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Kindness is universal. Sometimes being kind allows others to see the goodness in humanity through you. Always be kinder than necessary.
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Puter au Plot basically. Based off of this
#hero would be here too but he doesnât fit into this so. ripâŠ#I REALLY want to do a Puter Hero piece someday soon cause Iâll cry#anyway this is. slightly ooc for all of them but itâs FUNNY so haha#omori#omori au#omori mari#omori kel#omori aubrey#puter au#mariware#out of them aubrey is definitely the most wary of mariware#she doesnât trust her at all. and finds her very unsettling#but struggles to express that directly because she looks so much like mari and acts so much like mari#but thatâs what she HATES about her#it feels like sheâs being taunted. by this entity thatâs not mari parading around just like her doing all this batshit crazy stuff#sheâs cautious. and suspicious of her#and yet still has a soft spot for her because sheâs so much like mari#ough. Iâll make a post going more in depth into this soonâŠ#also can you tell I barely have their designs figured out so I just put them in t shirts and sweaters. yeah#my art
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it's kind of weird to me that they didn't bother releasing sushi and tempura internationally at all but at the same time i'm kinda glad they didn't cuz like. yo-kai watch was financially failing in the west by the time 3 released. i feel like if they had released sushi and tempura the franchise would've completely tanked before we got sukiyaki which would've sucked. honestly if anything i feel like it's more surprising that we got all three versions of 2 instead of them just releasing psychic specters but tbf i think yo-kai watch was doing well in the west when 2 released. 2 is just inexplicably what killed the franchise despite being a masterpiece-
#puppy rambles#yo-kai watch#yw3#yw2#idk. i have a lot of thoughts on this stuff#still upset i didn't find out 3 released in america until a while after it did :/ could've gotten a physical copy if i'd found out earlier#but alas. i'm just stuck with a boring digital version. i mean the digital versions of yo-kai watch games are better but like. still#i never got maginyan in blasters even though i could've. the code or whatever was on the receipt but my mom bought it for me#from the nintendo website. and i don't think she checked it and i don't think i found out that was where it was until a bit after i got it-#i did get machonyan and jibanyan t/komasan t's codes entered though so i can get them on any playthrough now#unless i put the sd card in another 3ds since apparently it's system-based instead of sd card based??? which is really stupid#but you can probably bypass that with cfw and i do plan on modding my 3ds eventually#it'll just be a process cuz i don't have an sd card slot on my computer and idk if my moms would be willing to help#so i'll probably have to get a separate sd card reader or whatever. which i do think my moms would be okay with i mean#it's my system and they're cool with piracy lfskdjfjkfsdkljfd-#my moms are so cool <3 i just wish i could get them interested in yo-kai watch but they don't seem to care lfskdjfkjsfdjlksfd-#they determined the battle system doesn't sound fun but i might've just described it badly#i mean tbf. it is very annoying sometimes. especially when my healer just will not heal the other yo-kai#''DO YOUR FUCKING JOB TATTLECAST STOP LOAFING'' -me playing 2#that being said if 1's switch port ever releases in america i am totally playing it on the tv#i WILL force my moms to watch me play funni ghost game whether they like it or not /lh#if we do ever get 1's switch port i hope they make it a collection of some kind with 2 and 3 remasters too i would buy that in a heartbeat#i mean obviously i will buy any american-released yo-kai watch stuff in a heartbeat aside from maaaaaybe y-school heroes#(i'm sorry y-school heroes fans i just cannot get into it. from concept alone it sounds like i would not enjoy it)#maybe sangokushi too if we ever get that but i feel like we probably won't#idk if the franchise it's a crossover with is popular enough in america for that#i hope we get more english yo-kai watch content once ghost craft releases. kinda feel like it's testing the waters tbh#i know it's seemingly just a spiritual successor but still#i do hope that it being a spiritual successor doesn't mean yo-kai watch is over. i doubt that it will since like#punipuni still gets semi-frequent updates
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â THATâS BED CHEM ! â MHA

âčâË. featuring midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo showing you their habits in bed.
warnings: 18+ content â mdni, fem! reader, squirting, dirty talk, handjobs, fingering, overstimulation, facesitting, mirror sex, cunnilingus, riding, creampies, rough-ish sex, not entirely proofread.
