#they're both such dicks to eachother

[discountsoysauce]

This is gonna take a while to finish so here's some Eli & Marcella interactions from my outline bc I love them (with a single line about Victor)

[sophiethewitch1]

www!reader WILL call batman a pussy for not killing on her private twitter. she does it like every other day. its cathartic

[thekimspoblog]

Fanart of Wexler-McGill mediating Edward and Bella's divorce.

Thought bubble coming from Cullens: "See, why can't we have that? Perfect marriage, partners at every level, no weird gender role hang-ups, didn't rush into it with kids, able to settle disagreements like 2 people with brains"

Thought bubble coming from WM: "See, why can't we have that? Eternal youth, superpowers, suppressed capacity for remorse, the universe never punishes them for being garbage people, money and wish-fulfilment just rain from the sky inexplicably"

[asexualbert]

It's BEAUTIFUL

Hey guys what if we were all friends and held hands and danced and sang together. What then.

[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀uhm. chris eating cooch 🔥 nomnomnomno

warnings / SMUT hi... self explanatory. chris eats pussy, oral (f!receiving), afab!reader, sitting on face, they're in a bathroom errrrr yeah

"take off your panties," chris instructs hoarsely, voice low and throaty despite his mouth watering at the wetness dampening the thin fabric covering your core. his hands rub over your thighs, grasping at them tight like he'd die if he let go. and quite honestly, you knew he felt as if he would die if he took his hands off of you.

"take off—" you stammer for a moment, chest rising and falling in quickened breaths at the thought of being bare infront of him but also just because, well, he's on his knees beneath you, ready to eat you out like his life's depending on it. "yeah? yeah, okay," you muse, realising he'd guided your hands to the waistband. fingers curling into the fabric, you slide your panties down your thighs with an unmatched determination.

it makes him laugh. and he mutters quietly, "someone's eager, huh?" he squeezes your thigh tightly, shaking his head for a moment. though, when he sees you, without the fabric covering you, he groans softly. practically feeling the way his boxers tighten around him. he's a mess, the sight of your slick, puffy folds making his head spin.

"you look so fucking beautiful, angel," he mumbles, the urge to tug you down onto his face and just devour you literally palpable. though, he enacts the faintest bit of restraint and he doesn't. not yet, anyway. chris doesn't want to scare you.

instead—he leans his head in and he starts kissing at your inner thighs. feeling the your warmth so close to his face makes his cock twitch in his pants, his hand dropping to adjust himself for a moment. to give you a taste, no pun intended, of how he's feeling, he lets his hot breath fan against your sensitive skin with every bite and lick he makes on your thighs. chris looks up at you through his lashes, blue eyes piercing under the shitty lights of the bathroom.

"so soft too," god, he's obsessed with you and he knows it. absolutely obsessed, damn it. you're obsessed with him too, one hundred percent. your eyes linger over him. searching his gaze. fingers threading through his hair, you also have to enact self restraint to not bury his head in your cunt and make yourself see stars. since he's just right there. "says you," you mumble quietly, panting a little bit. "you look perfect."

the sound of his damn voice. fuck, fuck, fuck.

chris smiles against your thighs, tongue darting out against you for a moment to lick against your thighs. "you're even more perfect, y'hear me?" his eyes shut as your fingers scratch at his scalp gently, and he moans against you, sending another shiver down your spine. his breath ghosts against you, as he lets out a few pants of his own. it takes him a few moments to get back at the task at hand.

you moan when his breath hits your wetness, and you tug on his hair a little tighter. the look of him moaning against you makes you giggle, "guess we're both perfect then," you say as you shift your weight above him.

"mmh, we're perfect for eachother then, yeah?" the mixture of the thought of getting his mouth on you and the way you tug on his hair has both feelings going straight to his dick. however he wants to focus on you. "don't worry, baby," he coos, "gonna make you feel so good."

