#and i do not want him to talk i want him DEAD

[enigmaris]

Red Hood held out his now uncovered hand as if to ask for a hand shake. Danny floated a bit closer and reached out with his own gloved finger. He poked into the back of the guy’s hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Dude, what if you’re contagious?”

“Can ghosts get sick?” Nightwing asked.

“There are ghost diseases, yeah.” Danny answered, still poking at Red Hood’s hand. “No ghost antibiotics, though. You just have to tough it out.”

“Is that what I have?”

“No.” Danny said. “You have something easier to fix.”

Danny floated back so that he was eye level with the two taller heroes. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at Red Hood.

“So, like. Is there a private place we could chat?”

“Private?” Nightwing asked. “Why? It isn’t fatal, is it?”

“Uh no? It's just personal. What’s it called Hippo? The doctor thing.”

“Are you talking about HIPAA?” Red Hood asked, sounding confused.

“That’s it!” Danny snapped a finger and pointed at Red Hood. “It’s personal medical info. We are on a rooftop in the middle of the biggest city I’ve ever been in. Do you want to go somewhere private?”

“I uh... No, here is fine.”

"Okay.” Danny said. “Cool then. So, these Lazarus Pits? I’ve never seen one, but I have heard of them from other older ghosts. Except we don’t call them that. They’re relatively common in the zone, but the locations are secret, you have to know someone who knows someone ya know?”

“Well, what are they?”

“Distilleries.”

“What?” Red Hood managed to look absolutely flabbergasted even with the full faced motorcycle helmet covering his head.

“Ghosts can’t eat human food, right? I mean we can, but we don’t taste anything. We don’t have the physical parts to digest human food and enjoy it like we did when we were alive.” Danny explained. “It’s the same thing for things like alcohol and drugs and things. So, a lot of adult ghosts still want to get drunk even though they’re dead. I died before 21 so I wouldn’t know, but like, there’s a desire for it.”

“What does this have to do with the Lazarus Pits?”

"Well, in order to make something we can taste, it has to be made with ectoplasm. Alcohol is not as easy to make as other stuff for ghosts. Alcohol is made using fermentation, right? Well ectoplasm doesn’t really. Do that. I mean ectoplasm is either inert or charged with emotional energy, if it gets charged enough it will form a ghost or spirit or something. It’s basically impossible to like, make ectoplasm ferment without risking your alcohol becoming the ghost of wines past.” Danny said, throwing a joke on the end there. Nightwing gave him a smile while Red Hood managed to glare at him through the full red facemask.

“There are ghosts who have figured out how to force ectoplasm to ferment. They basically invented ghost yeast, a sourdough starter of horror if you will. It takes centuries for ectoplasm to get good enough to be considered drinkable alcohol. So, what an enterprising barkeeping ghost will do is find like, an abandoned cave or something, fill it with ectoplasm dump the ghost yeast in there and leave it alone for like a thousand years to ripen. Then they’ll come back, bottle it up and sell it in the zone.” Danny continued.

"Are you telling me Red Hood is ghost drunk?” Nightwing asked.

“I’m saying he has a yeast infection.”

[moldycheezeit]

Neglected Batsis idea

This was inspired by @sleepn0tfound "That's MY Daughter (P.S this is my first time writing anything like this at all. （´∇｀''）)

Ok so imagine a neglected fem batsis reader who is really smart and pretty, because she's Bruce's daughter, But she's so smart after she wins a science competition she ends up meeting Tony Stark. Who talks to her about what she made and other science things (idk man im not a science person (ᵕ—ᴗ—)). And over time she goes to New York more and more to stay with him and help make inventions.

 Over this time Tony will start seeing her as his daughter and not want her to leave, so he asks her to join the avengers as a tech person. She agrees because neither the batfam nor anyone in Gotham cares about where she is and what she's doing or if she's dead. So he has her train under Natasha for self defence or just in case she does need to fight in a battle.

One day at a public event that Tony is hosting and batsis is seen standing next to him. As he calls her his daughter and how she helped him make the new tech that's being promoted. Alfred who has the Tv on as background noise hears a familiar name being said and looks up to see batsis next to everybody's favorite genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. So he goes to where the batfam is (because they are all magically there) and tells them. At first they dont believe him but decide to look at the news channel he was talking about and are surprised when they see Tony Stark calling their sister/daughter his daughter.

While thinking of this I wanted to inspiring batsis off ochaco uraraka, mitsuri kanroji, and nami. Ok thats all for now toodles ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Edit : If I do write this and accidentally miss characterize anyone I’m sorry 😞

[mostlymarvelgirl]

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`~°•.▪︎☆ Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

`~°•.▪︎☆ Requested by: @dianawinchester03 it might slightly vary from your request cuz I got carried away. Hope you like it. 🫂

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`~°•.▪︎☆ Summary: Dean gets a little jealous of the reader flirting for a case. Things get heated.

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Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Slightly Dark Jealousy, Possessiveness, Rough play, Slight BDSM, Pain & Pleasure Play, Cunnilingus, Mention of bodily fluids, Penetrative Sex, A little Angst but with a sweet ending.

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The suspect was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes, sits across from you at the cafe's small table. He smirks, 'You know, most women aren't this persistent when interrogating me.' He leans forward, his eyes locked onto yours.

You lick your lips slowly, 'And what happens when they do? Do you talk?' You flash him a small smile, crossing your legs seductively. 'You're not married, are you?' You ask, already knowing the answer. He grins wolfishly.

You smile flirtatiously on purpose. God you felt disgusting honestly but atleast you got the evidence you needed. You felt eyes staring into your head.

Dean Winchester was not someone who liked sharing. Possessive much? Very. His jaw was locked tightly as he watched you and the suspect, John Grimes something... his name didn't matter to Dean. He wanted that guy dead but unfortunately you and Sam needed that asshole to solve the case.

And since he loved you and trusted you. He tolerated. But this...This was too far. He couldn't take it anymore.

Dean's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched you flirt with Grimes. His eyes narrowed, a deep scowl etched onto his face. He knew you were just playing a role, but seeing another man's eyes on you, seeing you smile at him like that... it made something inside him snap.

The room suddenly goes quiet. You feel the shift in atmosphere, the way the cool air seems to change. Turning slightly, you see Dean leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes blaze with an intensity you recognize all too well - possessive rage. He's been watching you flirt.

You quickly wrap up the conversation with Grimes, your heart racing at the sight of Dean. "If you think of anything else, you know how to reach me." You stand up smoothly, gathering your things. Grimes's eyes trail down your body appreciatively, but you barely notice.

"Damn right she doesn't notice," Dean growls softly to himself, watching Grimes practically eye-fuck your body. His expression darkens, his shoulders tensing.

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Dean slams the door to their motel room behind you, his boots echoing on the worn-out carpet. You turn to face him, seeing the raw jealousy and lust burning in his eyes. He doesn't say a word, just grabs you by the waist and pulls you against him roughly.

"Jealous much?", you ask him teasingly his hands squeeze your hips possessively, his face inches from yours.

"You think I'm jealous?" He snarls, his breath hot against your lips. "Baby, jealousy is way too.. fucking tame for what I'm feeling right now." His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh.

You laugh softly, "You know I was just doing my job, right?" You wrap your arms around his neck, your body pressing against his. "I didn't mean to make your caveman side come out." You bite your lip to hide your smile.

Dean's eyes flash with anger and something darker. "Caveman side?" He repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Baby, this ain't no fucking caveman side. This is me wanting to rip that fucker's eyes out for looking at you like that."

"And how was he looking at me, exactly?" You smirk, enjoying the fact that you've riled Dean up so thoroughly. Your fingers play with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you wait for his response, fully aware of how jealous he's acting.

Dean loses control. He grabs handfuls of your dress, tearing it down the middle. The sound of ripping fabric fills the room. He shoves the ruined dress off your body along with your bra. Your panties follow next - he rips them off roughly, making you gasp. "Spread."

His voice is harsh, commanding. You spread your legs automatically, standing there in nothing but your heels. He steps between your thighs, his large hands gripping them possessively as he pulls them further apart. "He looked at my girl like she was his next meal,"

"So I'm going to remind you who you belong to," He growls, his hands tightening on your thighs as he pulls them up around his waist. He doesn't bother taking off his jeans, just shoves them down enough to free himself.

