(Okay so my head-canon is that Robby is a hopeless romantic who would be so gentle and loving at having sex and stuff. He be calling sex “making love” lol. But then he discovered he couldn’t handle how much the image of fucking Jack turns him on, the intensity of it nearly making him feral. The idea that he might lose control scares him so much that he buries it and insist on bottoming. And of course Jack clocks it. )
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When they first started having sex, Robby insisted on bottoming. Robby’s reason for it, as he told Jack, was because he wanted to take pressure off his knee as much as possible. That meant most of the time they ended up in the position with Robby riding him, Jack having the front row seat for the extremely hot visuals of Robby passionately working at it. That was not until Jack finally got Robby to top him, it taking him a month of relentless Abbot-style coaxing to wheedle Robby into giving in and saying yes.
And oh, was he not prepared for what it had in store for him.
Robby, the hopeless romantic who took everything so slowly and gently, turned absolutely feral when he finally pushed inside Jack and learnt what he felt like. Jack was not ready for how ravenous and possessive Robby became — hell, he nearly let out a whimper when Robby grasped onto his ass, the sheer strength and dominance unlike anything Jack had ever experienced. Robby fucked him in a way that left him feeling utterly defenseless, and Jack more than willingly left everything at his disposal, as if his body was Robby’s to hold, to love, to own, and to devour.
Jack was floating. He was floating, and Robby’s hands on his hips as he bottomed out with each thrust was his only anchoring point. The Robby he thought he knew was nowhere to be found, and in his place was this Robby, this beast, pupils dark, breathless and growling a jumbo of low, filthy promises into his ear that threatened to take him apart. This Robby, consumed by raw desire and pure hunger, his skin glistening with sweat as he buried himself in Jack, again and again, hard, commanding, holding absolutely nothing back.
And after, as Jack laid undone in Robby’s arms, loose-limbed and adrift in the euphoric realm only Robby could have led him to, he allowed himself to savor the sensation of his body hurting in all the right places — he would definitely be feeling it for a while. He was fucked, all right.
He wondered why Robby had even thought about denying him this, this, as if Jack would ever hesitate giving up anything just to experience it again.
“Remind me…why we never did this?” Jack muttered, dazed and spell-bound, his words coming out slow as he turned his head to find Robby, whose eyes held a dreamlike glow as if he had just been given the permission to marvel at the most precious thing in the world.
Jack was never going to recover from this.
Robby pulled him closer, the warmth of their bodies radiating and basking Jack in a serenity beyond imagination. How he wished that he could live in that exact moment for all of eternity.
“I thought about having you like this…” Robby drawled, his voice low and husky. “I thought about having you like this, and dreamt of this moment for I don’t even know how many times. It unleashed something within me. You have no idea how the thought of it already drives me wild.”
Robby paused, suddenly self-conscious. His hand came up to Jack’s cheek, fingers tracing his stubble, contemplative. “I was afraid it was gonna be too much. I didn’t want to risk losing control.” His fingertips finding the corner of Jack’s mouth, touch so tender and affectionate.
“I didn’t want to risk hurting you.”
So in all the times that followed, when Robby attempted to hold back from giving into his desires, cared too much to act recklessly and overthought too much to act at all, Jack would find himself assuring Robby again and again, with his words, his actions, and his body and its reactions, that this was everything he had ever dreamt of.
I think it'd be very cool and awesome and cool and rad if you had any headcanons or just facts about your versions of Creepypastas
Oh, goodie, headcannon time! (I get to ramble!)
Just to let ya know, the only ones I really got headcannons on are my main guys (Jack, Will, Frankie, and my OCs). Most stuff is farther back on my blog
Jack:
He's old old but he can only remember as far as when he met Issac. Everything else is blurry. Jack has a very broad range of abilities, ranging from shape-shifting to possession, but all that depends on whether or not Entity(his creator) finds entertainment in him. He can have more access to Entity's powers, but if they decide that they'll rather watch him get torn apart, then so be it. He's a romantic, but his ideas of romance are a lil different, tho.