"make me feel good?" he swallows hard and nods at your words. hey. you're not complaining at all if he wants to do that. so you nod too, and affirm, "make me feel good." you push his hair from his face gently so it doesn't get in the way, eyes fluttering over his face for a minute.

chris is sure his mouth's watering by now, when you give him that permission. he runs his hands over your soft thighs, squeezing them tightly before he looks back up at you. "yeah? sit down for me then," he's gentle but firm.

you're surprised, confused even. it literally can't be what you're thinking but it most definitely is. the cheeky gleam in his eyes tells you exactly what he's thinking. "yeah, sit," he hums, hands sliding up to your hips so he could tug you down onto his face, but he doesn't do so yet. "c'mon, ain't gonna crush me."

you look at him skeptically. you're hesitant despite the fact you can feel air against you and his hot breath too and he's already seen your pretty pussy, so why on earth are you so terrified of sitting down on his face. "right, okay," you say mostly to yourself, "i'm gonna—yeah, okay, alright," you watch as chris sits back against the wall, looking up at you expectantly.

"c'mon, angel," he drawls.

and yeah, that's right when any resolve you had plus any fight literally dies within you and you're practically clambering towards him to plant yourself down on his waiting mouth. you splay your hands against the bathroom wall, trying to grab onto at least something to steady yourself. a yelp slips past your lips the moment he practically drops you down onto him, and a moan follows suit when you feel his nose nudging your clit.

chris doesn't miss a fucking beat—his tongue darting out to give you a sharp lick. "so fuckin' sweet," you taste like heaven, god, he's lucky. he grunts, hands grasping at your hips to push your drooling cunt further onto him. god, you're in heaven too at this rate. "shit, chris, oh, fuck me—"

"we'll get to that in a bit, i'm enjoyin' myself here," chris eats pussy like a fucking champ. like it's a professional sport and he's won the damn world championship at it. he can't take it, the pretty noises you make, shit. chris moans against you, making long, broad licks across your wet folds, lapping up your slick. then, he moves in a little closer, once he's got you secured—he makes a heavy stripe with his tongue from your entrance to your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud of nerves once he gets there.

"fuck," you're panting, hips canting down against his face, up into his mouth to chase any drop of pleasure he's giving you. your thighs squeeze around his face, and he's so clearly content, willing to die right there between your legs. but you still need him alive, y'know, to repay the favour. "jesus fucking christ, how'd you—"

"just, just.. baby, shut up," you know what, you get it, and you nod. a laugh bubbles out from your throat, but it soon turns back into whimpery moans as he delves deeper into your wey heat. when he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking at it, you practically melt right there. with each lap of his tongue, you cant your hips towards his mouth, mewling each damn time.

"yeah, baby?" chris flutters his tongue over you. "you like that?"

"do i like that?" stupid question from him, to be honest, because you very clearly like it. those noises you're making? loud. you buck your hips down against him, the way he's eating you out sloppy and messy. but it fits him, fits you. plus, he's getting you off good. "shit, shit, fuck, m'gonna.. fuck."

"potty mouth, much?" though his voice is muffled, his hand swats at your thigh for a moment which only causes more of your arousal to ooze into his mouth as he laps at you. his grip on your thighs shifts, and he changes his position a little to get you to come on his face. he's got a very one track mind at the moment.

"just shut up," your hands in his hair tug him up into your pussy a little more, just to get him to focus on eating you out. "yes, ma'am," he mutters, all amused, into you. he rocks you down against his mouth, his tongue dragging over you in quickened paces. the moment he feels your thighs start to tremble, and the sound of your gasp? yeah, he's done for too, and he buries his head against you more just to feel the way you squeeze his head with your thighs.

"that's it, there we go, there she fuckin' is, shit.." you practically gush on his face, leaving him and his mouth soaked with your arousal. your head's spinning, the pressure in your abdomen finally bursting in the most pleasant way possible. he's on cloud nine. he really doesn't wanna pull you off, but he fears if he stays there he'll end up working you up into overstimulation and he wants to save that for another time.

"you still breathin' down there?" you ask, voice almost timid as you recover from your orgasm, the tiniest bit embarassed.

he lifts his hand up, giving you a quick thumbs up, "barely." hell, good enough for you.

taglist ／ ⋆ ۪ @pettydollie, @dayzeandhaze, @mattslolita, @https--roman, @httqvi ( i need an official taglist LMFAO i DONT know who to tag anymore lmk abt the taglist thanks pookasmooks................ )

[annoyed-at-things]

i imagine damian and jason having a 'friendly' rivalry and doing things just to compete with eachother (its how they bond) and they realize the only thing they have even ground on is affection from tim - he seems at an okay level of affection with the both of them but when they look at his relationships with dick, bruce and literally everyone else they're so far behind.

so of course they make it a competition. tim knows something's up but dick keeps saying its fine because they're being kind to him (that's the problem dick)

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about the Batkids being clingy to Bruce.

