#woc headcanon

[praxcrown5]

Carstober Prompt #8: Lost Cargo

"Young'un, these things happen."

Hud averted his gaze, so embarrassed about today's mishap that he wanted to bury himself in a hole.

He had been standing in for Otto on thier most recent run, seeing as the old Ford Deluxe was garaged with a cracked axle. The group had been moving quickly along a rocky, mountain road. At some point, the vibrations had jostled his trunk latch to an open position. It only took him bottoming out on nasty dip, for the the lid to pop open...and everything within to fly out and shatter on the rocks. "You say that..."

"I mean it. Do ye think that Wilkis or Otto ain't never lost nothin'?"

Hud grumbled something under his breath and shuffled his tires, not willing to look Ghost in the face.

A few, silent moments passed. Then Hud felt a gentle touch on his left fender. "I know how ye feel. And I know you might not believe it, but I've lost product a many a time," He paused and closed his eyes, as if remembering something from long ago. "About the time I beginned runnin' for Smokey, I come upon a blockade durin' the tail end of the day. I was mighty tired, and I didn't want to be catched in the rain an' no shelter. I just broke to it as quick as I could, my engine a-screamin'. Took 'em by surprise, and busted through just fine...or so I thought. Unbeknownst to me, the collision broked my trunk latch. The next bump I hit caused everythin' to come a-flyin' out."

Hud chanced a look at the infamous tripper, and was surprised to see him looking right back at him, steel-grey eyes gentle and kind. "Mistakes and mishaps is a-part of life; it's how ye learn." He turned so that Hud could see his rear end. The trunk lid had been tied to his bumper with a length of sturdy cord. "I ain't never had another mishap like that, since, but old habits die hard. Any time I run, I tie my trunk closed. Never would-a learned that trick iffen I didn't fail."

A slight smirk began to tug at Hud's mouth. "Wish you'd have told me that before."

"Well, I reckon you gotta learn these things sometime; why not now?"

Hud pursed his lips.

"Anyhow, don't you worry none," Ghost waived his tire, trying to change the subject. "We'll get loaded up and try again. In the meantime, let Wilkis have a look at yer latch. He's a awful rim to work a wrench."

[imsofreakingtired]

sevika x korean reader

(aka the most self indulgent hc list i will ever write that probably no one will read lol)

compARING HAND SIZES AS FLIRTING DFKJDSKDJ

south korean beauty standards are rough as hell. sometimes you get insecure about the shape of your face, your nose, and wonder seriously if you should get plastic surgery. when you tell her, she takes your chin in her hand and tilts your face up to look you in the eye. "the face you have now is the face i fell in love with. don't change it."

you whisper all your deepest feelings to her in korean so often that she understands and replies “i love you too” in accented korean and instead of giggling you correct her pronunciation to tease her (your heart's melting on the inside) "it's NA-DO SA-LANG-HAE." "bitch-- i tried."

you call her “sevika 오빠” (oppa, “older brother”, the korean equivalent of “daddy”) when you’re feeling coy and want to make her flustered, but usually “언니” (unnie, “older sister”, affectionate term a younger woman uses for an older woman)

other things you call her in korean: "네 강아지" (my puppy) "멋있어" (handsome) "자기야" (babe) "바보" (dummy) (your favorite)

you never do aegyo to anyone but her, she pretends to hate it but always snickers when you pull the "pretend to get something from your pocket and shoot her with a hand heart" move

you teach her every conceivable korean curse word and she memorizes them at a genius pace. whenever she drops something or burns her hand you hear her whisper “ssibal” (fuck) in the most perfect non-accented korean and you lose it every time

taking long walks beside the han river, watching the cars pass by on the bridge and the glimmer of seoul 

picnicking in the mountains and feeding her kimbap (she will not eat it unless you hold it out to her like she’s a little kid)

she’s also obsessed w shin ramyeon like every time you go grocery shopping she just throws like three packs of those spicy instant noodles into the cart 

she also loves kbbq and insists on grilling the meat herself because she supposedly knows the “secret” to making perfectly grilled samgyeopsal

if she's drunk enough on soju she will consent to you dragging her into a private karaoke room. she sings like a professional but claims to remember nothing the next morning, so you desperately wish you had recorded her.

she will never be caught dead taking one of those cute couple pictures at touristy locations but when you ask her to take pictures of you she takes the job as seriously as if she’s a professional photographer

you manage to drag her into a photo booth once. just once

she tries on men’s hanbok and OH MY GOD 

the neighborhood kids love her like they jump around calling her “sevika 이모” (ee-mo, auntie sevika) and want to hang on her arm and tell her to flex her arm to feel the muscle, they follow her around and she sometimes gives them melon candy if she happens to have some in her pocket

swears she does not cry at k-dramas. she cries at k-dramas. 

also swears she does not like k-pop songs but then you hear her playing "antifragile" while working out

CAFE DATES CAFE DATES 

once had to hold you back from beating the absolute shit out of a guy who said a racist comment to her. you beat him up anyway. 

figures out the complicated-ass subway system after two tries. this amazes you to no end. she knows exactly when to get off and where to transfer trains even though every announcement is in korean or japanese. 

on rainy days: she holds the umbrella as you walk down the backstreets of seoul, watching the water slide off the leaves and listening to the lonely calls of cicadas, your arm wrapped around her waist, leaning on her shoulder.

...yea,,,, sevika x korean reader....... ...

divider by @cafekitsune !

