#voluntarily this time. im going to rip their throats out with my teeth.

[tvxcue]

no one gets peggy and steve like i do and no one should be able to talk abt them outside of tfa and tws, especially not marvel writers, fuck marvel writers you don’t understand them.

#speaking #like just thinking abt what they did to them in endgame...........i hate them so bad it's unreal. #LIKE IT'S ABT TIME. he was never supposed to go back! they were supposed to be lost to each other! #he is a man out of time! he is lost and he is trying to find himself and find his life in a future he was never supposed to see! #and like. she literally forgets that he came back. she is the only left the only one who knew him and understood him. #she saw him and she loved him and she remembered him. HIM steve not captain america the idol and the symbol. #the little guy from brooklyn she knew him and she loved him. and she lost him. #and she is the only one who knows him and their moments together still feel fleeting bc she forgets and the grief comes back. #he is alive and she mourned him and she moved forwards with time and hes lost in it and his one tether gets lost in it too. #they piss me off for real like they have such a STORY with them like it's POIGNANT and then they go 'lets throw that all away' IM GOING TO #ATTACK YOU. they literally had steve rewrite her life. hes come to terms with what he lost and where he is and he has a family now #he has people he loves in his current time and he decides to go back voluntarily to rewrite her life and to take himself out of time. #voluntarily this time. im going to rip their throats out with my teeth.

[iphoenixrising]

Vampire Tim having to deal with dick/Jason having a biting kink

Hi babe.

This is short and a little naughty. Beware!

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Even though Timmy runs cooler than a human, even though his heart doesn’t beat, his chest doesn’t rise and fall, even if the fangs drop down occasionally when he’s riding the edges of hunger, he can still leech extra warmth from the bodies writhing around him, hot with blood thrumming through their veins, skin so attractively pink.

It’s really no wonder he can’t keep his mouth or his hands to himself. 

And it’s an easy thing since he’s fallen from proverbial grace. 

The last thing with Ra’s was really the worst situation ever, and when it came down to dying because of whatever the League of Assassins drugged him with or drinking untainted blood straight from the source–

well, Dick and Jay wouldn’t let him keep refusing them. The instincts of the vampire took over before he died (again), and he drank enough from them both to survive the poison. 

Somehow he kept his soul (because really, not even Constantine and Zatanna could answer him on that one), but the very big downside is that he could only go so long with synthetic blood when the hunger needed the real deal. 

Color him surprised when Nightwing and the Red Hood stepped up voluntarily, giving some stupid excuse when, really, enhanced senses now.

(Smelling how aroused Jay got the first time he bit, he took, he sucked until he was blood drunk and sated. How much it all made sense when Dick’s eyes dilated, the small hitch in, “yes…yes, use me. Timmy, anytime you need it, you just need to come to me.”“Us, Big Wing. Come ta find us, you feel me, Red?”)

Who knew it would lead them here?

Where he’s laying between Dick’s thighs, fangs filling his mouth. With the first drink, his cheeks are pink, his cock hard against his thigh, throbbing pleasantly, and Jay is sprawled beside them, limbs akimbo, body still trembling, chest heaving and eyes wonderfully half-mast, pupils blown.

The puncture marks at his throat are still red and raw. 

All they needed was for Dick to have a matching pair, right here on the femoral. 

Hands desperately clench in his hair when he licks so slowly up, lets the tip of his fang trail up the vein in Dick’s red, weeping erection, makes sure he’s careful not to nick when the acrobat under him arches, almost screams.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease, stop teasing!” Is desperate enough for him to look up the length of beautiful taunt muscles, sweaty, pink, skin and catch the stark need right there in Dick’s blue, blue eyes. 

Tim can’t help but smirk, lean in to press a chaste kiss to the tip of Dick’s cock without looking away.

“The real question here,” he starts smoothly, hands sliding up the insides of Dick’s thighs, “is who is going to be able to fuck me after I’ve bitten you?”

A strangled groan is Jason’s interest, hand going to his half-hard erection to start working himself back up, ta give their Bird the right fuckin’ he deserves. 

“I gotchu covered, Timmers,” half-hoarse from screaming out when the bite made his come so fucking hard, Jay works his hips a little, feels the strength coming back ta his limbs at the thought of opening up Timmy while he’s warm with blood and every nerve ending is alive. “Wanna see ya make Dick all kinds a’ fucked out when he gets yer bite, yeah? After ya make ‘im feel it, then we’s can have a lil’ fun.”

“Yes. Yes, please,” because his body is already reacting to Jay’s blood, the perpetual numbness wearing off, his senses even sharper than normal, and he’s so hard because they smell so good together, feel so fucking perfect under him–

–that he pulls Dick to the edge of the bed by his thighs, throws them over his shoulders.

And bites.

The second his teeth sink in deep, Dick clenches around him, the yell ripped from him when he comes.

But the thing about being bitten by a vampire?

The orgasm doesn’t stop until the vampire has finished feeding.

So the next five minutes of heavenly mouthful after mouthful, Dick is writhing under him, beautifully breathless, trembling and moaning when wave after wave of seemingly endless pleasure lights up every nerve, races up and down his spine, overwhelming and unimaginable.

His fists are tangled in the sheets, head tossing back and forth until the oldest Robin’s eyes are spilling over and fuck it’s too much, he’ll die if it doesn’t stop soon…

With a last drink, the Hunger in him finally quenched, Tim pulls back, fangs bared and eyes glowing blue with power. It takes a few seconds for him to calm down enough, to actually breathe and taking panting breaths since he’s had enough for his lungs to work, and get himself under control so he doesn’t go to the other thigh and bite again.

He licks over the puncture marks, sucks just a little, the vigilante under him suffering with a final, dry orgasm that is literally all he can take, and Dick’s muscles go completely slack under him.

(It’s the hottest thing in the universe, see Dick in a partial sex coma, and Jason pretty much incoherent because of things like bite kinks and this as the best ending to that little sitch.)

He rises up, skin getting pink, and raw power making him more etherial than the usual being a fucking vampire. 

Jay licks his lips, hand still moving absently over his cock, working pre-come out of the tip. “Beautiful, Sweets. Lookit ya now. Feelin’ good finally?”

“Yes,” and Tim leans down over Dick’s quaking body, presses a gentle kiss to that mouth and strokes his face, looks closely at the blown pupils, makes sure he didn’t take too much (the worst fear is now losing control with them, and that thought haunts him more than the fuck-ups that got him turned in the first place). “I can’t even tell you.”“Mmhm. S’all good. Then howz ‘bout we let Dickie get his brains back what ya sucked outta ‘im, and ya come ta me, sit right on my face here where it’s nice n’ comfortable. Lemme open ya up so’s I can fuck ya good. Gonna do that f’ me, Timmy?”

And if his knees give a knock, well, he’s vampire enough that neither of them would have to know.

#HA #it's smut #vampire smut #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #vampire!tim #bite kink #for babe! #winter answers #my drab #my writing #I regret nothing