He pushes inside you hard and rough, making you cry out. No foreplay, no slow build-up. He's past that. He's past being gentle. His mouth captures one of your breasts, biting down softly as he pounds into you, the motel room filling with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Your back hits the wall with each thrust. He's like an animal, taking you rough and deep. Your breasts bounce with each movement, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders. He feels too good, too big. Your body struggles to adjust to his brutal rhythm.

"Who do you belong to?" He demands, his face buried in your neck. He lifts you higher, wrapping your legs around his waist and changing the angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your vision blur. "Say it." His hand reaches up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries.

"You," You moan against his palm, your body tight around him. He's hitting that spot relentlessly, making your toes curl. "Only you." Your nails rake down his back. He growls, pounding into you harder. "Like this?" He asks darkly, knowing he's being rough.

"Yes," You whimper, your head thrown back against the wall. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. He feels so good, so right. His hand reaches up to pinch one of your sensitive peaks hard. You scream against his palm, your body shaking with an intense, unexpected orgasm.

Dean pulls out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. Before you can protest, he drops to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue diving in without warning. He eats you out like a starving man, rough and messy.

His fingers spread you open, holding you in place as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit. He pays no mind to your sensitive state, instead, attacking the bundle of nerves with fervor. You scream, squirming against his mouth, but he doesn't relent.

He pulls away just as you're about to come, making you whimper in disappointment. He grabs your hips and flips you around, putting you on your hands and knees on the motel room floor. He shoves back inside you hard before you can catch your breath, making you cry out.

Dean sets a relentless pace, pounding into you from behind with brutal force. Each thrust slams your knees against the rough carpet, a gritty sensation grinding against your skin. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise, using them as leverage to pull you back onto his cock.

"Come on, baby," He grunts, his voice strained. "Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy. Show me how much you like it when I fuck you like this." He reaches around to pinch your clit hard, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body.

He hits that spot inside you over and over, his hips slapping against your backside. You can feel another release building quickly, but he always pulls away before you can find relief. He's determined to break you, to make you beg.

Finally, Dean can't hold back any longer. He slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside as he groans loudly, his cock pulsing with his release. You feel him fill you up, the warmth of his cum triggering your own orgasm.

Dean slowly pulls out, making you wince. He watches his semen drip down your thighs, his expression unreadable. He surprising grabs a blanket from the bed, wrapping it around you gently. "Here," His voice is soft, careful. A complete contrast to how he was just treating you roughly.

He pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His fingers gently brush your hair away from your face, his touch tender and caring. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice laced with concern. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then another on your lips.

"Did I hurt you too much?" His hands run soothing circles over your back. Despite his rough treatment earlier, he's now gentle as a lamb, checking for any marks or bruises. "Christ, I was too rough," He murmurs against your hair, cradling you closer.

"I'm okay... though..." you smirk.

"Maybe I should do this often if it gets you this riled up." You kiss his cheek sweetly.

"Oh really?" His lips curl into a dangerous smirk, eyes darkening playfully. "You want me to trigger like that again, sweetheart?" His hands slide down to your hips possessively. "Because I swear to God, you keep talking like that..." He leans in close, nearly whispering.

"I'll have you screaming my name all night long," His voice is low and husky, with a clear promise of more intense encounters. His lips brush against your ear as he continues teasingly. "And trust me, darlin', you ain't got nothing on me when I'm really triggered."

You bite your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye that shows you're more than ready for round two. "Promises, promises," you taunt softly, your fingers tracing over his chest. Dean growls playfully, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips.

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[rosemaryhoney27]

Ghosts Don’t Kill… Right?

Danny Fenton had always hated clowns. Not just the creepy, unsettling ones, but all of them. Something about their wide, exaggerated grins and unpredictable behavior put him on edge. Maybe it was some buried childhood trauma, or maybe he just had good instincts. After all, his life had been anything but normal since he’d gained his ghost powers.

So when he turned around and saw the Joker standing behind him, grinning that awful grin, his instincts kicked in. He didn’t think—he just reacted.

His fist swung before he could even process the situation. And he hadn’t held back. Not like he would against a human. No, this was a ghost-level punch. A punch meant to put something down.

The impact was sickening. The Joker’s face caved in like a smashed pumpkin, and he crumpled to the ground without so much as a final laugh.

Dead.

Danny froze, his heart hammering. He hadn’t meant to do that. Sure, the Joker was the kind of person the world was probably better off without, but Danny Fenton didn’t kill people.

“Crap,” he muttered. His mind raced. He couldn’t just leave the body. Batman would come looking. The whole Justice League might come looking. And if people found out that Danny Phantom had punched the Joker’s brain into paste, things were going to get complicated.

So he did the first thing that came to mind—he grabbed the body and started dragging it toward a nearby dumpster. He wasn’t proud of it, but he had to act fast. Maybe he could figure out a better plan later.

Then he heard a voice behind him.

“What you got there, kid?”

Danny whipped around, every muscle tensing. Standing there, watching him with an almost amused look, was Red Hood.

Danny knew about him. The Robin who died, the vigilante who didn’t play by Batman’s no-kill rule. If anyone was going to react badly to Danny offing the Joker, it was him.

“Uh.” Danny’s brain stalled. He glanced at the body, then back at Red Hood. “Uh… garbage?”

Hood raised an eyebrow behind his helmet. “Really? ‘Cause that looks a whole lot like a dead Joker. And you? You look a whole lot like the guy who just killed him.”

Danny swallowed. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Ref Hood tilted his head. “Didn’t mean to?” He let out a low chuckle. “Damn, kid. You just did what I’ve wanted to do for years. And you didn’t mean to?”

Danny felt a cold pit form in his stomach. “It was a reflex.”

Hood crouched down and examined the body, then let out a whistle. “Damn. You caved his skull in like a melon. That’s not normal.” His gaze flicked up to Danny, eyes narrowing behind the mask. “Who are you?”

Danny hesitated. Should he run? Try to talk his way out of this? Red Hood wasn’t exactly a hero in the traditional sense, but he was still part of the Bat family. If he decided to turn Danny in… well, that would be a problem.

Hood smirked. “Relax, kid. I’m not gonna rat you out. If anything, I’m impressed. But I am curious—how does a scrawny teenager punch the Joker’s face into next week?”

Danny took a deep breath. Screw it. He was already in deep. “I, uh… might not be entirely human.”

Hood’s smirk grew. “Now that sounds interesting.”

[michanvalentine]

I was thinking about what Spawn Astarion says when Tav/Durge hints at leaving him: “Oh, shit, did I do something wrong?”

I’ve often seen people interpret this line as proof of how low Astarion’s self-esteem is—how he immediately assumes that it must be because of something he did wrong or something fundamentally flawed about him. And that’s absolutely true. But I also think this statement reveals just how much he has actually grown and changed compared to before.

Throughout the adventure, Astarion has consistently avoided accusations or responsibility for many things.

• “Killed is such a strong word. Not many corpses have your vigor,” he says when he loses control during the bite scene.

• “Don’t look at me like that—Cazador’s orders,” he tells the Gur children when they confront him about his actions.

• “It’s just six of them, and they’re vampire spawn,” he says about his siblings.

• “I’d have bedded you three times over by now if you were normal,” he tells Karlach during their first night together, shifting the blame onto her.

• “They’re as good as dead, they’re starving, they’ll cause a massacre,” he argues when justifying sacrificing the souls to Mephistopheles.

He deflects, downplays, and avoids responsibility.

But when Tav/Durge hints at leaving him? Astarion doesn’t hide. He doesn’t deflect. He directly asks if he did something wrong—even at the risk of hearing yes, that he actually did.

That’s not a small thing. To me, it shows openness, a willingness to be vulnerable, to take responsibility, and to accept the possibility of being hurt. It’s not just his low self-esteem talking—it’s also the courage and strength he has gained.