[stargirlfics]

sweet as silk, just like lavender

Alfred Pennyworth can’t keep his hands off you even if he tried

1.3k words - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: semi-public sexual acts, exhibitionism

from this ask prompt: alfred being obsessed with having his fingers inside you at all times

He always had you so eager for these moments, even if you were shy to admit it, Alfred could always tell by the way you melted into the flex and curl of his fingers buried between shaking legs, that you loved this just as much as he did.

Muffled moans and the hushed curses that leave your parted mouth are just encouragement, the loveliest kind of reward for a man so enraptured by the way his fingers filled you this perfectly. 

It’s like you were made for him and must be why he can’t ever get enough. 

Always left aching with need at the thought of watching you unravel before him, sweet and sticky folds parting for a thick middle finger because he was far from undisciplined in taking the time to stretch you out, he liked to be thorough with you.  

And judging by the way you were already grinding your hips into the pump of his forearm, the slick mess from your pussy leaking around his knuckles, Alfred thought maybe he could fit in a third after all. 

“Please! Feels so good, oh god…” You’re pleading, unable to keep your body from chasing after his touch, desperate for more but also painfully aware of where you were. 

You were supposed to be keeping quiet, had promised you’d behave and not draw attention to the creaking wood of the reading bench tucked in this quiet section of Wayne Manor’s library.

It was just impossible to do so when he leaned in like he was doing now to hush your cries with his free hand.

“Oh fuck…look at you. So gorgeous when you do that.” He groans when your tongue suctions to the two fingers keeping your mouth occupied, pleased by the frantic little whimpers he could still hear in your throat. 

It makes him throb when he glances down to watch where your pretty, greedy cunt is taking what he was giving, gripping him so tight he doesn’t think he can stop. 

He’d never want to either, not when you look up at him with glossy eyes that begged for the release so close to crashing down over you now. 

You were addictive in every sense. 

The first time Alfred remembers doing this together in precarious places it was his office at work, the memory making him smile. 

It was his fault for getting you so worked up throughout the day, he could say that, but then there was one too many heavy looks exchanged, your enticing voice in his ear asking him to touch you and suddenly he was doing exactly that, nevermind locking the door properly. 

He had you on your hands and knees that time, right there on the sofa across from his desk, being only slightly firm with his tone when he scolded you for driving him crazy but really he wasted little time before his silver beard was tickling your thighs as he tasted you and teased your clit at the same time. 

“You’re all I think about, you know that darling?”

Rumpled waistcoat’s and ties be damned when you were bared for him, the urge to devour and savor, to give and push you was too compelling. He knew right then and there that you could reach back and grab his hair and he wouldn’t mind if you tousled it.

How could he when he’d finally slid a finger inside and watched your lashes flutter, the quiver of your shoulders, that lovely little gasp and all the moans that followed. 

No, he didn’t mind one bit, it was perfect, he even had to retrieve your underwear from between the cushions afterwards. 

You’re a bit less concerned about getting caught than he is but he thinks that’s part of why he loves getting you off like this, the thrill is exciting.

It makes his heart swell and his cock harden that you trust and desire him so much to let him keep you teetering on the edge for however long he wanted to keep you there and then hearing you beg like that, he wanted to earn every praise and cry for more. 

You always listened so well too, determined to be rewarded with a ride on his fingers, reminiscent of that time in his car where he’d made such a mess of you. 

The windows were just beginning to fog when he pulled away from a heated kiss to reach over the console, curious hands roaming underneath clothes. 

Until he was touching the soft velvet that was you, moving back in for another embrace with a growl on his lips that you swallowed without hesitation. 

“What am I gonna do with you, hmm? Feels like you’re about to come all over my hand and I’ve barely started.” 

You answered with a whine then, needing to grab his shoulder to steady yourself the tighter the tension inside you swirled until he was withdrawing his touch to taste your very essence off his fingers, uninterested in keeping you waiting any longer. 

Even in the awkward confines of a car he could curl his fingers just right, nudging against that sweet, spongey spot that made you melt into pieces, the pleasure climbing with each slow and measured push of his wrist. 

Alfred could be so gentle but intense, nearly overwhelming you with bliss and leaving you happy and hazy for hours after and nothing short of that was acceptable for him. 

He’d spend hours like that if he could. 

It’s why he’s got your legs pushed back almost to your chest in this private corner of the library now, your t-shirt bunched around your waist and presently what he was using as leverage to rock you back into his thrusts. 

“Think you’re ready, love?” 

“Yes, fuck yes please. I want it…want you so bad, Alfred.” 

The way you say his name cracks something open in him and he’s fitting a third finger next to the two already filling you to the brim. 

Pulsing and warm, the added stretch has you covering your mouth to stifle the noise threatening to rip loose from your chest but the ache of pleasure just seemed to grow spreading from your center to the tips of your pointed toes. 

“That’s it, there you are such a sweet little thing. Mmm, I’m proud of you, darling.” Alfred coos against the inside of your knee.

He can’t help but swell with pride, his eyes trying to commit the sight of you to memory. 

Dew beading up on your pretty, bronze skin and the taut tremble of your muscles as he picks up pace just a little, striving to make your head fall back against the stained glass window above you. 

In his mind you deserve to be immortalized in the glass too, the vision that you are. 

His forearm braces when you jolt into his touch, fingers pushing a little deeper and keeping that relentless pressure against your walls while his thumb rubbed soothingly over your clit, again and again. 

“Ohh thank you, I’m-shit I think I’m-“ You’re trying to warn him, caught off guard by the sudden grip around your hips with his other hand, effectively keeping you in place. 

He doesn’t have to say a word, knows you’ll be dripping down his palm any second now as your head tips back and exposes your neck, pulse beating wildly.