MIDORIYA IZUKU + begging
izukuâs easyâit doesnât take much to get him keyed up, especially when it comes to you. thereâd been a shift in the air that morning, and yet he still headed to work, where he helped to apprehend villains alongside other heroes. he only pushed himself to clean up more on his own so he could stop popping so many random boners. even thinking about all might wouldnât make him go soft.
so, when you decided to surprise him during your lunch break with a hot bag of his favorite takeout, he shut the office door behind you and immediately pulled you into a kiss. izuku swears it isnât his faultâhis dick is partially to blameâand before you know it, youâre perched on the edge of his desk with your hands wrapped around his cock and two thick fingers buried deep inside you.
âuh huh, thatâs perfect,â izuku swallows a loud moan and chews on his lower lip, doing his best to keep quiet despite the very public predicament youâre both in. âmmngh, squeeze me a little tighterâyeah, baby.â
a subtle adjustment in your grip and placement of your fingers makes all the difference, and izukuâs lips round around a moan. itâs loud, even when itâs only halfway out of his mouthâyou move fast, pressing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him hard.
he shifts, back arching off of the rolling chair with a squeak! he hates having to be quiet, especially when heâs pulling apart at the seams like this. heady, slippery squelches fill the spaces between your bodies where the moans canât; glossy slick spills onto the papers beneath your ass as izuku maintains a sloppy rhythm, doing his best to keep you satisfied.
âw-we canât make any noise, âzuku. weâre in your office, remember?â
a gooey string of saliva connects your lips to his when you pull away, and izuku finds himself going cross-eyed as he follows it to your mouth. youâre talking to him, breathily whispering something that he should probably listen to, but heâs too caught up in the way your thumb hits the sweet spot on the underside of his cock with every upward motion of your fist. oh, and then thereâs the way he can taste the smeared lip gloss at the corners of his mouth in conjunction with the minty gum you were just chewing.
your sweetness turns sour with a light but deliberate slap to his freckled cheek, and it certainly gets his attention. izukuâs looking at you with wide green eyes, shocked not by the roughness but by how much he wants you to do it again.
âiâm sorry,â you say, grinding your hips on his fingers, âizu, are you hearing me? as much as i want you right now, i donât want you to get fired and blacklistedââ
the word blacklisted bounces around in his head, but at no point does it actually land. âi jusâ wanna make you cum,â he says, feeling his cheek grow hotter under your palm, âi need toâugh, itâs all that matters to me right now.â
izuku says it with enough fervor to catch you off guard, but itâs his fingers that really make the small speech on your tongue disintegrate. thick and strong, both digits pump into you without missing a beatâyou inhale, feeling like the airâs escaping your lungs, and he pushes deeper, until he strikes gold.
âizuku!â youâre the one getting loud now, but with the way heâs hitting your sweet spot like a bullseye, it canât be helped. âi donât wanna get it all over your desk . . wait, the papersâright there, ohmygod.â
hearts swell in his pupils as he over-analyzes your reactions. your fist on his cock is much slower now, because of the major distractions, but it doesnât matter, not when he could cum just from seeing you like this. your nice blouse is a little disheveled, but thatâs nothing compared to the shredded pantyhose and soaked underwear he hastily tugged to the side.
had you not insisted on making him feel good too, izuku wouldâve put you on your hands and knees on his desk and had his way with you, with the skirt still on. âlet me make you cum first, baby. g-god, i wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers.â
you nod, biting down onto your fist. exhilarating euphoria is hurtling at you fast, and everything fizzles into static when it finally hits you, knocking the world off its axis. izukuâs fingers slow as he watches you ride the high, pussy squeezing him too tightly to pull out or away.
