#hes too busy thinking of dick

[lumyl]

kaveh and alhaitham maybe

[meowkunas]

Sukuna likes to make you cry.

He's got you pinned underneath him with one hand clasping both of your wrists together. But you barely feel that. All you can really feel is him, filling you relentlessly.

"You're drooling." He sneers. "This is the only way to shut you up, huh?"

You think you whine something about how mean he's being in response, but it gets lost amidst other things. What started out as gentle affection from you has turned into this. It's not that you were being overly clingy today either, and you open your mouth to tell him so.

One of his hands slides down from your bare waist to your clit, brushing against it. It's the soft touch standing out against everything else that sends you spiralling through your first orgasm of the night. You're shaking, unable to catch you breath. And he's still going. It feels like he's touching you everywhere that's sensitive all at once, and sometimes he squeezes and sometimes he caresses your skin and—

"Wait—" You pant out.

"You're not overstimulated already, are you?"

He's asking a question that he already knows the answer to. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you try to decide whether it's too much or whether it's still not enough. All that talk earlier about wanting to satisfy Sukuna when it's always been you that's the insatiable one in this equation. He cups your cheek so you open your eyes to look at him. You can feel his finger wiping away a tear with his thumb, grinning down at you.

You don't even feel that he's flipped you over so that you're on top at first, too busy grinding your hips down to chase that feeling of pleasure again.

"There you are." He mumbles, gripping onto your thighs so hard that you know you'll still feel all of this tomorrow. "Come on, try harder."

[peachdues]

post-war!Levi’s wheelchair better have a lock on it because I’m climbing on top of him and making it roll all over the place otherwise —

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Some random superheroes debating whether or not Batman fucks: I mean there's no way Batman fucks, right? Man definitely doesn't fuck

Dick, who walked in on Bruce and Harvey together back when he was first adopted: -_-

Jason, who definitely heard one too many of Talia's stories about Bruce: -_-

Tim, who heard him with Selina after Bruce forgot to turn off his coms once: -_-

Damian, who recently had sex ed and knows exactly where he came from: -_-

Cass, who reads body language perfectly and while has never caught him in the act, has def seen him looking around: -_-

Steph, who accidentally saw some lewd messages when she stole his phone for a prank: -_-

Duke, who found out exactly what Bruce's penthouse is for in an unfortunate accident: -_-

Barbara, who has caught Bruce in inappropriate positions on security cams way too many times: -_-

[searchforahero]

roydicktim is so fun to me...

dick bringing tim to meet the teen titans and tim has such an obvious crush on roy, just in a constant state of being beet-red when roy talks to (or even looks at) him, asking him all sorts of questions about archery and convincing roy to "teach" him (despite definitely already knowing how to shoot).

dick is not impressed, obviously. wants roy to stay the hell away from tim, even though roy has no intention of pursuing tim in any way, but dick can't find it in himself to listen to reason because whenever he thinks of tim and roy all he can do is remember the image of roy leaning over tim's shoulder and positioning his hands on the bow while tim stood there awkward and flustered to hell.

fast forward years and years to bftc/brucequest and tim has hardly seen roy since he was younger, just every once in a while because of hero work, and he's not the type to go tripping over his feet because a cute boy looked at him anymore.

but he can still remember how mad dick got back then, and maybe he's mostly just sad now, when he thinks of dick, thinks of how they fought each other, how dick wouldn't trust him. but there's anger there too, deep and bitter betrayal, and it rears it's ugly head every once in a while, overpowering the loneliness and the sadness and everything else.

and he runs into roy by complete happenstance, and roy is still hot, and he's grown into his looks even more now than when dick used to bring him to visit titans tower, so really, he can tell himself it isn't about dick, he'd want to sleep with roy either way.

the next morning, he sends dick a selfie, smiling lazily at the camera with his hair splayed out on his pillow, roy's tattoos arm visible where it's slung over tim's chest, orange hair too-long and covering his sleeping face. captions it "look who i found :)" and promptly turns his phone off.

[superbat-lmao]

Jason’s comms aren’t working when he gets to the thick of the fight. Tim is facing off against some sort of discredited scientist with a fancy gun that shoots energy instead of bullets. Whoop-de-fucking-do.

The night of a fucking Arkham breakout.

Just his luck.

So Jason jumps into the fight until another fight basically crashes into them.

Jason is hiding behind cover and trying to find a clear shot when he hears it. The laughter.

He’d been doing better, controlling the pit, but suddenly it feels like green floodlights have been turned on and his vision is swirling. Someone is shouting but he can’t hear them over the kill kill kill.

There’s a sudden silence and Jason finally has a second to realize that’s not a good thing and when he looks back at the fight from behind cover he realizes that discredited crazy scientist is holding Tim with the ray gun pressed to his head and Bruce and Dick are trying to talk him down while the Joker is out cold at their feet. Nightwing is restraining him but clearly doesn’t want to take his eyes off the man holding a gun to Red Robin’s head.

Batman appears to be speaking to the man as quiet and calmly as possible. Which is of course when Mr. Discredited spots Jason and tenses all over, trying to back away.