You let yourself float away, leaning into everything you were feeling and letting go like he would want you to do, your lips meeting his again in a fiery heat, a passion so white hot you want to scream from how it makes your nerves tingle. 

But Alfred is right there to hold you together as you fall apart and he’s all you see when the pleasure begins to ebb and the warm comedown washes over you. Just like always. 

It’s delicious and delectably filthy and neither of you wanted it any other way. 

Forever thinking about being in compromising positions with that old man! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! Also listened to DRIP by EVAN GIIA while writing this/brainstorming for this, the title comes from the lyrics and now I’m gonna go look at pics of Andy Serkis hands, do not disturb lmao

Thank you for reading 🫶🏾

<3 dividers by @/saradika-graphics <3

[celestetumbledryer]

batfamily(´∀｀=)

TL;DR i have encountered a predominantly white area of this fandom. If possible, please humanise poc characters like you do or would love to the rest of the cast. please scroll to the bottom of this wall of text to see the inspiration for this post as well as some amazing batfamily blogs!!!!

hello!! i don’t usually make posts by myself, but i am not longer secretly passionate about this topic. this post is more about POC issues than batman. upon saying that, i will only really cover batfamily characters that the stereotypical fandom engages with.

it is ironic that i would usually just skim through a post this length so think of this as a brain…dump..? ehe. also, i have an small device so this post may seem longer to me than it is to you.

i know that i am fairly new to this part of the DC fandom, but i assure you, much unlike many other tumblr blogs, i actually do read comics!

i have been getting into batman family related comics and decided to see some fan content because i loved seeing people with shared interests!!!!

unfortunately, like any place on the internet, i have encountered prejudice and shallowness(i may contribute a little to the latter hehe….)

1.

The Kane(Batwoman) Family are non/practicing Jewish. They are also ethnically Jewish, though i am apologetic to say that i am not sure of the exact ethnicity.

2.

i am aware of Richard Grayson/Robin/Nightwing’s Romani heritage(I couldn’t find a reliable source regarding a specific group, sorry!😖 most likely Kalderash!). This character (sadly, among many others) has been heavily objectified in both the fandom and the canon. Romani characters still have often been reduced to racist jokes and stereotypes in fiction. One thing I'd like to share is the cooking thing from my last post. I feel like cooking is a great skill to have when representing culture. It's okay to be clumsy or not the best at cooking. Not always achieving a good result when cooking is fine. However it is a life skill. Only ever ordering takeout is not the most healthy for anyone especially someone who needs alot of energy and nutrients. Take care of yourselves !

3.

Cassandra Cain/Batgirl/Orphan is usually characterised as reserved and non-verbal in the fandom space. I don’t hate this, but unfortunately leans towards a generally negative archetype in Asian women characters.

She is often depicted using very repetitive and simple words. Though her struggles with language have been portrayed through her comics, she is able to form grammatically correct sentences. Please do not infantilise this character. this is not just a problem with fiction; it happens too much with Asian people in reality. i have no ill intention against agere.

She does take things to the extreme if she so desires. You just couldn’t handle a strong traumatised woc/hj.

people really don’t like it when i say that i like this character. i have received threats. i wonder why..

Not really related, but I’d like to say that ASL is not objectively easier to learn than spoken languages regarding a popular headcanon.

4.

i've seen a lot of headcanons of a Latino Jason Todd/Red Hood(i don’t really have anything against this), so i looked more into it. I've seen people say they enjoy this headcanon simply "because he is poor" which i'm sure is not in all what it means to be Latino. i cannot speak for this group; i hope my message is received well.

5.

i’ve seen popular headcanons of a Black Steph Brown/Spoiler. i don’t really have anything to say about this. what are your thoughts?

6.

Black hair, bowl cut, intelligence and under 6ft are reasons I’ve seen people headcanon Tim Drake/(Red) Robin(which writers intended to be Jewish) as NEAsian. i think you can infer why. However, it is not a problem whether you fit into a specific group in within your identity or not.

7.

i’ve been told by multiple people that Duke Thomas/Signal is nothing more than a “token Black” character which is in itself a trope stemming from racism. Black characters are often reduced to a comic relief given little or no depth. i understand that he is a character only introduced in the last decade so there are not as many iterations compared to other bat family members, but it doesn’t make him any less interesting to be explored!

8.

I generally dislike the “demon spawn” super serious characterisation of a child Damian al Ghul Wayne/Robin. Yes, he is traumatised, but he is still a child. i know that in some iterations he is quite uptight or arrogant. this does not stop him from being a youngest child. i don’t think he would have the emotional spectrum of a rock. i believe that he is a quarter Arab(and/or Iranian??) and Han Chinese!

*this post has many flaws, please leave a message in replies or my dm if you are upset or would like to add and edit to this post!!!!

this post was inspired by @/zoomiie.net on tiktok. they explained it much better than i could ever.

“you could tell if a specific fandom in particular is explicitly majority white by the way they treat their POC character[s]”

link to video will be in notes

“let people have fun”

i do not intend to stop you.

i am speaking out about the casual racism present in fandom spaces.

here are some dc comics blogs that do not stop me from having fun.

@numberonedukethomasapologist Len creates a blog focused on the bat family character Duke Thomas(The Signal) that humanises the character in his unapologetically Black culture. it is actually the first batfamily blog i encountered !! please go support him PLEAS PLea p

@brucestalia is a Talia al Ghul centric blog that is very active(multiple posts a day), usually posting about BruTalia. the ship is usually presented with visual media, song lyrics and fan fiction.

@nightwingsgypsyrep the usertag speaks for itself! she doesn't have many posts, but there are some fun Romani Grayson(x Kory) moments !!