a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead catches the light once you come back to yourself, mind hazy with insatiable desire. izuku bites back both a groan and a whimper when you slide off the desk, leaving a glistening trail of cum shining on the wood. âwhatâre you gonna do to me?â he asks, feeling himself throb when you seat yourself on his bare lap, ââm sorry, but i wonât last long enââ
in lieu of a verbal response, both of your hands envelop his cock and start to move smoothly. up and down, gently twisting from side to sideâizukuâs head drops back, hanging off the edge of the chair. a litany of moans flows out of his mouth, and your eyes follow the bob of his adamâs apple in his throat.
âoh, you have no idea how good you look right now, âzuku. iâve never seen someone look this perfect just from a littleââ
âkeep talking,â izuku suddenly gasps, and you can feel his cock thickening in your hands, âtell me everything. whatever it is, donât stop.â
heâs gotten so desperate itâs cute. like always, it never takes too long to get him like this, all hot and heavy and vocal. izuku might be shy sometimes, but even so, heâll always tell you what he wants and how he wants it.
âyeah, youâre doing so good. i love to sit here and just take care of you, my sweet boy. god, itâs such a treat to love you.â
âoh fuck,â izukuâs chest heaves as it works to breathe, and his body abruptly straightens, allowing the viridescent green of his eyes to meet your own. âtell me youâre mine, baby,â he begs, voice breaking like heâs on the verge of sobbing, âp-please, i canât get there without itââ
âyou know iâm all yours, izuku. youâre all i want.â
with that, he cums hard, letting out a series of whiny moans of your name and desperate gasps for breath that are only silenced when you press a cum-stained hand over his mouth. between you, his cock is still shooting white ribbons of cum, all over his undershirt and onto the front of your blouse. you only notice the mess when he tugs his cock back and his eyes widen at the sight, a mix of guilt and arousal seeping into his expression.
âdonât touch it,â he catches your hands at the last second before you can investigate and get more on the fabric, âkick my pants over here, thereâs a napkin you canâshit.â
izuku just watches in awe, jaw dropped, as you tilt your head down and lick the cum off of your skin, all while looking directly into his eyes. as much as it embarrasses him and makes him want to avert his eyes, he canâtâyouâve got him under some kind of spell, and heâs definitely going to cum again just from seeing this. wait, did something more leak out of his cock just now?
âgimme a kiss,â he sighs, closing his eyes as he tastes himself on your tongue. itâs bittersweet, mixed with the mint gum from earlier, and he pulls you into a hug, the cold takeout forgotten on the other side of the desk.
BAKUGO KATSUKI + torturing you
heâs generousâbut only if you tell him exactly what you want, and in excruciating detail, much to your impatience and embarrassment.
âiâd keep that attitude problem in check if i were you,â katsuki smirks, seeming proud of himself as he looks at you through the mirror, âi could do this all fuckinâ night, babe.â
an ultra-hot mixture of frustration and humiliation simmers in your cheeks when you push yourself to stare back at him, stubbornly holding your ground. heâll end up breaking you down, but it canât hurt to be a brat for a small whileâwho knows, it might piss him off enough to fuck you like he hates you.