Do you ever get that untamable tsunami of tears when you're apart from your parent? Even if you fight, and argue, and resent eachother sometimes, but when they're not next to you you feel like a part of you is missing?

It's like that.

Dick cries after Bruce every single night when he moves to Bludhaven. They're both trapped in a game of who'll call first, despite knowing very well neither of them will.

Yes, he's crushing it as Nightwing. Yes, he's doing what Bruce thought him to do, -- be better than Batman. Yes, he's perfectly normal about his Tati being so far away from him. He is.

Jason? Jason misses Bruce when they're in the same room together. He'll sit awake in the breath of night, his phone in hand, crying after Bruce after a single day.

This is for the angst side.

On the other side, Jason who begs Bruce to let him join Diana on this year's Amazonian Olympics, and having to pretend he's not crying in his pillow every night? Please.

Bruce: Are you having fun?

Jason, sending a puffy eyed selfie, looks like he cried all night: You're not here, so yes

[konigsblog]

cw: recording

your two neighbours, soap and price, fighting for you.

of course, price is older and more mature. he has more experience in life, and can hold back his anger more. on the other hand, soap is more lively, you're more likely to have fun with johnny rather than john as he'll actually adventure out of his comfort zone, fuck you when he's mad and give you some experience with a rough, restless man.

price doesn't even view him as a man though; he's ‘too immature’. they're both rivals for your love, desperate to prove themselves to you in the hopes you'll choose them over the other.

while johnny has a view of your bedroom, watching the way you finger and fuck yourself down onto dildos, price has a view of your bathroom, watching soap run down your tits, covered in the foamy bubbles. they might even share these photos and videos of them perving on you with eachother, ignoring their rivalry just for more porn material.

soap makes an effort to come over to yours, have the occasional hookup and send you dick pics with the caption being about you. sometimes a video, with his grunting in the background, his hard cock twitching in his hand. but, price provides something johnny doesn't; aftercare. johnny fucks and leaves, while price takes his sweet time working you and watching you come undone on his fingers before easing inside. he's gentle, tender — it's lovemaking rather than a quick fuck... he hears you beg for an orgasm, for his cum, for his babies..

and when johnny gets sent the recording of this, he can't help but feel bitter and envious. grinding his teeth together and jerking off to the video, using it as material to jerk himself off. listening to the way you cry out ‘john’ over and over again, only making him hotter and even harder and the thought of being in price's position, fucking that pussy and being begged with. :3

[inez-winchester-cameron]

omg pls write more of what you just posted of rafe with that age gap it's sooo hot 😭 like something about the reader being bratty on purpose and sassing him

cw: dark!rafe x younger!reader, 29 and 19, non-con/rape, drug use, intoxicated reader, talks of free use and public sex, abusive relationship

note: is this too dark, yes or no

rafe HATES when you disobey at parties. ever since you two have started dating, you have a bad habit of misbehaving at parties to get more attention from rafe. whether that be overdrinking, snorting coke, smoking weed, or flirting with other guys. all of these being things that you KNOW rafe disapproves of.

tonight, it happened to be a mix of all of them. you went to the restroom and came back to rafe talking with one of his ex girlfriends, sofia. you completely being oblivious to the fact that he was telling her off. you huff and head back into the room where topper and kelce sit.

they're doing lines and drinking, sitting on opposite sides of a loveseat.

"hey, y/n, have a seat," topper politely greets you, gesturing to an empty chair beside the loveseat but you smile and sit inbetween topper and kelce. they give eachother a look but say nothing.

"whatcha guys doin?" you ask, looking over toppers shoulder as he sets up a line.

"coke, nothing you should concern yourself with."

"yeah rafe would kill us if he knew you were anywhere near this," kelce comments.

"hes too busy bein up sofia's pussy to care. can i do a line?"

kelce and topper both look at you at this comment, a little shocked. they knew rafe and how loyal he was to you, he never even so much as entertained another girl.

"you saw him up her pussy?" kelce asks, confused.