Holy racism, Batman!

Celeste Tumble Dryer ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[barbiiecams]

rafe and his caribbean gf in the tropical 💘

[silendastral]

I wanted to talk about it later, but I'm impatient.

In a nutshell, in my fanon, cars' insides calls "drivers" that have gone down the path of adaptation as humans.

Ancient drivers used rounded stones before the creation of vehicles, in which they hollowed out a space and a couple of holes for themselves: for the mouth and for a small limb, thanks to which they push off from surfaces, climb and grab.

Omnivores. Due to the fact that they were not adapted to hunting, they ate mainly fruits and carrion.

Since, in essence, they were initially considered as a brain, then gradually, like humans, they began to evolve (more intellectually than externally).

They go through an almost similar path of development as humanity.

With the creation of vehicles, life has become easier.

Driver's bodies became faster, comfortable, capable for self-heating to avoid cold spells and etc.

It seeps into the details of its body to control it using thin threads of itself, which both pulls and retracts if necessary (for example: repairing, tuning).

Their cycle looks like this:

They are born prematurely, otherwise their mother would have crushed them with her insides by accident.

+ Biology moment: layers ::::0

What would an average driver look like if we could get them out of the car (It's not a tail, it's a stomach...):

In practice, it is not possible to get it out of the body without damage.

+ Bonus:

As for the various unintelligent animals? - In essence, these organisms are mimics... So we have bigger sane beetles and smaller silly-willy beetles and etc.

They don't really control their size. They will copy what they find. Intelligent vehicles figured out how to tame this creatures, which gave rise to the tractors we are familiar with, the bodies of which eventually went out of production for intelligent ones.

And yes, mimics are completely organic, except that the outer cover is imitated as metal. And that's why there may be meat in the markets.

🥩Have a nice day and thank you for reading🥩

[cloverskentwells]

everyone say hi to cato and clove

[epickiya722]

I won't lie, it rubs me the wrong way very much that some will view Miruko as the "angry one" like Bakugou when she actually only really gotten angry in a fight and in the one funny scene with Bakugou.

Other than that, she actually doesn't get angry. She's chill most of the time we see her or hyperactive.

Even as a kid, she actually wasn't an "angry child". She was just rowdy, but chill. (Read Vigilantes.)

I'm sorry but a child acting out sometimes doesn't mean they're an angry child. They just like to rebel a little.

Bakugou is angry a lot, but he doesn't sneak out and break into underground fights, now does he? (Miruko did that during her school days.)

So, no, I don't think she's an "angry" person. She gets angry in any situation like anyone would be.

[strip-weathers]

Also if anyone wants, I can write something about characters!

Give meh some Cars / Planes characters and I can write something about them. I can do head canons or if you give me some questions on some characters I’ll answer them and more!

Don’t be afraid and give me some ideas or thoughts! I’ll happily answer them!

I’m doing everything completely free and for fun! ^^

(Ya can also reblog it so others can see that x3)

[praxcrown5]

WOC Geology

Since I'm still recovering from an ankle injury AND COVID, I'm stuck inside for a while.

A few folks expressed interest in the geology of the WOC. Do any of y'all have any specific things you're interested in, or do y'all just want me to babble about geology as it is depicted in the WOC?

[romanscoming]

both reader and Jon being brainless and babbling praises to eachother and so close to eachother because any friction builds up to the other cumming🥹🙏🏾

OFCC, YOU GUYS KNOW I LOVE J BABYY🙄.

SENSITIVE!NEEDY!JONATHAN BYERS x BLACK!BUBBLY!BIMBO!READER

BASE OF OFF A ASK, MIGHT BE A QUICKIE.

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WARNING !

both r and Jonathan are sensitive and are subs, this is taking place in season 4 tbh, purple palm tree delight talk, weed/blunts, smoking, crying kink, pleasing kink, butterfly position, pet names, babbling, babying kink, and all that good stuff.

YOUR FLIGHT TO CALIFORNIA WASN'T AS BACK AS YOU THOUGHT, it was simple besides sitting beside the dark haired boy Micheal Wheeler who mumbles all of the lyrics of a song.

Arriving at the airport after about 5 hours after the plan ride, you were finally with your boyfriend, Jonathan Byers-his friend, Argyle and the two siblings Will and Eleven.

You greeted everybody with a cheerful smile and Jonathan with a warm hug and unforgettable kiss, as his hand hooked into your belt hook on you jean shorts as he started follow you around like a lost puppy, just how you use to be back in hawks.

Once you guys first started dating you would never seen one without the other, but ever sense the mall fire, everything changes,, Jonathan would call at lease once or twice a month then how he use to do,

Which was once every week.

But it wasn't the time to worry about all of that, you guys were together in person, not distance away on the house-phone.

You, Jonathan and Argyle walked behind the three teens with glasses that Jonathan gave you, getting into the car, you choose to sit in the back seat, and Jonathan who wanted to be close to you followed as well.

Argyle driving, Will passenger seat, El and Mike back seats and, you and Jonathan in the truck, cuddle up tugging it upon one and another over and over, kissing and brushing against each other.

As you guys arrived at a mystery area you didn't know which was the roller rink, and allowed Will, Mike and El do get out of the car.

"Will.,, have fun!" Jonathan called out to his brother stepping out of the van and help you as well while smiling at the both of you.

You jumped out of the truck and gave Will a hug, "Don't be a party poo'er, okay I have something for you when we get back!"

Will smiled and hugged you back just as he was about to move away, you kissed his hair and whisper, "Don't let others bring you down."

