Okay so Danny gets adopted by Bruce. Yeah? Yeah.
And they don't know about his powers? Obviously. We know this part of the story.
BUT. On a casual trip out for food or whatever, Danny and some of the bat sibs get cornerd by reporters and paparazzi. There panicking bec danny JUST got here and they haven't had time to breif him on how to interact with the media and he's totally gonna flounder and they need to help him before he totally flubs it!
Exept, he doesn't. He smiles, nice and bright, into the camra. He waits patiently for each reporter to ask their questions and then answers confidently, giving them something walst acctually answering nothing. "Where are you from?" "A small town, I'm sure you wouldn't know it but, really, it's about where I am now."How did you come to be adopted by bruce?"Well, I look quite a bit like my new brothers, don't you think? Haha. I like to think it was meant to be."
And on and on he gose, dancing around them, shareing professionally worded jokes and calmly addressing eatch person as they viyed for his attention, controlling the flow of conversation.
The bat kids all look at eatchother.
This kids been media trained.
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top male reader — minors fem dni-- reader implied to be yandere
you’d consider yourself an artist, and he’s your canvas.
the way he blinks away tears of arousal from his eyes, trying to hide his face away from your discerning, unwavering gaze. he was shivering, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. purple hickies littered all over his torso and neck, red teeth marks scattered all over his abdomen and chest. his hands were quivering as he grasped your thick arm, choked out words pleading for mercy reached deaf ears.
he was your canvas. yours. and you weren’t going to stop until his body was a work of art for your eyes alone.
he could see that look of possessiveness wash over the glaze in your eyes, something that aroused him to no end, but also made him fear what else you would do.
mine. mine. mine. the thought of him being yours felt simply right, and simply divine. you had made his insides as much of a work of art as his outsides. his hole was loose, slightly puffy and red, irritated by the stretch of your girth and the force of your body ontop of his. his insides were stretched, forced to accommodate your dick, and were leaking frothed up cum. his being was like clay, ready to be bent, molded and massaged into the perfect piece, and you were indeed so close to doing so. he was the perfect canvas, always pretty and so willing, only for you though. pretty, perfect, yours...
it was so worth it, so worth getting your hands dirty to get him.
you grabbed his chin, sturdy fingers making his drool stained lips squish together, before a deep, sensual kiss was placed at his lips. he squirmed in your unrelenting hold, mind fried from having your dick split him in two. he didn’t mind when you wrapped your other arm around his body, scooping him into your lap, only briefly letting out a tired whine when he felt you pull out, dripping cum from his ass, before you pulled yourself back into his sloppy hole, enjoying how he clung himself to your body, trying to shudder the moan from such a large, sudden penetration. your bodies were right infront of a large body mirror, something that you thoroughly enjoyed.
his body was sensitive, and way overstimulated from when you two first began. you pushed the hair out of his eyes, before running the tips of your fingers over his body, grazing the marks and the bites that you left behind. he jolted, electricity traveling down his spine at your fleeting touches. they ran from his marked up shoulder, to grazing his swollen and angry nipples, then running down his cum and piss stained stomach, lightly pressing on the glistened abdomen, feeling your dick pulse inside of him.
you hummed against his ear, forcing a shiver down his spine. one hand grabbed his hip, the other grabbed his chin and turned his face to the mirror, kissing his earlobe. “like what you see? don’t try to hide it..” he whined louder, voice too raw from moaning, trying to hide into your shoulder. you had to grasp his chin harder, forcing his eyes to the mirror.
“you’re my perfect doll, darling.. my perfect art piece… so beautiful..” your gentle tone made him tighten around you, making you chuckle. the hand that lingered on his hips reached closer to his spent dick, making him hitch his breath in his throat, “and you’re all mine.” he felt your other hand interlock with his as you bit his adams apple, pushing both of you onto your soiled bed once again.
and as much as he was your canvas, you were his artist. painting his soul dark, making him crave you, desire you, want you. making him breathe you in and crave your essence in the depths of his being.
KAVEH, gojo, simeon, belphie, solomon, baizhu, KAEYA, aalto , kazuha, sethos, thoma, GEPARD, dan heng, luocha, argenti, actually ALL the mcs (aether, rover, caelus) ALL
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