"well no but- it doesnt even matter, just let me do a line."

"sweetheart i dont think-" topper starts.

"pleaseeeeee?" you beg, giving him puppy eyes.

topper sighs and glances to kelce who shrugs. eventually topper responds, "okay fine, sweetie, but you cannot tell rafe."

"i won't, promise! ill even pinky promise if you want!"

topper stares at you for a moment, finding your innocence both endearing and hot at the same time. too bad you aren't his. topper sets up a line for you and gently guides you onto your knees in front of the table. he gives you the dollar bill and guides you as you snort it. you let it sit for a minute, not feeling anything, then it hits. and you want more.

"again!" you say, looking at topper, feeling your brain begin to buzz.

"yeah no i don't-"

"what the fuck are you doing?"

your eyes shoot to the doorway. rafe stands there, arms crossed, hair messy, blood on his knuckles, and he looks pissed.

"rafey!" you greet him, trying to pretend you didn't just snort cocaine. you stand up, swaying, and subsequently falling back onto the couch.

"what the fuck guys?" rafe questions, walking over to you. he looks pissed, "how much did you give her?"

"just a line, man, she asked for it. quite literally," kelce speaks first and topper agrees.

"i didn't know you don't let her do that man, im sorry-" topper defends himself and rafe shakes his head, calming down a bit.

"nah you're good, man. it's her fault. come on, princess, we have some business to discuss." rafe says through gritted teeth, roughly grabbing your arm and heading to his room. once you're upstairs and away from people, he starts scolding you, "what the fuck were you thinking? you know so much better than that."

"you were talking to Sof-"

"yeah i was telling her to go suck a fucking dick. then i beat the shit out of her boyfriend for calling you a whore. but maybe he was right, you don't think about anyone but yourself, huh? always just assuming. saw the way you were staring at top." rafe speaks with no sympathy and you two slip into his bedroom. he presses you down onto the bed, holding your hands behind your back as he flips your little skirt up, "no panties? you fucking serious? god what is wrong with you? you stupid little whore."

you hear his belt unbuckle and your head continues buzzing from your high. soon enough, you feel his cock, pushing into you. it's immediately too much.

"rafe-! no no no-"

"don't tell me fucking no, bitch. act like a whore, get treated like one. maybe i should've just fucked you downstairs," rafe starts, setting a fast pace with his thrusts, not hearing any of your protests, "or maybe i should tie you up down there, let all these drunk men use your holes since you wanna disobey. i think that's a fair punishment, huh? i try to be nice and defend your honor and you make eyes at two of my best friends. fucking bitch."

"rafe i didn't- i don't want this- stop!" you beg but rafe doesn't care. he simply tugs your hair in response as you start crying. your head is pounding and it's all too much.

"that's it, cry for it, bitch. this is my fucking pussy and i'm gonna use it when i want. now whine one more time and i'm gonna make this pussy free use to the entire island."

you whimper and stay quiet in response. you think about leaving rafe, but you can't, you love him and maybe you even secretly loved being fucked against your will.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

i really like battinson version of batman, but then make him a dilf, and give him multiple angry sunshine children(dick, pre-death Jason,steph) then give him weirdly preppy murder children( cass, tim, jason )and give him this one kid who everyone thinks is the sane one but he's actually just as crazy and really just gets more sleep that the others(Duke)and then give him a small version of him and his Assassin kinda-wife cause he realised that when they kinda got married they didn't really divorce eachother,who is also emo/Goth( Damian) (like omg)(they're literally the only one who share a sense of style) (I'm dying cause what is the duo of preppy goth father and son I love you both so much)

Also make him kinda lankey but also shredded cause of "I'm Batman" but give him REALLY broad shoulders and he has this little extension thingy on the shoulder pads so they get even more BROADER to make him look more bigger and shadowy when he moves around but really it's just because I want his cape to hang around him with a lot of space between his cape and body so that his batchildren can hide under there no matter what size they come in , and another reason why batman never misses doing leg along with his other routines is so that his angry batchildren can hug his leg so he can carry them around like one of them jueachy drop leg bags

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I've seen a lot of people comparing Huskerdust to a healthy version of Stolitz and it's kinda got me thinking... Staticmoth as the evil fucked up version of Fizzmodeus.