He nodded as you hopped into the back seat of the car, and waved him off as he finally opened the door to the skating ring and turn to smile once more before walking in.

Argyle had be driving you and Jonathan for a while.. it was quite relaxing, moment after you guys stopped at the pit full of abandoned cars Argyle pulled out a bag,

"Purple palm tree delight?"

You looked back and forth at Jonathan and Argyle wanting a explanation, "What's is that?"

"It's weed darling!" Argyle yelled into you ear, as Jonathan laughed.

You laughed a little as well as you mumbled.. "I don't know.. if Jon likes it-I'll try!"

You just didn't know what you were getting yourself into, not a single bit.

Being that no brainer girl, innocent and bubbly you crawled to the front of the car, sitting between Jonathans legs as you giggle at him as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Argyle rolled up the weed and lighted up, smoking it first with a little poof poof pass, to Jonathan who poof poof and turned you around, to blow it into your face.

You coughed as you inhaled it all before pouting at Jon.

"That hurts!" you mumbled as you hit his shoulder as he apologized to you, "Sorry baby."

Jonathan passed the blunt to you, as you nervously placed it between your lips and suck a lot in, as you exhale some through your mouth, and the rest out of your nose before coughing.

Jonathan patted you back telling you, "That's was good, very good for your first try precious"

You smiled to yourself at the praise before looking at Argyle how was already smoking him another blunt, you smiled at Jon before smoking in some more, and patting his cheek.

His mouth opened just as you blew it into your mouth and he exhaled it out of his nose while staring to your eyes.

Falling more and more inlove by the seconds just a your hand raised into his hand hassling into it, just as his slides up your body and does the same.

Still looking into each others eyes, just as you placed the blunt onto elbow rest, you pressed you forehead against him, giggling a bit.

The hold he had onto your head was so hungrier, he need you closer had to have you closer.

The moment lasted for a while before both of your heads flashed and turned to Argyle who was laughing loud as hell.

"Fuck-Argyle go play golf."

You laughed as Jonathan slapped the long haired boys chess, trying to get him out the car,

It didn't take as long as you thought.

Jonathan tucked his hand between your head and neck kissing it lovably before licking and breathing against it.

"Where were we?" he asked in a smoothing voice.

You giggle before he pulled you all the way onto his lap, brushing his hands against your thin t-shirt to see your harden nipples noticing you didn't even have a bra on.

He bring the blunt, smoking it before blowing it into thin air.

Just at the sight you were getting wet, and you knew he knew.

You slowly rocked your hips as he looked up at you like you were the only person in the world, "Y/N.. baby please-I need..haa~ ffff-fuck that's good!" you giggled at his stumbling voice.

Your lips latch onto Jonathan's neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin, forcing on bite marks wanting your teeth printed on him, goodness.

The tip of your tongue is moving all around his neck, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the moment and make him feel good about himself.

"Jon.. more.. I need help" you whimpered to him as you felt the tighten in his pants as you looked into his sparkling eyes.

"Yeah.. okay-sorry mm!" He answered quickly and softly between kisses, as you pressing your core against his problem.

There's no room for you guys to be embarrassed by your need, beside Argyle who was high as a kite.

"Fffff-fuvk!" The quiet squeak is just about all Jonathan can manage to let out, his hands settling tightly onto the hips of your body.

He's not helping at all, he realizes. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length.

You are.

He's babbling trying to help and bounce back and help you, but nothing is working the groans from him is getting loud as his moans are slowly escaping.

Head into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending movement pleasantly, he's not even inside you but is going crazy.

Is it the weed, the purple palm tree delight?

If you were to asked Argyle I'd tell you "Yeah my dude.. His been wanting to fuck you while his high" You'd be surprise at this thought as well.

Jonathan was different now, maybe from lack of sex, or lack of being around you or even from the weed and meeting Argyle,

You won't the only sub in the bedroom anymore, you both were.. you rocked you hips more and more, grinding fast and quick just as you were panting but kept telling yourself to go on.

"Jon!!" you whimpered, "I don't think I can keep going.. ffff'please... help"

He kissed your neck before gripping you hip more, pushing it against himself as he met you between the thrusts and crotch grinding together.

"Hold on.. fa'me please-holy shit!" He moaned as he tried to finish the sentence but your hands were now onto his shoulder as you both.

You both quicken the thrusting more and more, faster and faster just as you both were babbling like crazy.

Foreheads press against one and other, teary eyes as one of you let the first tear leak out and pour out of your eyes as you were looking deeply into each other legs holding onto each other tightly as hell.

"I ahhAh~! Need... haaa'need you Jonnn!" you moaned into the open mouth kissed you were giving each others.

"I knowwww haaa~!" he moaned back.

Jesus knows you both couldn't handle that but you can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of both of your bodies.

Jonathan thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against his and meets you half way, it was only successful for a while, a short while.

Rocking, thrusting and grinding back and forth over and over, panting babbling to either.

Thinking they are both tight up but no..no, they aren't really hasn't.

"Ang-angel! You gotta stop.. I can't- fffffucking bullshit!" He babbled up to you rubbing his hand upon your waist to your hips and squeezing.

"No-J.. please!" you whimpered and babble, "Need..need need you.. I need!"

"No-nooo baby-honey I can't go on.. s'stop-" Jonathan begins but it's too late, everything is coming down, quicker then he thought.

Pleasure pile up, adding all together as the base of his spine, holding each other even close as you both cum

His splattering against the inside of his loose jean bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and while babbling and whimper up a bunch of moans.

"Bubba~ haaa- oh god please!" both of you moaning and whimper as you tried and tried to form a sentences, as he just placed open mouthed kissing upon your kisses.