And that’s it, I just wanted to share this little thought of mine about this line.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: psycho!anakin x f!reader

The news broke your peaceful sunday's morning. «LOCAL MAN FOUND DEAD IN PARKING LOT—POLICE INVESTIGATING POSSIBLE HOMICIDE» you saw big, fat words stretch out on the reddish screen. You didn't really care much about watching the news but this time you felt something weight you down on the couch. Like it wanted you to see that. To experience that as a viewer.

Your stomach dropped.

The air seemed to stop in your lungs, squeeze your insides, wrap around you like a snake. A sudden chill crept up your spine as the reporter droned on about how the body had been discovered just before midnight—how authorities were already trying to put things together, to unfold this case.

You stared at the screen, unblinking.

Because you knew him. You talked to him. Just yesterday.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER wasn't so emotional or touched by the whole thing as you were. He just sat beside you on the couch, keeping being silent. One arm lazily draped over the backrest, being all comfortable in his place—like he wasn’t watching breaking news about a man he murdered with his own hands.

"The victim, James Kelly, was last seen leaving his workplace around 10 PM—"

Your breath hitched. That’s when you saw him. That's when he made a small talk, was all sweet and nice asking for your number.

"—and police have reasons to believe this was a targeted attack. The scene showed clear signs of struggle, but no leads on suspects at this time—"

A targeted attack.

A murder.

You could feel your own heart stop, blood depriving from your body as you felt so...empty..so teared up of something. You swallowed, barely managing to take a deep breath in. And Anakin? He was still calm. His fingers drummed against the couch, his other hand holding a glass of water, posture relaxed like this was just another segment on the morning news.

"The investigation is ongoing—"

You turned to Anakin. His jaw was already shaved although you could see a reddish bruise around his throat..and a bloody scrape on his face...

"—authorities urge anyone with information to come forward—"

"I just… I talked to him," you whispered, voice small, shaken as you turned your gaze back to TV. "He was fine. He—he wanted to ask me out, Ani, and now he’s just—"

Anakin finally turned his head, slow, face unreadable, emotionless. Fingers reached for yours, wrapping them in his warm palm, being all too gentle for someone who just took a life.

"I know, baby." his voice soothing, careful. "But you don’t have to think about him anymore." thumb traced small circles against your wrist, trying to calm you, soothe you - something he swore to do everytime. You leaned into him without even thinking.

"It’s scary," you murmured, your brain trying to make a sense out of it. "What if—what if they never find who did it?"

"They won’t." His response was instant. Confident.

You furrowed your brows. "How do you know?"

Anakin held your gaze for a longer second. Then, he smiled. Soft. Sweet. Like he wasn’t capable of monstrous things. "Because some people just disappear, angel." His hand curled around yours, squeezing it tight..too tight. "And no one ever finds out why."

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[webbedmirror]

High King Phantom looked at his surroundings with narrowed eyes. He rarely responded to summonings, however, this one came with offerings—sacrifices—. It perked his interest, and not necessarily in a good way. The summoning circle was sloppy, the summoners were dressed in cheap matching cloaks, they seemingly were in a random abandoned apartment, and most importantly, he was surrounded by bodies.

Seven bodies surrounded the king, seven bodies sacrificed to Danny.

"Your majesty," a person—seemingly the leader— greeted with a bowed head, "It is an honor to be in your glorious presence." Glowing green eyes stared them down, but they did not receive a response. Ever arrogant, the mortal continued talking, "We have used three sacrifices to summon you, and we hope to use the other four to strike a deal with me."

Phantom could not help but sneer. "You want to use the other four for a deal? You lot already seemed to be idiotic and somehow manage to anger me further." The summoners flinched, some preparing to flee. The king would not allow that to happen, a light tap of his foot and the floor was covered in frost, freezing the summoners in place.

"These people are dead, they are under my domain, they are my subjects. You want to give me something that is already mine?" Phantom yelled. "Even if you offered them to me when they were alive, what use would I have for them? I have trillions if not quadrillions of undead under my rule. Do you understand what that means? That is over a thousand times more people living on your planet. What do four or fuck— seven lives mean to me? Your sacrifices mean nothing to me, all you've done is needlessly kill your own kind!"

His words left the summoners speechless; it seemed they underestimated the king's power. They couldn't help but cower, a chilling, heart-pounding fear now embedded in them.

"Where is the tome you used?" Phantom was met with silence. "Do not make me repeat myself!"

"It- it's over there, your- your majesty," someone spoke up, shakily pointing a finger to a bag in the back of the room.

Phantom telekinetically brought the bag towards him, carelessly throwing things out the bag before finding the tome. He flipped through the book, quickly scanning it before freezing it solid. He raised the book high and then threw it onto the floor. Both the ice and book shattered like glass, becoming such small particles that one couldn't even hope to recover and put back together the tome.

"Now then, what should I do with you all?"

"I can take care of the rest," a new voice spoke. Phantom looked at the knight—or perhaps, hero, but the lingering of Lady Gotham on the man made Phantom prioritize the fact that he was a knight— dressed in black and blue.

"This is my issue, knight. I have the right to deal with in any way I'd like."

The knight walked closer to him, steps confident despite the icy floor. "You may be right, but you are on human land, you aren't judge, jury, or executioner."

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Nightwing was late-late again, too slow, too sloppy, too careless, and people died, again and it was his fault. Bludhaven was his territory, his city, and he couldn't even properly defend it.

The vigilante forced himself to not look at the dead bodies, faces crumbled in pain, tear tracks still on their faces, and instead looked the king of the dead in the eye.

"What do the rules of humans mean to me, when I am more powerful than a human could even wish to be?" A seemingly light tap of the foot resulted in the tile beneath him to crumble and the room filled with the screams of the summoners.

He'd made a blunder; sleep deprivation was not helping him speak to high-ranking alien entities. "That doesn't make us any less significant, nor does that mean you need to invalidate our culture and government. I hope if you are a just ruler, that you would respect our planet and the way it governs."

The king frowned, glowing green eyes stared at him intensely. "Get them out of my sight and we'll see how I feel."

Nightwing nodded, putting the criminals in handcuffs under the king's scrutiny. Once the king had evaporated the frost, he tied them up and put them in another room whilst talking to a police operative. While the vigilante took care of the criminals, the ghost took care of the sacrifices. A wave of magic surrounded the bodies, one by one, and their faces changed into a peaceful look. Seven orbs surrounded the king, and he looked at them with a soft sadness that surprised Nightwing.

The king's eyes focused back on Nightwing. "You will make sure those people are prosecuted properly?"

Nightwing nodded, "Of course."

"Then it's time for me to leave. Thank you for your help."

"Wait!" the hero bowed his head. "I know this is probably not the best time, but you're the king of the dead right?"

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The knight looked back at him, full of desperation. "My baby brother died not long ago, I just need to know. . ."

Phantom softened, "If he's a knight like you, he should be fine in my realm."

"He was." the knight clenched his fists, "I just. . . I need to know for sure that he's okay, that he's going to stay okay, and that I'm sorry."

"I can keep an eye on him, ensure his safety, and pass along information so long as you are alive in exchange of you passing along the final messages of these seven and ensuring that they receive a funeral of their liking." Unfortunately, as much as he sympathized with the knight, so long as he was within the summoning circle he could not do things for free. Whilst he could break out of it, it would be a waste of energy and he was sure the knight would agree to the terms.

"Thank you."

"We have a deal, Sir . . ?"

"Nightwing. It's a deal, King. . ."

"Phantom. We have a deal."

For the first time in a while, Nightwing smiled-soft and watery, nonetheless, a smile.

"Then, goodbye, Nightwing. And do take care of yourself, you look like shit and I don't want you to become my subject before you complete your end of the deal."

[End.]

Wahoo! It's been a while since I've written something original-ish like this so do forgive any inconsistencies or mistakes. This is a oneshot and I most likely won't add onto it so I'm just going to spill some of the background/ideas/would-be-plans for this :]

This is set while Jason is dead but before Tim meets with Dick

Speaking of Tim, I feel like Dick would be nicer and not so guilty for pushing him to become Robin

Shortly after he comes back to the realms, Danny goes to find Jason and passes on Dick's sorry as well as receives the message Jason wants to give to Dick

If this were a multichapter fic it would be slow burn friends to lovers Death Defying

I'd imagine that Danny & Jason get a brotherly bond

Clockwork essentially tosses Danny at Jason's grave when it's time for Jason to resurrect

Jason won't (initially) have his memories of being dead, but like post resurrection he doesn't have a lot of memories in the first place sooo

Whilst Jason is dead, he is located in Infinite Realm!Gotham under the care of Lady Gotham so Danny doesn't have to monitor him 24/7 and only visits him every 2 weeks or to pass along messages

Danny and Dick bond in a weird fucked up way of Dick "It took me a month to learn about Jason's death because I was off-planet and Bruce didn't tell me anything" and Danny "It took months for my sister to learn I was dead and years for my parents to learn about it and we lived under the same roof so you're off to a better start."

