your lips.

His hand immediately went to your mouth, his teeth clenching as he panted heavily, pressing his face to your neck, sucking another hickey on it, before pulling away to look at you. Your eyes met his for a moment before they rolled back and your spine arched a bit.

"You're getting there, aren't you?" You whispered in your ear, feeling you fall apart for him. "Go ahead," he encouraged. "Just stay quiet." His hand dug further into your hip and another of your whines was absorbed by his hand. "Shhh, quiet," he said again. "You gotta be careful."

You were trying. Honestly.

You could hear his dad throwing boxes around, looking for something and struggling to find it. He pulled your leg up, wrapping it around his waist and the movement, the way you could feel him so much better made another, much louder moan leave your lips.

Clark winced, pressing his face to your neck to muffle himself as his hand pushed harder against your lips. Your hand gripped his wrist tightly and he cursed under his breath. "I know, I know you don't like having your mouth covered, I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing your cheek. "It's just for a little bit."

You shook your head weakly, protesting and he gritted his teeth, his head swimming as he tried to balance too many thoughts at once. His hand left your mouth, two of his fingers pushing past your lips. "Is this better?" He asked, panting against your neck as his fingers pressed down on your tongue, sliding into the back of your throat, making you gag.

The sound made him moan, and he buried his face against your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo for a moment. Your hand dragged down his back, and his head fell, pressing his forehead to your shoulder for a moment.

"That's it," he praised, his fingers sliding in and out of your mouth, exploring it. "So much quieter like this." Some box went thud against the floor below but all he cared about was the feeling of your tongue under the pads of his fingertips as they pushed towards the back of your throat, eliciting little gags from you. He lifted his head, kissing your forehead, your temple, your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

Clark's teeth sink into your shoulder as he reaches his climax, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible by biting down on your flesh, the sharp canine teeth causing you to yelp. His fingers forced their way so far back in your throat you felt like you were choking, but it successfully stole the sound of pain from your mouth.

His teeth left your skin after a moment and he soothed the area with his tongue, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "You're doing so well for me," he promised you, his fingers messaging your tongue as he felt your body go rigid under him. "Just like that, sweetheart. Keep gagging for me."

The next sound to leave your mouth was the loudest, but once again, his fingers swallowed the noise before it even left your mouth. They scraped the back of your throat, tears pricked in your eyes as you gagged, your entire body tensing up before going completely slack.

His fingers gently slid back out of your mouth and laid his head on your shoulder as his entire weight slowly crushed you. He buried his face in your neck, his hands finding your hair and threading through the locks.

"You're perfect," he mumbles, gently massaging your scalp, pushing your hair around, tangling it. "So damn perfect," he repeated again, out of breath and exhausted as he placed another kiss to your neck.

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