As you bodies collapse onto each other, hips still rocking as Jonathan is cumming more, "I love you haaa.. I love you so much dimples."

"Ahh~ I love you moreee! I swear.. please I don't think I can stop aaAhh~ byres~!" you babbled to him panting and holding onto him tight like as you can feel the wet spot leaking through your panties and right through your shorts.

You lifted up a little just as Jonathan let out a laugh and cupped your clothed pussy, "You leaking.."

Just as you look down see the white substance dipping with the in between your thighs, pushing your head into your hands as you whimper form being sensitive and embarrassed at the same time.

"No need baby, come on I'll clean it up." he whispered in your ear as he pushed you so your back was against the seat and he was above you, kissing you heavenly.

You brushed your hand into his hair as he pulled his pants down exposing his high leak of cum and wet boxers,

"Jesus, look what you do to me Y/N."

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JS A FEW MORE @/S FOR THE TAGLIST; REQUESTS ARE OPEN, AND IF YOU REQUESTED SOMETHING ILL GET TO IT SOON DON'T THINK IM IGNORING YOU. IM MAKING PLANS FOR THE MILF!BLACK!READER x DACRE MONTGOMERY BC I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I JUST DONT KNOW IF I WANNA TO FRAT-BOY DACRE OR YK. FOR MORE DAD!HENRY CAVIL JS REQUEST I NEED SOME IDEAS OF WHAT TO DO YOU KNOW, BUT IF THEIR ANY HENRY/CHRIS X READ IDEAS LMK.

ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

[stargirlfics]

naughty or nice? how about both!

Gifting Alfred Pennyworth something special he has to unwrap in private

700 words — 18+ ONLY!

from this ask: thoughts on giving a boudoir photobook to Alfred

Soft, jazzy tunes provided the soundtrack for the drive home, you and Alfred cozied up in the back of the car, reminiscing on the night's festivities.

Another birthday well spent, a compliment he gives you sweetly as he kisses the back of your hand, giving you no choice but to lean into his touch, elated that he had a good time.

You wanted him to feel special and perhaps a little selfishly you’d been looking forward to this point in the night, going home to be alone with him at last. Besides, there was just one more gift he had to open.

Placing the neatly wrapped present in his lap you wish him one last happy birthday, watching with held breath as his brow raised at the words that followed. He wasn’t allowed to open this one until you’re home. 

“Having fun with this, aren’t you darling. Very well, I’ll be patient.” Alfred acquiesced, amused at your unexpected tease. 

It’s all you either of you can quietly think about, your hand on his thigh, sharing glaces every now and then until your fingers laced together and before you know it the car is rolling to final stop. 

You have to hold back a laugh at his quick thank you to the driver before he’s whisking you out of the car by your hand, the quick tap of his cane and your own heartbeat a rhythm all the way up to the penthouse floor. 

It’s good to be home, the soft romance of the gothic arches and spires swaying you both, keeping you close together. Until your breath is going shallow once more, your gift opened. 

He sits up once he realizes it’s a book, his expression of surprise lingering only for a moment when he flipped past the first page, a picture of you on your hands and knees arched so prettily for him on your bed, the next page a coy tease shot of your chest in one of his shirts, another of you in familiar lingerie, each one making his heart throb and his pants tighten. 

The thought of you putting this together for him, a piece of you for only his eyes to see and indulge in made him feel incredible. You spoil him and he’s grateful for this and suddenly so very hungry for you. 

“Christ, look at you. Is that my tie?” he glances up after awhile, loathe to tear his eyes away from such beauty in this naughty photoshoot but your hopeful, sweet as pie expression was just as sweet to behold. 

“Mhm, my favorite blindfold.” You’re feeling bold and are rewarded for it. 

The way he looks at you in between steady flips of the pages like he’s drinking you in from every view of you he could get made you feel adored and eventually when he can’t keep his hands to himself anymore and he’s tugging you in so gently for a kiss that turns searing within seconds, you know and can feel how much he cherishes your gift. 

He marvels at each section of photos, reminding you how gorgeous you were and god it didn’t help when he shut the book to run his hands over the spine, a gentle caress of the cover. He was going to kill you but you knew you’d welcome it if it was like this.

This time it’s you who can’t resist going in for another kiss.

Alfred lets you set the pace but his hands refuse to remain idle, exploring the whole of you, appreciating every swell and curve, the dips of your body, the way you feel so damn perfect under his hands and in his arms. He wants to commit every inch to memory.

You chase his hands and his mouth, gripping onto sturdy forearms, happy to show him how much your own desires matched his but before you could go too far a steadying and firm hand curled against your jaw had you halting the way your hips were already squirming. 

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little stunt in the car, love. I fully intend to spend the rest of the night thanking you for such a pretty gift but not until I’ve had my fun with you first.”

whatever you say daddy!!! 🧎🏾‍♀️

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[imagineandwrite]

Meetings and Things (Headcanon)

Have this while I write the other chapters of Obsession vs. Love

Shuri Udaku x College Student!Masculine!Fem!Reader Also Grumpy!Sunshine!Shuri x Slightly!Grumpy!Reader

Warnings: "Dominant" Reader (In a nonsexual way, there no smut), Riri is emotionally slow but give her a moment, mentions Ramonda's death (it literally just speeds past it), Reader is taller than Shuri, and Shuri has no decorum. Kinda hints that Reader is a player. Shuri is a loser and you cannot convince me otherwise. If you saw that scene of Okoye deciding to leave, no you didn't! She's in this and she is kinda like Shuri's personal warrior bodyguard thingy. Speaking of Okoye, she's a grumpy goofball. Reader is grumpy but is soft-spoken around Shuri

A/N: Initially, I was gonna do Domestic Headcanons, but then I got another idea... so... I made this. THIS IS NOT IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS Obsession vs Love.