THINK ABOUT IT!!!!! The parallels between Val and Ozzie are obvious. Like that man wants to be Ozzie so bad it's insane, from the way he dresses to the way he decorates to straight up OWNING A ROBO FIZZ, Val clearly wishes he was the embodiment of Lust. But are there parallels between Vox and Fizz? Actually, surprisingly yeah. They're both showmen, like aggressively so. They're very public figures, with their face all over every product in Hell(albeit Vox is doing it a lot more purposefully then Fizz). Fizz's antagonism towards Blitzø is actually pretty reminiscent of Vox's towards Alastor(except Fizz and Blitzø have a lot more baggage lmao), and they even share some aesthetic similarities! Specifically the colors of Fizz's robotic limbs matching Vox's overall color scheme. Which speaking of robots, that's probably their biggest similarity overall: they're both partially made of technology. I hesitate to say cyborg because Idk how much that applies to Vox, since object heads aren't typically classified as cyborgs as far as I know, and we don't actually know how much of Vox is organic(also cyborg is just one of those words I have an inexplicable dislike of Idk-), but like. Think cyborg I guess. Like Vox is a LOT more of a dick and probably doesn't have a very tragic backstory? Maybe? Unclear. But the similarities are undeniable.

Okay, now that individual parallels are out of the way, how could their relationship to eachother parallel Fizzmodeus? Starting with baseline aesthetics: they got the height difference. It's not as dramatic as Fizz and Ozzie's but TO BE FAIR, Huskerdust are the same way(their height difference is obvious, but not as massive as Blitzø and Stolas'). Staticmoth is also very buisness-partners-with-benefits and some hints at deeper feelings, which is how we were introduced to Fizzmodeus. I don't think Val and Vox feel the need to hide their romantic feelings? But tbh it could go either way we haven't seen much of their dynamic yet. That's kinda where the similarities I could spot find because see previous sentence, so let's move onto the differences!

I think a good way to breakdown what makes Staticmoth toxic Fizzmodeus is actually by bringing Alastor and Blitzø back in to compare and contrast how Val handles Vox's rivalry with how Ozzie handles Fizz's. In Radio Killed the Video Star, the only reason Val tells Vox that Alastor is at the hotel is to piss him off. He clearly enjoys Vox's reaction, and keeps egging him on. Teasing him about it. Which like, friendly teasing between partners is well and good, but Val is clearly just doing it cause he wants to see a fight and doesn't care about how distressed Vox is about this. Vox goes off on his own and sings a fuckin banger, gets publically humiliated, causes a massive blackout. Val doesn't really do shit to help him out, just kinda sits there and. Idk watches? Unclear what the other Vees are actually doing because most of Stayed Gone takes place in funny TV land where Vox is capable of bending reality to his whim for the sake of visual interest. But what Val is actively doing during the musical number isn't important so who cares. What's important is that he egged Vox on, convinced him that confronting Alastor right then was a good idea, and then just sat back as Vox got so pissed off he had a meltdown. Which I SWEAR I'm not trying to dramatize this scene it just sounds really fucking bad when you write it all down from this perspective. I think it's also worth noting that all of this is DIRECTLY AFTER Vox did the exact opposite for Val, calming him down so he doesn't make a fool of himself in public.

Meanwhile compare that to how Ozzie handles Fizz and Blitzø's relationship. During House of Asmodeus, once Fizz realizes Blitzø is there, he starts publically roasting him about how shitty his love life is. Ozzie encourages him, and even gives him a little congratualtions in the background when Verosika joins in for changing the subject, but the difference here is that House of Asmodeus takes place in a much more controlled environment, so it's less likely either of them will have to face consequences for being assholes. There's also how Ozzie's encouragement is just a lot more genuine. Like "yeah babe, go insult that guy who traumatized and abandoned you whoo!" rather then "hey hey look there's that guy you hate. You should go fight with him lmao show him who's boss." Then there's the ending. At the end of both Stayed Gone and House of Asmodeus, Vox and Fizz eat shit and die. Don't worry they're both fine like immediately after, but while in House of Asmodeus Ozzie immediately rushes over to Fizz to make sure okay, we uh. Do not see Vox interact with anybody but Alastor in the direct aftermath of his eating shit and dying, which is fair because he's in his weird little gamer cave. Then we skip straight to the Vees having a meeting to decide what they're gonna do about Alastor, and we don't really know what any of them were doing in the interim between the end of Stayed Gone and the meeting, so uh this part of the comparison kinda falls flat. But again something worth noting is that Val just straight up. Does not care about Alastor during the meeting scene. He's sitting there bedazzling his fucking gun BY HAND with school glue and rhinestones, not even paying attention to the meeting, despite being the one to get Vox all riled up about Alastor IN THE FIRST PLACE.