Oh, Nightwing isn't thinking straight because of Jason's death and his lack of coping mechanisms. I don't think I did a great job of showing that but that's why he's making a deal without hesitation

[pomegranatelifethis]

A Shattered Dream

The cold wind cuts against your face as you clench your fists tightly. Your heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest. Without even realizing it, your feet have carried you to the apartment building where Jason lives. You have to tell him everything. You're pregnant. And this is his responsibility too.

Walking through the dimly lit, run-down hallway, an uneasy feeling gnaws at you. You have no idea how Jason will react. He told you he loved you once, but Jason Todd loving someone never meant he was reliable. He always acted on anger, suppressing his true emotions.

You raise your hand to knock on the door, but a sound from inside makes you freeze. Laughter. A woman’s laughter—one you don’t recognize.

Noticing the door is slightly ajar, you can’t help but peek inside. Your eyes widen. Jason is sitting on the couch, a blonde woman beside him. Her hand rests on his arm, a flirtatious smile on her lips. But what shakes you the most is Jason’s reaction—he’s not pulling away. He’s not stopping her.

Your heart tightens, a lump forming in your throat. You want to storm in and scream, but no words come out. Instead, you take a deep breath and push the door open harder.

Jason looks up, his eyes narrowing when he sees you. The woman glances at you curiously, but Jason… Jason just sighs, as if your presence is an inconvenience.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is cold, indifferent.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay composed. “We need to talk,” you say, your voice unsteady.

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Is it important? Because I’m kind of busy right now.”

The woman giggles, but you don’t even look at her. Your hands curl into fists. “I’m pregnant.”

The room falls into a dead silence. The woman’s smile fades, and Jason doesn’t move. Then, suddenly, he lets out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head as he stands and walks toward you.

“What did you just say?”

You meet his gaze, your throat tightening. “You heard me. I’m pregnant, Jason.”

Jason takes a deep breath, his lips pressing into a thin line before he scoffs. Then he smirks—mocking, cruel. “And? How do I even know it’s mine?”

It feels like the world crashes down on you. Your vision blurs, your breathing turns uneven. “What… what do you mean?”

Jason’s eyes darken. “You think I’m just going to take your word for it? What, you ‘accidentally’ got pregnant and now you’re running to me? You want money? Trying to trap me?”

His words cut deeper than a knife. You take a shaky step back. “Do you really think that?”

Jason clenches his jaw, looks away. Says nothing. And that silence says everything.

A tear slips down your cheek, your chest aching. You’re only sixteen. He’s older than you. He always acted like he knew better, like he had everything under control. But now, with just a few cruel words, he’s shattered you completely.

Tears stream freely down your face, but you refuse to break in front of him. You’ve made a terrible mistake trusting Jason Todd.

“Forget it, Jason.”

You turn and walk out, not once looking back. He doesn’t call after you. He doesn’t try to stop you.

As you step into the empty streets, your tears become uncontrollable. You whisper to yourself, “I’m completely alone now.”

Under the flickering streetlights, you keep walking, not knowing where you’re going—only that you need to get away. Jason’s words echo in your mind. “Trying to trap me?” “How do I even know it’s mine?”

You feel small. Helpless. Sixteen years old, not even legally an adult, and you have no idea how to handle this. How to raise a baby. How to be strong on your own.

Lost in thought, you accidentally bump into someone. You flinch and look up. A stranger glares at you, but you don’t even apologize. You just keep walking, drowning in the weight of everything.

Reaching the edge of a park, you stop, breath hitching. You find a bench and sit down, your hands trembling. Slowly, your fingers move to your stomach. There’s a tiny life growing inside you. And now, it’s up to you to protect it.

Jason isn’t coming back. He doesn’t care. He humiliated you, doubted you, abandoned you.

Your vision blurs again, but you grit your teeth and lift your head. Crying won’t help. Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself won’t fix anything. You need to figure out what to do. You need to go somewhere. But where?

Your family? No. You can’t tell them. You don’t know if they’ll support you. If they don’t, you’ll truly have no one.

Your friends? How would they react? Who would actually stay by your side?

Jason? No. He’s gone.

For a moment, you pull out your phone. Your fingers shake as you scroll through your contacts. One name makes you pause.

Dick.

Jason’s so-called brother. But nothing like him. Dick Grayson, the one who always tries to protect everyone, who actually cares. The one person who might help you.

But can you tell him this?

You take a deep breath, staring at the message screen. Your finger hovers over the keyboard.

"Dick… I need your help."

You hesitate. If you send this, there’s no going back. If you don’t… you’re completely alone.

Closing your eyes, you hold your breath. Then, you press send.

Now, all you can do is wait.

After sending the message, you hold your phone tightly in your palms. Your heart is beating like crazy. Will Dick answer? If he does, how will he react?

A few seconds feels like minutes. Your fingers are cold, your breathing is irregular. You can't help but check to see if the message has been seen.

Finally your phone vibrates.

Dick: “Where are you?”

Your whole body relaxes, but there is still uneasiness inside you. You write him your location. “In a park. I don't know what to do.”

Your stomach tightens as you wait for Dick to write something. You trusted Jason, but he erased you so easily. What if Dick does the same?

But after a few seconds another message comes:

Dick: “Wait. I'm coming.

As you sit on the cold stone bench of the park, the silence of the night sinks in. It's cold, but you don't feel it much. The confusion inside you outweighs the cold outside.

Before ten minutes have passed, you hear a pair of heavy footsteps. When you look up, you see Dick Grayson. It's obvious from afar that he's worried. His eyes scan you quickly, his face becoming serious.

“God,” he whispers, speeding up his steps and approaching you. When he stands in front of you, he leans down a little and looks at your face. "What happened?"

At that moment, the words get stuck in your throat. You don't know what to say. What Jason said? Is it the loneliness you feel? Or is it the fear you have about the future?

Your tears begin to flow down your cheeks. And finally, you whisper in a broken voice:

“Jason… he didn't want me.”

Dick's face hardens. He clenches his jaw and his eyes narrow. “What did he mean?”

You bite your lips trembling. “I told him I was pregnant… and… he didn't believe me. He thought I was doing this for money. He said the child wasn't his.”

Dick's body tenses. He makes fists with his hands. “That bastard…” he grumbles, but then takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. Getting angry is not what you need right now. Seeing him get angry like this breaks you even more. You bow your head. “I don't know, Dick. I don't know what to do.”

There is silence for a few seconds. Then Dick slowly kneels down and gently places his hands over yours. “Hey… Calm down, okay?” His voice is soft but determined. “You don't have to do this alone.”

Your eyes fill with tears. “But… I—”

“Shh.” Dick shakes his head. “Jason is an idiot. But I'm here. I won't leave you alone. We will find a way together.”

Your heart tightens, but at the same time you feel a little relief for the first time. Dick... is really here. He didn't leave you.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You don't know what will happen. But at least right now, you're not completely alone.

is breaking. Jason's cold words, his gaze, his disdain... Dick is lost a little bit, at least for now.

“What am I going to do, Dick?” you whisper. Your voice is almost inaudible.

Dick pauses for a moment. He's obviously weighing what to say. Then he shakes your hand gently and says: “First of all, we are getting up from here and taking you to a warm place.” He stares at you. “Have you eaten?”

You shake your head. You didn't even realize you were hungry.

Dick sighs and stands up, holding out his hand to you. “Then let's feed you first. Then we think about what to do next.”

You hesitantly extend your hand to him. The kindness Dick shows in lifting you up is something you haven't felt in so long... your eyes fill with tears again. But this time you don't cry.