Inspired by @shinsousliya's Domestic!Wife!Shuri Headcanons

Meeting

Let's say Reader is Riri's roommate, and when Shuri sees you, she stares, hard. I mean she's looking you up and down, watching the way you turn to look at her when Riri mentions her presence.

And she's like- are they roommates or are they dating?

Riri doesn't notice the eye-fucking going on between you two. Too busy panicking about the Princess of Wakanda showing up after she built a Vibranium Detector

You can decide if Reader helped make the vibranium detector, or not. Either way, Reader didn't go with her because

"Somebody's gotta hold it down over here. You go cook some fish, don't bring me a plate."

When you see on the news about Ramonda's death, you get this tingly feeling that something ain't right. And then after a few days, Riri comes back and tells you what happened.

"Shuri said she'll come visit after she handle something. I think she likes you." Jeez, Riri I wonder what gave it away...

Someone (I think it was @inmyheadimobsessed) said that Shuri is a loser and can't pull shit. I feel she might flirt, but once you flirt back, she loses it.

When she finally visits, she has a whole plan for how she'll talk to you. Riri invites her in and tells her you're in the shower. Right after she says that you come out in a towel and her mind goes blank

"Oh-" You pause, halfway out of the bathroom, as you stare back at Shuri. She's trying so hard not to let her eyes wander, but it's getting harder by the second. "Ya girl finally decided to visit," Riri chuckles, patting Shuri's arm as she walks to her desk. It breaks the two of you from your staring contest, and you grab your clothes to change in the bathroom.

Did I mention how oblivious Riri is? Like you and Shuri could be | | this close to shoving your tongues down each other's throats, and she just burst in talking bout "Y'all want something to eat?"

I'M TRYNA EAT HER CAT! NOW LEAVE YOU THREE FEET LITTLE FUCKER!

Before Dating

Shuri can't look you in the eye to save her life. You're right there and her eyes are here. FAR AWAY FROM there

But I feel like her love language is touch, so she's constantly finding a way to touch you. So when you realize that, you start responding to the looks and touches

Your hand on the small of her back when walking, wrapping your arm around her shoulders or waist, when she sits next to you. Or holding hands while walking down the street.

Don't get me started on booths. You'll stick her on the inside and you on the outside. She'll slightly lean into you while Riri and MJ feel like they're third and fourth wheeling

DO NOT LET THERE BE NO MORE SEATS!

Cause Shuri is getting pulled into your lap, and you're leaning her back to lay across your chest with her head laying on your shoulder

It's the little things that she noticed you do for her and not others (others being your flings)

Like opening doors for her, ordering for her, fixing her outfit or hair, playing with her fingers

She's trying so hard not to look into it too much. What if you do this to other girls when she's in Wakanda? But then you give her those eyes, and she's turned to mush

Obviously, the dorms aren't that big, so Shuri can't spend the night without one of you sleeping on the floor

Riri kicks, and you and Shuri are too odd to ask if the other wants to sleep in the bed together

After some visits, Shuri offers to get y'all an apartment thingy and obviously you say no cause you're used to you doing the spoiling

"No, cause I can't afford to pay you back."

"No, Sthandwa Sami, I want to do this. You don't have to pay me back."

She ends up winning that argument when she gives you the pouty look.

I feel like that's when it really starts clicking for Riri and MJ is just like "You're just now realizing they like each other?"

Now you and Riri have your own apartment and sometimes if you're up early you can see the sunrise from your window

She calls you Sthandwa Sami, and after a while, you stopped asking her what it means and just asked Okoye. But she was no help.

"Where did you hear it from?" "Does that matter? Tell me what it means." "No, I assume Shuri called you that and I'm not going to ruin that."

So now you know it's gotta be a term of endearment cause if it was an insult then Okoye would've been laughing

Back to the apartment thing!

OBVIOUSLY! Shuri has a key so she can get in, and you are honestly questioning your decision on giving her one

A body flops on top of you, and it takes every ounce of strength to not groan from the elbow digging into your chest. There's a warm breath on your ear before a whisper, "Wake up, Sthandwa sami. The sunrise is pretty and I want you to see it." "You know what else is pretty?" You ask, voice cracking and slightly deeper with "Sleep."

You're both grumpy but everyone says you're grumpier.

Riri walks out of her room and sees you sitting at the island counter (more like slouching) and Shuri is going back and forth between cooking and checking on you

One time. ONE TIME! You called her "Pretty baby" and she flinched before covering her face. Cheesing so hard you knew her cheeks were hurting

You've come to the conclusion that Shuri needs attention. Like... If you don't look at me, I'm gonna sit on you so the only thing you can see is my face type need attention

You show another girl attention? She's squeezing between the two of you and smiling at you.

Shuri likes to take pictures of the two of you, mainly you but if it's both of you then she doesn't mind

Her home screen is a picture of you frosting a cake y'all made for her birthday

That's another thing! She loves cooking for you and really loves cooking with you

If you aren't cooking with her then you're wearing a "Chef's Offical Taster" apron and she'll come over with a spoon or fork of what she's cooking

"Good?" She asked, watching you chew and lick your lips in thought. After a moment, you sigh as you lean forward to kiss her hand in praise. "Can I get some more?" "Wait till the next taste test or until it's done," She said, softly smacking your hand away from the pan.