âoh, i could too,â you hiss out in reply, biting back the moan that nearly slips out of you as you feel the head of his cock grazing along your inner thighs, âyouâre so greedy, arenât you? drawing it out like you havenât been making eyes at me all day.â
âyou say that like you werenât doing the same, if not worse,â katsukiâs tip lightly nudges against your soaked pussy, and he has the audacity to act as though heâs pushing it in, only to pull back less than a second later. âany chance youâll stop being a fucking brat and use your words instead of grabbing my ass at every turn?â
you scoff, but the sound of disdain fizzles into a gasping breath, and he knows heâs got you right where he wants you. looking into the mirror, you see his chin tilted downward as he teases you, each movement more agonizing than what came before. âyeah, you just like being annoying, donât you? lose the sass or iâll fuck it out of you.â
âreally? youâre not just saying that to sound all dominant?â at your sarcasm, his crimson eyes dart from his hands to your face. he just stares at your reflection crossly, half-turned on and half-pissed that your snark is getting to him. ânot sure what to say, huh? if youâd stopped teasing me earlier, maybe you couldâve shut me upââ
in an instant, katsukiâs looming over you, sculptured chest pressed flush against your back. a hand snakes beneath your chin and angles it so that you can look at him in the mirror when he talks, his voice shifting to a low, commanding rumble. âoh, iâll shut you up. youâre going to sit here and watch me wreck you.â
your hand threads into his soft hair, and you tug hard, enjoying the way his adamâs apple bobs with a barely held-back moan. âso make it fit, katsuki.â
rough palms navigate the planes of your back as katsuki positions himself behind you, lining up his aching cock with your hole. fuck, as much as he hates to admit it, heâs been dying for thisâitâs evident in the groan of relief that escapes him when he sinks into your cunt, sliding in easily. his eyes crinkle at the corners as he fully notices just how wet and ready youâd been to take all seven inches of him; youâre wrapped around his cock and pulsing, too tight and velvety for him to handle.
âgonna move yet?â you taunt him, chin propped up on a fist while you watch him in the mirror. heâs got his lower lip flat between his teeth, and he practically spits it out with a huff, glaring at you.
âi thought i wouldâve fuckinâ taught you to be a little more patient by now,â and katsuki goes from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, his veins singing with adrenaline. he sounds genuinely irritated now, but you couldâve probably gleamed that from the harsh smacks of his hips into your ass. âcanât ever listen, huh? all i was askinâ for was for you toâshitâto tell me what you wanted . . you knew iâd give it to you, like i always do, and yet you chose to mouth off instead.â
you werenât prepared to feel his tip french kissing your cervix with each and every powerful thrust of his hips; it makes you squeal and try to run away, but to no avail. katsukiâs grip on your waist is bruising and leaves no room for any more resistance, especially after so much pettiness. âw-wait,â you stutter, pushing a pathetic hand between your body and his to curb the intensity, ââm not ready yetââ
âkeep crying,â he snaps, closing his fingers around your wrist. without missing a beat, katsuki tosses your hand to the side and keeps going, eyes burning into yours through the glass. âisnât this what you wanted? seems to me like you should shut up and savor it, sweetheart.â
itâs cruel and merciless. just the way heâs being rough tells you youâll be sore all over by tomorrow, but you simply canât find it in yourself to ask him to stop, not when itâs starting to feel like heaven.
a breathless mewl of his name tears out of your throat, and the cracking of your voice is like music to katsukiâs ears. earthquake-like shudders rock your entire body, and he canât help but coo at you, swiping two fingers through the mess spilling along your skin.
âgo ahead and look at yourself, girl,â sticky fingertips press past your parted lips and you start to suck, eyes rolling back at the taste of yourself. âyeah, whoâs fucking you like this? tell me whose cock youâre going dumb on.â
you whimper sweetly, keening just as he expected you to. âyours, katsuki. âm all yours.â
laden with muscle and taut with fatigue, his chest heaves as he drags in huffs of air. heâs flushed from head to toe and grinning, undeniably proud of his handiwork. you must be drunk on him now, your easy admissions of being his a far cry from your attitude earlier. âkeep your archângh, you got it. shit, thatâs my girl. taking it like a fuckinâ champ.â
as katsuki watches himself fuck you, no less primal than animals on a safari, amusement strokes through his body. why canât you just tell him what you want to begin with? maybe the little arguments are part of your fun, he suspects. but, if you want him to be rough and mean, all you have to do is simply ask.
