#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.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston my quant of billions

[mister-warmth]

I feel like at some point or another Munch has told Elliot that god took away his hair because he's not being a good enough catholic and got a desk lamp thrown in his general direction in reply from Elliot.

[telesodalite]

Once again thinking about random Cybertronian things.

Like how chaotic flight radios, ATC communications, road rage, and traffic jams and such could be with, ya know, a predominant amount of the vehicles being people

[skyblueartt]

Ummmm this is the quickest sketch of my life but I had an idea for Mrs Afton (Clara) and was like well fuck it. Never drew her so let’s do ittt. I like to make her not the best person either tbh, I MEAN she’s no child killer BUT YAPPING AHEAD ‼️

She cheats on William in 1980 (good for her) cuz his stupid ass would rather be hanging out with his “BUSINESS PARTNER” . Then they get divorced and home girl just dips LMFAO. Liz and Evan are super young/confused and Mike (13 or something maybe idfk) is pisssseddddd and doesn’t wanna see his mom. OOPS! You got stuck with your dad who goes onto to be a serial killer! Classic mistake </3

Etc etc Clara isn’t a bad guy, she’s just very human and flawed and I think that’s fun! Also I have mommy issues so I’m projecting

[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

[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~”