In short: Val encourages Vox to fight Alastor without thinking it through, doesn't bother to help out during the actual fight, and then immediately stops caring the moment the fights over. Meanwhile Ozzie, while encouraging Fizz to pick on Blitzø, backs him up the whole time, and while still supportive of his boyfriend, doesn't actively encourage Fizz to do things that would get him hurt. Ozzie also supports Fizz by refusing to let Blitzø have an Asmodean crystal because he knows Fizz wouldn't like it! Which is the exact opposite of pissing your partner off on purpose so you can watch a fight!!! And if that isn't enough evidence for you, then uh. I guess you could compare how Val treats... just everybody around him, really, with how Ozzie does(but that's more individual character analysis than relationship analysis). Or you could talk about how fed up with Val's shit Vox clearly is in comparison to the mutual support of Fizzmodeus. Or how. Val throws a glass at Vox. And breaks his phone. And then Vox has to scream in his face to get him to listen-

Idk how to end this so uh. DEMON ATTACK RAH!!! 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

[poppy-metal]

wow tashi and patrick listening to you and art sloppy fucking each other crazy for hours… all the dirty talk and lewd noises and culmination of pent up emotion and hormones. the emotional reunion sex is the hottest thing they’ve ever heard they’re holding their breaths the whole time and they’d look at you both a little different after

they're touching eachother and getting off to the sounds and tashi has her ear pressed to the wall - she would rather be watching to be honest - but she knows how important it is for you to have this moment just between the two of you. patricks big palms are cupping her tits and hes rubbing his hard cock against her ass as they both listen to art fuck you -

it's too passionate and forceful to be called lovemaking - too romantic to be pure fucking either - something in-between to be sure - and god, the sounds you make. high and needy - repeating arts name over and over again - before your voice gets muffled by what can only be arts mouth on yours - his moans are just as desperate as yours - more desperate than she's ever heard - the headboard clacks against the wall and she can tell he has you in missionary - she just knows - something about the way your skin sounds slapping against eachother, can only be accomplished when your chest to chest and hips are between your legs - pounding inside -

there are whispered frantic words she can't make out and probably that's a good thing- those intimate details aren't for her to know. when patrick slides a hand inside her panties he find her soaking wet and she bites her lip - her husbands lips brushing her ear - "you're so turned on by listening to them fuck." and of course she is, she'll be a fucking river between her legs when she finally gets to see it.

"shut up and fuck me." she tells him - grinding back against his hard dick - sighing when he slides her panties to the side and sinks inside her, thick and hot. places her palms on the wall you're getting fucked on the other side of and imagines your palms on the wall too, braced there so you can fuck back on arts cock - eager for it inside you after all the time you'd spent away -

sometime soon she hopes she can kiss you, slide her tongue in your mouth when you're getting fucked - by art, by patrick even, so she can feel your moans vibrate on her tongue.

right now this is enough though, circling her hips back on patricks dick - listening as art makes you cum again and again and again -

[specsthesecond]

I looooooooove FWB

I know it has lots of toxic potential and that's great if that's your thing but I love the chill buddies getting off together stuff.

I love the idea of being best friends with someone and just deciding to help eachother out, yknow?

Like maybe it starts with one teaching the other how to do a specific thing like suck dick or eat pussy. Maybe it's cus one friend just really wants to lose their virginity already and wants to do it with someone they trust. Maybe they both just need a good fuck and they're together all the time so why not.

I just love the mix of platonic love and sexual tension.

Like playing video games which leads to the winner getting to fuck the loser... And then going back to playing again.

Chilling at each other's houses in barely any clothes, random sleepovers, cuddles, eating out together and then having a quickie in the car, swapping clothes, betting on who can last the longest. ALL OF IT.