---

Dick takes you to a nearby cafe. A hot tea and a plate of food in front of you make you realize how exhausted you are. When you take the spoon in your hand, you realize that Dick is watching you carefully.

“Can you stop observing me?” you mutter.

Dick smiles slightly, but the concern in his eyes does not disappear. “You look tired.”

You turn your spoon in the plate. “Because I'm tired.”

Dick shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. "I understand.” Then his face becomes serious. “Now, tell me everything.”

You take a deep breath. You tell Jason one by one how you went, how you found out, how he rejected you. Dick's face is getting harder and harder. He starts tapping his fingers on the edge of the table—something he does when he's angry.

When he finally finishes, Dick doesn't speak for a few seconds. Then he suddenly takes a deep breath and leans back.

“I can't promise not to kill that fool.”

Your eyes are getting bigger. “Dick—”

"No.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “What right does he have to tell you these things? What right does he have to blame you, belittle you, leave you alone...?”

You bite your lips. Even though Dick defending you warms your heart, it hurts to even talk about Jason.

You bow your head. “I trusted him.”

Dick's face softens. His hand reaches across the table and hesitantly places it next to yours. “I know,” he whispers. “But you're not alone. I won't leave you."

You just sit for a while. The silence is not disturbing. Dick is here and that gives you some comfort

But the fear inside still doesn't go away.

What happens next?

Tag @jscrawls @Welpthisisboring @lilyalone @itsberrydreemurstuff

[majorlb]

There are so many instances over the years, where Charles reads Edwins lingering gaze as something more.

It starts all the way back in the attic, and every time he tries to see if he's reading it right.

"I'd miss kissing. Do you miss kissing?"

"Nah, mate, don't sell yourself short, you're funny and fit, anyone would be lucky to know you"

"You're my favorite person, dead or alive"

It at always brings a shy smile to Edwins lips, and at the best of times make him flush prettily, but he never does more than verbally respond as if teasing a friend.

So, Charles tries harder. Gives it his all.

"I love you, Edwin."

"Oh, I love you too, Charles." and before he can rejoice and the butterflies in his chest and belly can even take off. "You're a dear friend, and I don't know what I'd do without you"

It makes something warm and soft unfurl within him, and it's almost enough to dull the sharp pang of disappointment. Edwin loves him, and that is enough.

He still tries here and there after that, but never again with the little tinge of hope.

Then Crystal happens, and Edwin is jealous. Crystal even points it out, and Charles is secretly delighted. Not a single reaction over the years, but something about seeing Charles half-heartedly flirt with an alive girl, whom it could never be more than a fling with, is clearly sending Edwin into a tizzy.

But then The Cat King, and Edwin starts keeping secrets. And then Monty shows up, and then Charles is the jealous one, once more. Hope never got him anywhere, and if Edwins type is anyone else but Charles, then Charles will be happy for him either way.

And then

On the steps of Hell.

Edwin tells him "I love you." "I love you as something more than what we are"

And Charles's heart is breaking because Hell really is cruel, to wave something he wants so badly right in front of him, dragging Edwin into it. But Edwin clearly believes it, so Charles responds the best he can.

Tells him, "I love you, but I can't say that I am in love with you" Not here. Not now. Not when he doesn't know if it's real or not.

But they'll figure it out.

They can talk about it later.

Except then, Edwin doesn't mention it again.

It's everything that Edwin thinks about. He doesn't know how to bring it up again. Doesn't want to push Charles away.

[cakypa120]

With the title of Champion of Magic came a lot of work. Separating a couple of Cyclopes or dragons, participating in peace talks, reviewing petitions and participating in court hearings. And that's just to keep the peace in the magical community. Billy didn't expect this kind of work at all!

The heroes were used to Marvel sometimes disappearing for days or even weeks, to him bringing piles of papers to the Watchtower and burying himself in them until the night. Or when he mumbled incoherent nonsense about fairies and leprechauns.

Hal: Cap, are you free tonight? We were planning on going to a bar tonight.

Marvel: Sorry, but I can't go with you, I have court today.

Hal: Wow, what happened.

Marvel: A dragon is suing a knight for breaking into a palace and stealing his bride.

Hal: What?

Marvel: Bye.

Batman: Captain, you've been gone three weeks. What were you doing that took so long?

Marvel: Does a treaty between the elves and the dwarves to end a centuries-old feud count?

Batman: I want a report on that.

Marvel: Not now, sir, I need to review the lawsuits filed against the fairies.

Superman: Captain, you need to take a break.

Marvel: I'll rest when I'm dead. But even in death, I'll have to work to keep this world from falling into the legal hell of the wizarding world.

Superman: Marvel, I'm worried about you.

Marvel: And I'm worried about how that pack of werewolves managed to cross into vampire territory and stay alive.

Diana: Hermes? What are you doing here?

Hermes: Just helping the Champion, of course!

Marvel: Did you figure out what kind of people you need to find?

Hermes: Don't worry! I'll get them for you even from Hades! Now go get some rest, Champion!

[sweetbunpura]

Cruise of a Lifetime.

Kalim would like to treat NRC to a cruise for summer break... he may have forgotten to tell everyone WHO else was sharing the ship with them...

Tie into: Rescue from RSA

“....You want to do what?”

“I think we should all go on a cruise for the summer!”

Today was one of the last dorm members meeting for NRC before they were left out for summer break. Kalim stood, a big smile plastered on his face, as he addressed the other dorm and vice leaders. Jamil had his face in his hands while the others in the room fixed Kalim with various expressions in their stares. Riddle blinked as he was no doubt processing the amount of work that would cause just trying to get the students to be cooperative. Trey sighed and shook his head next to him while he pinched the bridge of his nose. Leona’s arms were crossed and his eyes were closed, the only way to tell he had heard was the twitching of his ear.

Azul and Jade looked at each other, both seemed to be weighing the option of being on a ship for summer. Vil’s arms were crossed as he raised an eyebrow, Rook was next to him, eyes shining as he imagined being on the cruise. Idia made a face and pulled his hood up, muttering to himself about being around people would be a massive debuff. Lilia was smiling as he talked with Malleus, pointing out what an adventure on the ocean would be like. Rollo sighed and muttered into his handkerchief while Yuu’s eyes drifted off to the side as she thought about the proposal. 

“Kalim.” She began, gaining the attention of the others. “These guys can hardly stand to be next to each other for long. So, how do you think we'll fare in a ship and for how long?”

“Oh, it won't be long-”

“Thank the seven.” Trey muttered.

“Just four weeks!”

Everyone jerked their heads to look at Kalim with wide eyes.

“A MONTH!?”

He smiled. “Yep! It's that great?”

“Kalim...” Lilia laughed with a sigh. “Isn't that too long? Some of us would like to return to our families.”

“We'll have the remaining months to do that!”  

Once Kalim was dead set on an idea, it was hard to pull him off of it, even Jamil couldn't stop him evident by the dead eyed look he had. While everyone seemed to scramble to think of a way out of this, Yuu spoke up again.

“Okay...but you have to plan the whole thing by yourself. You brought it up, you plan it.”

Kalim blinked and tilted his head. “By myself?”

“All by yourself. No help from anyone in the school.” Yuu crossed her arms. “You got.... A month to plan everything, good luck.”

And with that, the meeting came to a close as each of them went about their way. Later that night, Kalim sat in his room, staring at his laptop as he tried to come up with a vague idea, only for his phone to ring and pull him out of his thoughts. He reached for it and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Kalim.” It was Jahzi.

“Jahzi!” Kalim perked up at the sound of his cousin's voice. “How are you?”

A chuckle. “I'm fine, but I'm calling to tell you that we won't be spending the first part of summer break together. I'm taking the RSA guys on a cruise.”

“On a...cruise?” Kalim blinked. “I was planning on doing that with NRC.”

“Oh? Maybe we can do it together.”

“I have to do it by myself... Yuu said I can't get help from anyone in the school.”

“....I'm not in NRC, so it's not breaking her rule.”

“Oh.” Kalim thought about it. “You're right! It's not! So what liner should we use?”

They spent the rest of the night planning and getting everything together for the upcoming month. Summer break was going to be interesting...