Jason stands, but stays where he is.

Batman and Nightwing seem shocked to see him, given how they both went still when he entered their periphery, and he realizes that he’s only in a domino and Tim must’ve been too busy to convey much over the comms.

Without his vocoder, Jason asks in the closest approximation of his old Robin voice, “What’s the gun even do?”

The guy turns towards him and Jason hopes Batman is able to get closer if he’s serving as the distraction. It’s been a while since he’s tried to act out this narrative, and never while fighting down the odd echoes in his head telling him the Joker is right there and chanting kill kill kill kill.

“It’s a permanent solution! It will fix everything! If I could just prove -“

“Hey man, if you’re looking for someone to use a permanent solution on, we got a spare rogue right here? Why pick one of the Bats?”

“It’s not about them! I didn’t,” he seems to finally realize who Nightwing is restraining and says, “Jesus is that the fucking Joker?”

Alright, so Jason’s finding himself hoping the guy is better at science than his observational skills, or whatever skill level allows Tim to walk away and not end up all glowy and gone.

“Yeah man, seriously. What do you have against the Bats and not the rogues?”

“Well it’s not like I had access to Arkham! But now that you say it-“

Batman was surging forward but the gun was no longer aimed at Red Robin. The body that Nightwing had restrained was engulfed in a flash of light and then gone.

The gun was out of the man’s hands and Red Robin was stumbling towards Nightwing. Jason felt numb. Maybe he was smiling. He had no clue what his face looked like.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Do you know what you just did?”

“What? The Joker’s dead and gone - permanent solution. What’s wrong with that?”

“Hood, if you’d fucking heard Oracle over comms you’d know the man was experimenting with dimension travel! Now we have to go retrieve the fucking Joker!”

“Oh shit.”

***

In a different warehouse, in a different universe, Bruce Wayne stands alone in a room lit by a single bulb. There’s a man tied to a chair in front of him covered in blood. There are teeth on the ground.

A bloodied and stumbling man covered in white paint and an exaggerated smile flashes into the room. He’s looking about, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. He sees Wayne and grins.

“Hello, Brucie. Fancy seeing you here!”

“How did you make it past my guards?”

“What? Oh, you’d have to ask the Bats. Seen any ultra-serious assholes in spandex come through here? Anyways, what’re you up to? Beating a man to death?”

“Getting one to talk. As I’m assuming I’ll have to make you do in a moment. Nightwing!”

The last part was a shouted order and a smiling Dick Grayson came into the room moving with the grace of a shark, fluid and predatory.

“We’ve got unexpected company. Maybe a witness. Could you take him?”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

“Nightwing? Are you telling me Nightwing is Dick Grayson? Where the hell am I?”

“You know his name?”

“Where I’m from Nightwing is one of the Bats.”

At the blank look the men’s faces he adds, “You know, the fucking vigilantes of Gotham. Running around pretending to be heroes. Batman? Nightwing? The other little birdies?”

Bruce Wayne goes rigid at the mention of others.

“What other birds?”

“Oh you know, Robin! There’s been at least three more of those goddamn brats since I killed the second one. And what a pleasure it will be to-“

He’s cut off by Dick Grayson grabbing him under the collar and hauling him off his feet.

“You ever had a crazy like this before, Boss?”

There was something cold and calculating on Bruce’s face.

“No. But I think I have an idea of where he came from. Could you pass me your piece?”

One of Dick’s hands reached behind him and removed the gun he had secured.

“You’re telling me that where you’re from you killed Robin?”

All he got was a wheeze as a response. There was a frantic look in the man’s eyes.

“Well, how fortunate you’re here now.”

There was a single, silenced, shot.

“Can you handle the body? I’m almost done here. Then we can go find the boys and update them. Take a blood sample before you’re done.”

“Sure thing. See you back at the manor.”

“Be safe, son.”

[bruciemilf]

Supernatural Au

Bruce is a hunter looking for the demon who killed his parents. Clark is the angel of the Lord sent from heaven to protect the Right Man.

Bruce doesn't want the angel's protection, and Clark experiences too much human emotion in contact with Bruce. But Bruce is much more than the Right Man. He will be the reason for Clark's Fall.

Oo! I raise you this tho; Bruce runs an orphanage for little supernatural babies and Clark "hunts" down parents for them. They've been friends for years, dancing around eachother, oblivious to loving stares and longing looks. But the kids certainly aren't.

[silverloreley]

So, is it a red flag if a boy thinks I'm "justifying Loki's evil" when I was simply explaining the events and trauma leading to it, given the fact he admitted he doesn't remember the first movies so his reasoning wasn't solid to begin with?

Also, he pulled out the "not all men" defense in another discussion in which I was mostly joking about a very funny 6yo girl saying "men understand nothing and are useless" which led to me thinking he's more stereotypical than I worried about.

Definitely not going to give him any opening, even if he'd been chasing me for a while.