I love platonic intimacy and I love platonic intimacy that can be sexual.

(also I feel like a lot of FWB stories kinda just forget the "friends" part and just jump to the angst or sex without showing how they're even friends)

[chrissv4mp]

8 or 9 with matt! ❤️

9 — { holding } their shoulder for stability.

10 — { kissing } the marks you left on them.

a/n: there was another request with no. 10 & they're right next to eachother, so i just figured, why not combine them into one?

matt's eyes were trained in yours, and the way they rolled back, his hands rubbing your bare waist affectionately. he watched with a smile as you lost yourself bouncing on his dick, moaning at every movement you made. he only added to both of your pleasure by bucking his hips up every so often.

he found amusement in the way your hands struggled to decide on where to stay, moving from the sheets to his chest to his hair. then, when your legs began to shake, you finally found the perfect spot.

your hands held onto his shoulders, gripping them tightly as if you took them off, he would disappear. and maybe that is what you thought, due to being so deep into that subspace that matt had always somehow brought you in.

he cooed reassuring words into your ear as you rest in the crook of his neck, whining and whimpering at how good he was making you feel. when you finally got the strength to open your eyes again, the purple marks on his neck were the first thing you saw. he looked so pretty with them, and they made it seem like he belonged to someone. like he belonged to you.

matt guided your hips now, seeing as your legs shook so much you could barely do anything by yourself anymore. all you were capable of now was kissing his neck and the marks you left behind previously. you were so rough with him earlier, and now you were just as submissive and soft.

your kisses were gentle, feather-light even, and matt shuddered at the feel of your soft lips on his neck once again.

a/n 2: being on this app made me realize how freaky people really are.... (no cause me too!!)

[havendance]

In the secret good version of Spyral that lives in my head, Dick and Helena get together because they're both undercover for separate reason and they're the only person in the organization who really know eachother. So they kiss about it. And probably break up as soon as they get out.

[dairy-farmer]

Tim's a strong independant business-vigilante who needs no man 😤 But that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a loving domestic house husband who welcomes him home with a hot meal and a backrub 🥺

Which DC-boy do you think would retire for the chance to be Tim Drake's live-in boy toy?

I personally have soft spot for domestic jaytim as I think it could be genuinely healing for Jason to be valued for something other than his capacity for violence, while at the same time taking care of someone. Tim having someone waiting for him at home who wants to spend time with him and take care of him is also something I think about. Just being supportive partners, but also providing eachother with what they didnt get in their childhoods.

It's also fun to think what kind of events or character development it would take to contrive any other hypercompetent independant vigilante to become Tim's stay at home spouse

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!!!!! the thing that i love about jaytim is how both jason and tim- outside of the whole robin and vigilante thing are both characters who desperately long for the stability of a normal loving household!!!

and the two of them are united in this because both dick and bruce had been able to enjoy the love of a functional family before tragedy befell them- but jason and tim?

their very family units were fractured though in a different manner. for jason poverty, violence, and drug addition were the things that made it so he was denied the ability to have that soft existence he longed for even after bruce took him in. and tim? tim did not grow up with those threats the way jason did- the very opposite. tim grew up in a wealthy family with parents who were at the top of their careers and who didn't appear to have any sort of substance or deep issues that would have caused tim great instability. and yet tim still grew up lonely because his parents sent him to boarding schools, rarely bonded with him once he was no longer a baby, and often didn't see him- leaving his rearing to be done by teachers, maids, and eventually bruce. tim wanted a family that stayed with him and that performed all those 'family' things he'd see like talking to him during dinner, recognizing his accomplishments and just generally being there and supportive and taking an interest in him.

both jason and tim are two sides of the same coin! they're both people who WANT a family who loves them and who understands them and who won't leave or betray or hurt them. and if jason and tim found each other and saw how similar their wants were and that the other was someone who could give them what they've wanted for so long- they'd fall into it so fast.

jason being a 'housewife' suits him because deep down he is not this person who wants to be rough and violent- every thing he is as red hood is the result of what has been done to him and how he feels he has been failed. all jason really longs for is security. and being timothy drake's house wife grants that. he doesn't have to worry about the roof over his head, his meals, his safety: all those are taken care of by tim. tim who only asks that he be there when he comes home.

a match made in heaven i tell you.