So for Jack I've mentioned awhile back that when he was first created that he started off as a doll and developed into a more human like appearance as he gotten older like he's growing up into a man kinda thing. Well, he can also revert back if he gets put in uncomfortable situations or like when he got abandoned by Issac. The lack of physical and emotional support causes him to shut in on him, making him seem lifeless(like a doll). So, no blinking or breathing, he converts back to doll.-.
He's a secret sweetheart under all that anger and murderous tendencies. He might kill you if you found out, tho. He got this far known as The Devils Puppet, and he'll be damned to have anyone slip a word out that he likes someone (for their sake)
Willie:
He's 26 but has the body of a 50-year-old cause he's been doing dumb crap that he ends up regretting the next day. He's Jack lil errand boy, but they both do some pretty dumb stuff together. The more the marrier. If this guy was a drink it be Bush light. Sunburnt with a dip in his lip, but he's a child at heart.
William met Jack shortly after his grandfather died due to being attacked by feral anomalies in the rural countryside. Now his grandfather was his everything, his parents never gave him a time of day to be with their son but him. So sometime, goes by, and young Will meets a strange older looking man (Jack has the ability to shape-shift) who reminds Will of his grandfather. He was a grumpy old man who didn't like kids, but Will loved him all the same.
Now their relationship was, for the most part, Jack treating Will, like a pet, but he wasn't mean to him. Well, he wasn't very affectionate towards Will, but he never hit him. It wasn't for til Will got older when Jack realized just how much that country bumpkin of a boy cared for him. So what happened was that Jack got attacked by that same group of ferals, and Will was not gonna let them take his grandpa away from him again so full of rage Will takes his gun and kills the ferals before finally collapses in Jack's arms cause he thought he was gonna lose him. Jack started treating him better after that.
Frankie:
Just a flower child, I like the idea if he was born around the 1960s when hippies became popular as the movement to protest that not all anomalies are monsters and that they should be treated fairly. His father was an "undead" or "zombie," as the media called them while his mom was a human. Cross breading was a big no no and still is due to most humans and anomaly both actively attacking each other. (For those wondering, the anomalies can range from ferals to more intelligent individuals like slender or what not)
I still want to keep the idea that he's a bounty hunter, so a hippie with a gun sounds fun. He wants peace, but in a world full of hate, he often receives racism from both humans and anomalies, so he gets reminded that he's an abomination a lot...( ma poor boi). However, while on a case to hunt down, the Slenderman he ends up changing his plans to find out more about who's really pulling the strings in this mad world, but those answers rest in what's known as The Garden.
Another thing I wanna draw sometime but for now will simply blab about to my captive audience of followers /affectionate haha
But I love imagining Wally stims by tapping his hands. Like on his knees, or the counter at Howdy's, or on a fence. It's a slow tap with not any specific rhythm.
And of course, he'd absolutely mirror stims you cannot change my mind. The idea of seeing someone bounce on their heels as a stim only for Wally to see it and start slowly bouncing along with them to join in on the excitement warms my heart.
The first iteration of this fic was definitely more of an angry Peter that causes a scene, but I couldn't quite get an ending I liked so I scrapped it.
As for what Nebula's up to, I think she's finally living her life on her own terms for the first time, and wanted to go on dates and explore this side of herself. I saw this fic as being in the very early days for Nebula and Peter. Like Nebula still thinks Peter hasn't moved on from Gamora, Peter is only just realizing that what he's feeling for Nebula is not just friendship, etc.
Blixers lil gray plant form isn't completely a "blixer is really hurt and needs rest" thing
It's blixer only Non pink form, being its used when blixer has no power, no power is needed to stay in such form
But clearly blixer wouldn't wanna be in a form since he doesn't wanna seem weak, even when he becomes better friends with cyan, cube, you know- the other shapes
Blixer still feels he needs some form of guard up, if not for himself
For someone he cares about
Tho i wouldnt be surprised if he uses his gray plant form when he wants to blend in
Especially in public where shapes who aren't so forgiving of blixer could be