[revelboo]

what's been going on with that 'radioactive' dude, uh, what was his name again? the really religious one who thinks reader is a primus-given gift (literally XD)

just curious! :D

He’s still very confused and subjecting his human to radiation poisoning that the partial bond is struggling to keep at bay

Love Me Dead Pt 4

Sunstorm x Reader

• Venting raggedly as he moves awkwardly through the trees, he can feel your heart beating against him where he has you pinned against the mesh of his neck. A little consort gifted to him to help him stay strong. Enact Primus’s will and punish the wicked. And there’s so much wickedness. The Autobots might take him in, repair him. Or might assume he’s a Decepticon and attack him. Not realizing he’s beyond their petty war and picking sides. None of that matters in the grand scheme of things, not when Unicron is out there somewhere, spreading his ravenous destruction and corruption.

• Struggling against his grip as he keeps moving, your head is pounding, stomach sour. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about you. I swear.” Just want to pretend none of this ever happened. That whatever that was when you’d touched his spark was just a nightmare and you shudder. Pushing that knowledge, knowing about sparks, down into a dark corner of your mind. His thoughts infecting you. When you’d been lost in him, he’d overwhelmed you with his memories, his alien thoughts. His convictions. And you want none of it. You’re not his, you’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and did a stupid thing.

• You’re afraid. Your biofield crackling against his own and he wonders if this is part of his mission. Helping steer you from your uncertainty, until you have no doubts about his holy quest. Your quest now, too. And it’ll be nice to not be alone. To have another voice warning the others about the evil coming. Rasping when he tries to speak, he vents softly. Too hurt to soothe you with words. Shockwave at least is a logical, he must see reason this time. Listen and not just shove him into stasis. Again. Turning toward where he remembers the Nemesis being, he keeps walking. Can’t stop, there are worlds depending on him and they must listen to him.

• Slumping against his servos when your headache slides into a migraine, you close your eyes. Wondering where he’s taking you. Trying to untangle the chaos you’d seen in his mind. Because you’re almost certain he’s absolutely mad. His thoughts had been obsessed. Frantic and consuming. “You understand you can’t keep me,” you try, shooting for logic and he makes that awful rasping growl of noise again. Trying to talk to you. “I’m not a pet,” you try, but you know he doesn’t think you’re one either. Had gotten that much from his mind. That he thinks you were gifted to him as a reward. Maybe you were. Gifted to him as a form of existential middle finger extended to you from the universe.

• Do you doubt him? This must be a test from Primus. A chance to convert you and you’ll stand by his side where You’re meant to be. Help him. Why else would he have been given you? A little mate, a companion. Alien and strange, but maybe you’re meant to help him unite your people with his against Unicron? Yes. That must be it. A holy union to bring Cybertronians and humans together. Tapping a servo against you, he bares his denta. You must be the secret to completing his mission. He just needs to claim you and figure out your secrets. Figure out what is needed of him.

Previous

[redvexillum]

OMG, WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 😱💖

First of all, I’m SCREAMING because this whole Lucifer fic is an emotional rollercoaster of teasing, tension, and absolute BLUSHING ANGST! Lucifer is the definition of "cool, collected, and impossible to ruffle," but the moment the reader lays on those flirty compliments? We get to see him stutter and lose that cool facade!

I mean, it starts so innocent, right? Complimenting him, making him feel like a king (which he obviously is 👑), and then—WHAM—the whole pillow incident hits and I'm just wheezing! How is this guy so perfectly ruined by the simplest of praise?! I'm DEAD. 😂💀 B

And, like, can we just talk about how smutty this got? I— dies 💀 Lucifer acting like a desperate, flustered mess is like... everything I ever wanted. 😫😭 The transition from teasing to full-blown, unfiltered NEED was like YES, let’s get him ALLLLLL the way undone.

Kinktober Day 9: Praise Kink

Summary: You truly had meant no harm by your little plan, it was just to test a hunch: Lucifer loves praise. So, to possibly worm a blush or stutters out of the King of Hell, you concocted a week-long scheme that ended better than you anticipated.   Warnings: Praise kink, use of pet names, mommy kink, dry humping, mentions of cum, and masturbation. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @minkdelovely MY FRIEND, CHECK THEM OUTTTTTT!!

Lucifer Morningstar was the epitome of cool confidence, at least to most of his subjects. Yet, there was one person who could unravel that confidence with just a few words: his girlfriend. You loved the way he ruled the underworld with charm and charisma, but you also knew there was a softer side to him that he rarely showed after Lillith disappeared. 

You truly had meant no harm by your little plan, it was just to test a hunch: Lucifer loves praise. So in an effort to possibly worm a blush stutters out of the King of Hell, you concocted a week long scheme. 

Day One:

The week began on a typical morning, you sauntered into Lucifer’s lavish office, where he was reviewing some paperwork, brow furrowed in concentration. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a playful smirk. “You know, I don’t think I tell you this enough,” you said, voice lilting with mischief.

Lucifer looked up, intrigued. “What is it, my dear?”

With a grin, you continued, “You’re not just the King of Hell; you’re the most incredibly handsome demon in existence!”

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Oh, really?” His usual smirk faltered, and a slight blush crept up his neck. “That’s… quite a compliment.”

You chuckled, enjoying his flustered reaction, test results coming in clean.

Day Two:

The next day, Lucifer had decided to take you out to dinner. As you both settled into the booth, you couldn’t resist. “You know, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have the most charming demon as my boyfriend,” you said, eyes sparkling.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a mock air of arrogance. “Oh, is that so? What makes me so charming?”

You leaned in closer, voice low and teasing. “It’s not just your looks, though those are dangerously distracting. It’s your wit, your intelligence, and how you handle even the worst of demons with such grace. Honestly, it’s quite impressive.”

He coughed slightly, the compliment taking him off guard. “You’re laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

“Just trying to keep you grounded, my king,” you winked, watching as he fumbled with his napkin, clearly flustered.

Day Three:

On the third day, you had joined Lucifer in a meeting with his demon advisors. As he began to outline his plans, you decided it was the perfect moment to throw him off his game. Leaning over to whisper quietly in his ear, you spoke. “I don’t know how you manage to be so persuasive, but you could convince me to do anything right now.” 

Lucifer  blinked rapidly, clearly taken aback., face flushed as he fiddled with his mess of papers. “Uh, yes, well… I do have my talents,” he stammered, glancing at youwith an expression that was a mix of surprise and embarrassment. His advisors exchanged smirks, and you couldn’t help but suppress a laugh.

Day Four:

On the fourth day, your plan was going perfectly. Lucifer was a stammering blushing mess and you felt like you had done the great job of being a girlfriend to show him how great he was. Walking down the expansive hallways of the palace, you were minding your own business, thinking of all the devious ways to make your partner blush. As you came across Lucifer’s door, you paused hearing vague noises from inside. While the noises were by no means alarming, faint thuds of the bed frame could be heard. Eyes widening, you barreled into the room, expecting to find Lucifer being attacked since he was King or some horrible overlord was going to—

Instead, you came upon the sight of your boyfriend in a rather…comprimising position. All the while you were complimenting your boyfriend, thinking it was cute and sweet; Lucifer would leave your little meetings and dry hump his pillow till kingdome come. Whining and mumbling incohereny praises as if the pillow was your tight little cunt, as if he could drill into it and make you feel as good as your deserved. He had not noticed your presence, so focused on the memories of your sweet praises as he desparetly sought relief in the silk fabrics. 

Moving over to be next to the bed, you dragged a chair along with you; settling next to the king. With darkened eyes and finally seated, you grabbed Lucifer’s hand gently, breaking him from his trance. Eyes blown wide with embarrasment and lust, the startled king started to spit out apologies before you stopped him. 

“Why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap mhm? They don’t have things as pretty as you in the rest of Hell.” Lucifer, nodding obendiently, crawled over into your lap, cock still free and weeping pre-cum from the tip. Smirking as he settled on your thigh, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his sweaty face. Cooing, you couldn’t help what took over you. 

“Go on baby, you wanna feel good mhmm? Go ahead, help yourself…” Lucifer took his opportunity willingly, grinding in earnest on your thigh with small whimpers and lewd moans. 