[fuckgrips]

i'd fuck a muppet

[introspectivememories]

literally can't stop thinking about mafia!bernard and police informant!tim

it got too long for the tags

bear's in the mafia for whatever reason

and tim is part of a police team called idfk the bats

anyway bear's mafia is getting too big and they need sm1 on the inside. enter tim.

tim is a police legacy. his dad was a policeman and so was his father's father and on it goes

and he might've made it onto captain wayne's team but he's desperate to prove to the force that he's not a fuckin nepo baby

so he takes the job. enter bernard who only meets tim after he's been on the mission for a year now.

bear quickly takes a liking to this new recruit who's efficient and smart and has the tiniest waist he's ever seen.

and tim goes along with this liking cause hey information from the top will be more valuable right?

and they fall into this fuckbuddies relationship that quickly becomes way more. because like fuck bear looks at tim like he's worth smth

like he's more than what his parents have set out for him. like he's somebody. like he loves tim for tim. and not for what tim can do for him.

and fuck he loves bear and his smiles. the way his eyes crinkle and his gums show. he loves the way bear looks with a gun in his hands and he knows that's fucked up but the first time he saw bear with a gun in his hands and blood splattered across his face he had to actively stop himself from jumping bear in front of the mafia. and no matter how rough bear is when he's on the field he always caresses tim's cheeks with a softness tim didn't know was possible

and fuck his dick is massive and it's really not helping tim's feelings. and he knows he's compromised and fuck cpt. wayne probs knows too

but shit bear holds him like he's precious. bear looks at him like he loves him. bear twines their bodies together like he'll die if they part

bear whispers sweet nothings into his ears as they fall asleep and it'll break him when he has to give bear up but he's always been selfish

he'll keep this for as long as he can. (please lord let him have this.)

and on bear's end he really only becomes interested in this new recruit when he watches the boy deliver 10 backhanded compliments in a row

and nobody pick up on it. it takes 3 months before bear figures out that tim's a spy and still he keeps seeing him

bc it doesn't matter that tim'll be his downfall. it doesnt matter that tim doesnt really love him or care about him. that it's only a mission for tim bc tim is the best thing bear's life.

he is the sun to bear's moon. the first word on his lips when he wakes up and the last when he goes to sleep.

and he loves every version of tim -- when he's caustic and biting, when he's blissed out in bed covered in the marks bernard left, when he's laughing, when he's crying

every version on tim is a version he likes. and one of these days, his pretty bird is going to have to leave their nest but at least bear can hold tim until then

at least bear can press promises into his thighs. at least he can whisper his devotion into the crook of tim's neck. at least he can leave marks on tim -- lovebites on his neck, handprints on his thighs and hips -- a tapestry that says "i was here. and i loved him. i love him and i am here."

but until that day comes, bear will work on quitting smoking and turning his favorite safehouse into a home for them.

(please lord, just let him have this. just let him have tim.)

[oifaaa]

I love how you wrote “crying” in the latest baby jason art, the y and g look like they have little fishes there hehe. Sorry this is so random,,,also I love your baby jason uwu

I need to stop drawing baby jason he's literally all I've been drawing for two days now I need to draw other things

[seilon]

pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I don’t really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah

con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines

[roseworth]

if donald trump would embrace his true potential as a cunty twink on the streets of jersey i would be his #1 hag

[ladytauria]

BITTYBIRD!!! that’s so fucking cute i desperately need dick to call damian that immediately

i feel like damian’s face the first time he says it would be hilarious. THE most disgruntled cat expression.

“no. absolutely not.”

“what? what’s wrong with it?”

“everything. i demand you cease.”

“bittybird? are you serious, dickwing?”

“well, everyone else has a bird name! dami deserves one too.”

“i— and you cannot come up with anything else, richard?”

“nope! besides, it’s cute, like you~”

[synthshenanigans]

there’s one on here currently and they’re bringing back up old controversy (jashshipping)

Yeaa I saw that. They also seem to post a bunch of CJ related things, so I might make the daily photos one since there isn't one for just CJ screenshots/photos

[mangoisms]

I've literally been trying to think of anyone jason would like. be actual friends with and beyond bizarro and Artemis (and who knows if that is true now either) I genuinely. can't. I know people say kyle and Donna but they were just thrown together during countdown to final crisis right?

there was one person in his comics in rebirth named dana harlow! i don’t know too much but they knew each other as kids? and get reintroduced in red hood and the outlaws (2016) #51. but then the entire thing promptly ends at #52 so. not much! and i have also seen that stuff about kyle and donna too and cannot say much since i haven’t read it — though i would like to because of that relationship between the three of them, very curious about it. going off from just what i have seen and Vibes, it does seem fun but again, like you’re saying (defaulting to your judgment since i have not read it sadly) if they’re just thrown together and Never Mentioned Ever Again… it’s. yeah. yeah

there’s talia maybe?? but i don’t think that’s even a Thing now. and i’m too scared to see what they make of her relationship with him now. especially considering winnick had her and jason sleep together in lost days 🫤 i pretend i do not see it however but in a perfect world, it would be fun and interesting if they could’ve kept a platonic/mother/son relationship between them….

but basically, the outcomes for jason’s tally of Actual Friends is. uh. not good 😭