If you're accident-prone, like me, she's definitely constantly thinking of ways to prevent you from hurting yourself.

One time you almost fell on her but you caught yourself by slamming your hands on the wall next to her head. (hehehehehe) She was checking to make sure you're okay and then she looked up and your face was right there

She's convinced that was the biggest gay panic she ever had

Anyway!

She got a phone just so she could get your number (She also has Riri's, MJ's, and other friends' numbers)

But she mainly got it for you and now she'll randomly blow your phone up

Or, she's texting you random encouraging things

She'll offer to do your school work for you. Of course, she'll write the answers and stuff on a separate sheet of paper and have you copy it in your own words

You washed and twisted her hair and now she only lets you do her hair

I agree with @inmyheadimobsessed that Shuri is tender-headed as hell

I also agree that Shuri is funny as hell

DO NOT TAKE HER TO A SERIOUS EVENT

Say no to funerals, they can be buried without the Queen of Wakanda there. IN FACT! I'm sure they'll be fine without you there as well

Shuri is the prime example of "Fix your face"

If she's not giving someone the stank face, she's scrunching up to hide a laugh

For some fucking reason I can't get the idea of Shuri randomly running at you to see if you'll catch her

"Y/N!" "NO!" You shout, dropping your bag and holding your arms out to catch Shuri. She chuckled as you adjusted her in your arms so she clung koala-style to your front. "Why do you insist on pouncing at me?" You grumbled as you bent to grab your bag.

She's a menace and I don't just mean in a sexual way

She'll find something to pick on you for and then gets bent-out-of-shape when you clapback.

thing is YOU'RE NOT EVEN BEING MEAN you're just responding kindly

"How's the weather up there?" - Shuri grinning at you "Fine, it's not polluted with y'all musty armpits." - You shrugging your shoulders while playing a game

"Hi, Sasquatch!" - Shuri grinned, waving at you from her place on your couch. You chuckled softly as you tossed your bag on the floor in front of her, "Hi, Mr. Electric." "Who is that?" "Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl." You said, chuckling at her disgruntled look.

Honestly, you aren't any better

Randomly coming up to her to stick your fingers on her forehead and sighing when all four of them fit with a little space left

Y'all ain't even dating yet and y'all act like a married couple

Funeral Bonus:

"Shuri when we get in here don't say or do shit. Just stand or sit there."

It was a simple order. Did she listen? No. Did she try? Yes, but when that one woman fell to the floor screaming, "WHY'D YOU LEAVE ME BABY?!"

And she knew that NO ONE there liked her, not even the dead person in the casket. She couldn't stop herself from simply stating the truth.

"You smell like moldy onions, and your baby daddy is your mother's husband."

Silence. Absolute silence and Shuri closed her eyes as her face scrunched up. Until the silence is broken by a snort. A heavy belly laugh echoed through the church, as your grandmother leaned into your mother. "SHE SAY- SHE- Wait a minute!"

"Baby daddy is her momma's husband?"

"This nigga said moldy onions."

Dating Headcanon

First time writing a headcanon, how'd I do?

Taglist: @rxcently, @kgao, @6-noir, @youralphawolf72, @naomis-daydream, @lppriceisright, @ddb667, @shuriislut, @ziayamikaelson, @sakurayuki8655-blog, @nooshytushie, @leekeeboo, @oracle-code, @k3nn3dyxo, @niyah1101, @aiden-presscott

[issj1]

Hear me out: Let's do this funny, here we have my WoC OC, right? Give me facts or hc's of any kind for her, I want to know wythink/:3

some drawings of her because,,, uhh yes I don't know yay

[silendastral]

waiter waiterr more monster truck thoughts please! /silly /nf

🌸HIIII, PERCY!🌸 Sorry for late answer and that here's human versions of them (But relatively, nothing much changes in this case.)😭 Btw what do we got have here? - A small spectrum of interactions between the trinity from tvg.

Jamison is the one who formed their group. First, as a child, he picked up Len somewhere in the field, then a few years later he found Cliff in a sad state somewhere on the road. He provided both of them with images in which they now perform at the Monster races.

Clifford, with his rude nature, looks after his bros better than he looks after himself (If he falls into thorny bushes and dies, then this is his fate).

With Len, everything is simple - don't corner him, so as not to provoke him... Well, just stay away if you don't get vaccinated... With his selective mutism, he turns out to be a good listener, who your vent won't remember and you won't feel bad about it.

I wanted to give some highlights for monster trucks' humanizations, so that they could be immediately distinguished from "smaller cars". So now there are animalistic people in the suburbsm yooo

Fur, of course, will vary depending on the type of hair, as well as the areas of growth on the body, but usually there will always be furry path from the back of the head to the tail.

Random stuff:

I like to think that Clifford is the lightest among all monster trucks. This thought arose from the fact that I associate him with a hare.

Silend made up his own mind about the characters, and he gave them the diagnoses. I think my potential is being wasted /j

Monsters from birth have their fangs removed for the sake of others safety, or in nowadays fangs are carefully ground off, cuz wolf peoples don't hunt wild animals (right?).

Monster trio from game have negative attitude towards other gangs in Ornament valley. Queens and DRH have an annoying desire to annoy huge guys for the sake of free adrenaline.

Driving at night is dangerous, and it's only worse to turn off the road. No, they won't kill you, but they can maim you. Most monsters from birth are rejected by society for various reasons, which forces them to live on their own and gradually embitter, which leads to sadistic tendencies (Anyway, it was a common phenomenon in the 80-90s.) Those who were turned into monsters had problems in existence, but sadism was not expressed.

🎀!Thank you for reading!🎀