“That’s it baby, you look so pretty for me. So good for me, mhmm? Such a good boy.” The moan that parted from his lips at that phrase was nothing short of pornographic. 

You lips move to his jaw, peppering kisses along the skin, teeth nipping at his jawline. He can feel his self-control slipping further with each passing second, how delicious the friction of your thighs were against his aching member. He's wanted this for so long, and now that he has it, he's not holding back. With each thrust and whispered praise from your sweet puffy lips, Lucifer could feel the peak of his release nearing. Speeding up, bucking his hips like a desperate whore into your legs, moaning and crying muffled sobs; you took one last little jab for your experiment. 

“Let go my king, will you be good for mommy?” 

The coil in his stomach snapped and Lucifer came all over your lap with a loud cry, his hands coming to grip your shoulders with a bruising force. Peering up at your with tear stricken eyes, lips formed in a small pout, Lucifer brought his hips to a halt; whinning at any overstimulating friction he recieved from the fabric of your clothing. Placing a soft kiss to his lips, you were met with eager lips and his tounge trying to get a taste of you. 

You were certaintly in for a long night, not that you minded. 

[nightingale-prompts]

Davey meets Superman-Davey the Revenant Au-DCxDP

Who is Davey

(The people scream for more Davey! I need a better name for this AU)

Clark hadn't paid a visit to Bruce and the boy in a while. They had been suspiciously quiet lately. More the usual quiet at least. Never a good sign.

Well color him surprised when he discovered that a new little Robin had arrived.

He was a little guy too. Smaller than the rest were.

He was laying on a lounging pillow with an iPad playing baby sensory videos.

"Hey, Sup. Are you here for Batman?" Richard asked.

"Oh, yeah but I wanted to see you and others. I only really catch glimpses of Duke when I fly over. But you didn't tell me anything so I have to check in. You have a new brother?"

"Yep, another one. This is Davey. Look Davey it's Superman. Do you know who Superman is?" He asked.

Davey looked up briefly. His eyes blinked vacantly at Clark before going back to his video.

"That's...weird. I guess you are too bright for him." Dick said taking note.

Dick guessed it was because Davey as a revenant doesn't take note of people who aren't surrounded by death. Sure, Superman had died before but he isn't covered in Gotham's aura of death.

Plus Superman never killed anyone and that attracts Davey like a moth to a flame.

"I guess. Hey Davey. It's nice to met you. I can't wait to get to know you. What are you watching?" Clark tried to get closer but Davey simply rolled away with his iPad in hand.

"Davey?!" Dick exclaimed in confusion.

Yeah, that's really weird for Davey. He loved people, in his own way.

"Alright, no more Ipad. You're being rude."Dick said sternly taking the device away.

Davey let out a whine and sat up.

"Sorry, I'll tell Bruce know you want to talk. He probably already knows but I'll remind him. Cam you just watch Davey for a second while I do that." Dick tucked the tablet under his arm as he let. "Oh, and don't let him out of your sight."

Clark didn't know what to say. Now that Davey wasn't staring at his tablet his eyes were locked on Clark. His eyes were unsettling, unblinking. He didn't say anything and just studied Superman like he didn't understand what he was seeing.

Clark reflexively looked away but when he looked back the kid was gone. Clark panicked as he searched for the kid.

Finally, he found him standing on the railing of the stairs at the mansion foyer.

"Davey, it's not safe up there!" Clark said worried.

Davey looked at him blankly then smiled widely.

"Davey! Get down from there!" Richard yelled at the boy as he exited the basement.

This was not the first time then.

Davey waved at Richard as he threw himself off the second floor.

The part of Clark's brain in charge of reaction response must have turned of when he saw how confidently Davey jump or his own experience with Jon might have left him too used to flying chidren, or it was the lack of fear in Dick's voice.

But Davey fell and broke his neck on impact.

Clark let out a distressed sceam as he fly to check on the boy. Dick grumbled lowly.

Blood leaked out of Davey's nose and ears as he layed dead in Superman's arms.

"Call 912! No, I'll fly him to the hospital! WAIT NO HIS NECK!" Clark scrambled to fix this.

How did he let this happen? Why did he do this? He should have been able to save him. He could have prevented this easily!

But Richard put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry. He just playing with you." He said exhaustedly. "Come on Davey. Get up and stop trying to scare him."

With a low sickening click Davey stretched his body and snapped everything back into place. This his eyes opened more lively than ever.

"Hehehe!" Davey giggled gleefully. He reached up and hugged Clark around the neck.

Richard shook his head.

"I knew he was acting weird. He was just bored." Dick said urging Davey to come to him. "Bruce wants to talk."

Clark was more than puzzled. This whole situation was...crazy.

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x fem Reader

Your past, my present, our future

Note: this takes place during the events of Shadow generations. I might do a sequel if people want it idk I will make a gender neutral version as well please tell me what a preferred alternative to mama or dada you would like because there are many options and I'm honestly not sure which one to use Warnings: fan child also cute Dadow moment

Description: Y/N gets sucked into the timeless void meeting up with Shadow you realize that he is from before the two of you meet. Not wanting to mess up the timeline you begin to make your exit but the arrival of another hedgehog throws a wrench in your plans.

you landed with a thud your senses thrown all out of whack from the sudden and dramatic turn of events. all you knew was one moment you were on your way to a picnic date with your beloved boyfriend and the next thing you know you're here in this creepy white void no sign of life to be found.

"Umm Hello?" you called out hoping someone might hear. "Am I dead or something?"

out of the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar flash, a black and red blur you had grown quite accustomed to, Shadow.

you called out a quick "Hey" hoping the ebony hedgehog would hear you evidently he did not as he sped off in another direction. leaving you behind.

"great well at least I saw where he went."

"And now I'm talking to myself, double great."

you began walking in the direction you had seen him go unable to tell if you were even going anywhere for the longest time. eventually things began appearing white almost castle like structures emerged from the ground as if they had been there all along. rivers and lakes began to flow black sludge polluting them.

You spotted him again expertly skating across the terrain your eyes met his as he moved giving him a wave you smiled.

He changed his direction again moving farther away from you.

“What the-Hey!” You were beginning to get mad. You knew he was dedicated to his missions but this was ridiculous.

He always made sure you were okay whenever you got roped into things like this. What was going on? You were determined to find answers.

You spent the next forty-five minutes (was time even a thing here) following him as best as you could while he ran to and frow across the void. you began to notice a pattern of his travels certain landmarks he would visit frequently before swiftly leaving to most likely accomplish some sort of mission.

there was one area he began to frequent the most, you figured you could wait there so you could hopefully get a chance to speak with him. knowing he would most likely run from you again you decided to hide behind a wall, you knew sneaking up on him was a bad idea but how else were you going to get his attention?

eventually he had come back stopping at his now usual place taking a deep breath you began to quickly approach him.

"Hey, Shadow I know your kind of new the whole relationship thing, and I know that we don't really live our lives by the book but ditching your partner inside a timeless white void I thought was kind of an unspoken no no."

Shadow turned to you his crimson eyes burrowed into yours a glint of confusion behind them.

"Do I know you?"

You were taken aback hurt by your true love's comment. there was no way he couldn't remember you, right?

"Sh-Shadow it's me." you said holding back tears "Y/N, your partner we've been together for over a year now. How could you not-what do you mean?"

your breath began to grow heavy as the panic set in. Did he get amnesia or something, did something hurt him what was happening?

"excuse me are you a friend of Shadow's? I don't think I've seen you before." a soft voice called out. it was gentle almost angel-like.

turning to the voice you saw someone you never would have suspected. you'd only seen her a few times when Shadow was kind enough to show you pictures, but she was unmistakably her.

"Hello, I'm Maria What's your name?" She held out her hand smiling at you.

You gently (and nervously) took her hand greeting her as you shook it.

"Y/N" you smiled, Shadow wasn't kidding when he told you she had a natural way of calming people, it was almost supernatural.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. This is my grandfather"

"Dr. Gerald Robotnick. Nice to meet you Y/N"

you turned to see him, the doctor you could really see the family resemblance he shared with Eggman.

You looked back at Shadow and then to the two humans, the puzzle pieces clicking into place.

"This is a time travel situation isn't it?" you asked to no particular person.

"It appears so my dear" Gerald responded.

suddenly you recalled a memory of Shadow recalling some of his most memorable adventures over coffee. a wave of relief washed over you.

"The birthday party that's right! you told me about this."

"I did?" Shadow asked.

"Yes, after we met of course." You paused for a moment. "wait, we haven't met yet, oh dear that's not good. umm I should probably go, before I mess up any timelines. Silver's gonna chew me out for this I already know. Sorry to cut it short."

"It's probably for the best" Gerald commented.

"Right well, see you around I guess."

You turned to leave cursing at yourself for the whole interaction you just had, luckily you knew that once Sonic defeated the time eater you'd be returned home like nothing happened, then you'd have Silver to deal with, hopefully he'd go easy on you.

before you could leave though you heard the pitter patter of little feet and a small child calling out.

"Mama, Papa!"

you turned to see a little Hedgehog girl running toward you. She couldn't have been older than four. her markings were incredibly recognizable but her coloring matched yours far better.

Finally reaching the group she attached herself to your leg hugging and nuzzling into it. you'd be lying if you thought it wasn't cute but the most important thing you were thinking was where this child came from and where their parent's?

"umm Hello, small child" you looked to the others pleading for help, which no one offered. "could you maybe let go of my leg for a second I need to talk to you."

The little girl giggled before letting go. breathing a sigh of relief you knelt down to her level.

"Hi sweetie, what's your name?" you asked as gently as you could

she giggled again before answering "Nova"

"Hi, Nova, do you know where your parent's are"

Nova smiled and pointed at you and Shadow "You're right here!"

Your brain refused the information, she must be confused surly what she was implying couldn't be right.

"I'm Sorry Sweetie what was that again?"

"You're right here Mama!" she turned to Shadow "Papa, Mama is acting funny." She giggled as she made her way over to Shadow jumping into his arms (thank goodness he caught her) and snuggled into him.

You were frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening to you. not only did you meet Maria and Gerald two people who had been long dead before you even met Shadow, but you just found out that at some point you and Shadow were going to have a child, not just a hypothetical one either, you were having a daughter and you named her Nova. Which was weird because you were sure Shadow would have wanted to name her Maria.

"Hi there Nova" you heard Maria greet her voice full of excitement. "My name is Maria."

Nova gasped "HEY! THAT'S JUST LIKE MY-"

Just then Silver swooped in his face full of panic covering Nova's mouth to keep her from saying anymore. gently taking her out of Shadow's equally shocked arms.

"Hey guys. uuuh nice to see you. How's the void?"

"Did you know about this?" Shadow asked

"Yes." Silver responded his voice full of guilt.

"Get her to a safe place then make sure Y/N is secure we'll talk about this later."

you were surprised at his protection of you, after all you were still technically a stranger to him mother to his child or not. it did warm a spot in your heart though.

"Right away, see you later Y/N." Silver sped off taking your daughter with him.

you sat there still on your knees trying to comprehend what just transpired.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Maria asked.

waking up from your state you replied "yah, umm I'm just need to take a minute to absorb what just happened. I'm just going to be behind that wall over there."

you made your way behind the wall stealing a moment of isolation.

"I suppose a congratulations are in order son, I didn't even know you could procreate" Gerald broke the silence.

"she was pretty" Maria complemented

"Yes she seemed nice"

"OH MY GOSH!" your scream barley audible to where the three were standing.

[minh907]

Lost Spirit.

Sung Jinwoo x Ghost!reader.

Life always brings us surprises, fateful encounters.

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Jinwoo sat leaning against the old tree in the deserted park. It was pitch black. Most of the houses had turned off their lights at this hour, falling into a deep sleep after a hard day's work.

The only source of light at this time was the yellow light from the street lamps and the dim moonlight.

What was Jinwoo doing here at this hour?

He had just finished a dungeon raid that the system had assigned him. He didn't want to go out at such a late hour, but he needed to get stronger, he needed to earn money to live, he needed to seize every opportunity he could find. It was all for money. He had a mother and a younger sister to take care of.

Ever since his father disappeared, everything had been disrupted. He had suddenly become the pillar of the family.

Jinwoo sighed. He lowered his head, covering his face with both hands. His hands were full of wounds, bandages were wrapped around his hands, and many places were still bleeding. But he didn't seem to care about it anymore. In a while, he would receive the system's reward, and then his body would be healed as before.

He should probably go home. But for some reason, he didn't want to go home today. It was strange.

He had been walking unconsciously on the dark road, and then stopped at a park near the edge of the city.

There was a feeling of something stuck in his chest that made him uncomfortable. He punched the tree to release it and then lay down on the park bench., one hand raised to cover his eyes.

A gentle wind blew by, the leaves rustled. Everything was so quiet.

"So rude, didn't your mom tell you that waking a person up is rude!?" A voice suddenly rang out above his head.

Jinwoo immediately sat up, warily looking towards the direction the voice came from.

On the branch of an ancient tree, a person was sitting on the tree, both hands holding onto the branch, legs swinging.

That person was transparent, his figure was as faint as smoke, his eyes were curious, but for some reason he felt sadness in their eyes.

"Who are you!?" He asked cautiously.

Your eyes widened, looking around and then back at him, pointing at yourselves.

"Are you asking me?"

"Other than you and me, who else is here?"

You were even more surprised. "You saw me!?"

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes in suspicion "Of course...? Why can't I see you? I'm not blind."

Your eyes sparkled "Finally someone can see me!" You clapped your hands "Wonderful, I've been so lonely! Finally someone can see me!"

"Wait! What do you mean?"

You flew down and stood next to where he was sitting. "Don't you recognize me? I'm not human anymore."

"Does that mean you're dead?"

"Something like that. But I don't like to say it like that. I'll say I turned from a visible person to an invisible person."

Jinwoo's face was blank. 

His instincts told him that this was not a dangerous creature, but his mind was still tense.

He summoned his dagger and pointed it at you.

"Tell me, who are you!? What is your purpose? Or what do you want from me!"

"Hey, rude. I haven't done anything to you yet." You pouted. "You came to disturb my sleep first!"

"What?"

"You suddenly punched the tree, it woke me up!"

He slowly lowered the dagger. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

You snorted, "Luckily you were the first one to see me, so I'll spare him."

You flew to sit next to Jinwoo, who moved a little further away from you.

"Hey, why are you avoiding me? I didn't do anything to you."

"I don't believe you."

"What!? I'm 100% harmless."

Jinwoo looked doubtful, making you angry.

"Then let's be friends, if we're friends, you'll trust me more, right?"

Jinwoo looked down at the ground, sitting further away from you.

"I don't want to be friends with ghosts."

You whined, "Please, I'm lonely. It's been a long time since anyone talked to me."

"Why don't you go find someone else!"

"I want to too. But I don't understand why I can't get more than 1 meter away from this tree."

A trapped soul? Jinwoo rarely believed in ghosts, but after the dungeons appeared, the world began to act abnormally. Especially situations like this that couldn't be explained by common sense.

"I can't leave this place," You continued, your voice as light as the wind, your eyes suddenly darkening. "No matter how hard I try, I just end up back at this tree."

Jinwoo frowned. Why? He was curious about this.

He suddenly thought, if he was the only one who could see you, maybe fate had arranged this and wanted him to do something.

"...What can I help you?"

You were silent for a long time, then whispered softly. "I want to know why I died... I don't remember why I'm here. I just know that I'm dead."

You suddenly looked straight into his eyes, your gaze sincere "Can you help me find clues about them?"

Jinwoo hesitated for a moment then nodded. "Okay.."

You smiled happily. The wind blew your hair, the moonlight reflected on your cheeks, making your face seem to glow, your smile also became brighter and purer. For a moment, that smile made Jinwoo let go of all his guard, relaxing his shoulders.

"I'm Y/n. Just Y/n. I don't remember my last name, or who I was before. I only remember this name, I think it's my name. Nice to meet you!"

"...Sung Jinwoo."

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To be continue....

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The idea just came to me and I was like: Oh, I have to write this.

But then I realized it's going to be quite long, I guess….and after I wrote this part I wondered if I should write a part 2….