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU + #munch
âif you donât just sit down and use me, iâm gonna red riotââ
âeijirou!â you whine, embarrassment working its way into your tone, âiâm really not sure about this. canât i just lay on my back instead of risking breaking your neck or something?â
with a breezy laugh, eijirou shakes his head and lets his palms comfortingly circle your hips to keep you in place. since heâd suggested it in a rush during the ritual of undressing and positioning, you didnât think too far into it until you found yourself hovering above his face. even with all of his insistence, you are unwilling to break your boyfriendâs neck or nose by sitting on his faceâwhat an embarrassing explanation to deliver to the doctors in the emergency room!
âif itâs absolutely necessary, iâll lift you up, okay? please, just sit down,â his ruby red eyes are wide and pleading; not even your nervous glare deters him. with a toothy smile, he adds, âcâmon, baby. youâre the one whoâll be in control anyway.â
you almost donât notice the way heâs tugging you down, closing the gap between your soaked cunt and his mouth. eijirou tries not to get too excitedâit might make you think heâs suffocating when he goes quietâeven though his feet are kicking happily at the end of the couch. thankfully, youâre facing away from the lower half of his body, so you also canât see his dick trying to push out of his sweats.
âei, oh my god.â the very first slurp of his eager mouth against your pussy takes your breath away and makes you squirm, rocking your hips forward and back. eijirouâs watching your every movement and sorting them by category for his spank bank, all while letting out low, incomprehensible groans.
âoh, this isâit feels so good,â and it does, much more than anything heâs made you feel before. before long, youâre more comfortable on his face and scantly riding his tongue, quickly growing drunk on the way he uses it. âeiji, y-you canât stop.â
âbaby,â he mumbles wetly, before raising you up to stare into your lidded eyes from between your thighs. a red flush has made its way across his cheeks and nearly matches the dyed shade of his hair, but he looks cute like this. ââm all yours,â gravelly and devoted, eijirouâs voice reaches your pussy before your ears and makes it all the more messy, âyouâre the boss now, babe. ride me, choke me, i donât care. i only wanna keep tasting ya.â
swallowing a whimper, you settle back onto his face and unsurely plant your palms down on the couch for support. youâre a breathless mess, shaking on his tongue as you ride it to get offâeijirou just slurps and slurps, drinking you in without any care in the world. he loves to spoil you, even if it means making you do a little bit of work instead of just laying back. maybe youâll cum so hard you only ever want to sit on his face again, and then heâll never ever have any bad days if this is what he can come home to.
âeiji, youâre getting all messy,â you mewl, shameless eyes sweeping over the sticky wetness coating his face. you can see it glinting on his cheeks and even his forehead; he just moans out something like i know, baby and makes a show of winking before diving back in to lap you up like a creampuff. âhah, youâyouâre so sloppy, fuck.â
in the moment that youâre trembling, positioning yourself to ride his tongue like itâs the first time youâve ever had it, eijirou chooses to let his playful streak bubble to the surface. very lightly, his teeth nibble at your swollen clit and this sends shocks of electricity racing up and down your spine like an active power line.
earthquake-like tremors rock your entire body as you roll your hips, focusing on the stars streaking across your vision and the building pressure in your lower body. âei, âm gonna cum pretty soon,â you squeal, digging a hand into his hair while your thighs unconsciously squeeze around both sides of his head. âh-holy shit . . cumming, âm cumming eiji!â
eijirouâs absolutely got the best seat in the house. your pinched expression melts into one of pure, unadulterated euphoria as you gush all over his mouth and completely forget about your worries about suffocating him. he helps you grind your hips harder when you chase the high, freefalling over the edge until the sensitivity eventually sets in.
âmmm, thatâs it, sweetheart,â lapping at your sobbing folds with renewed vigor, eijirou holds you in place when you try to squirm away, complaining about itâs too much, when in reality is isnât enough. he could devour you for hours, and you want to be done after five minutes. âyou deserve all this and more, donât you think? canât you just sit here while i get my fill of this pretty cunt? iâm just not done yet.â
KAMINARI DENKI + too greedy
if you were good house guests and even better friends, you probably wouldnât be pinned under denki and working your hips along his cock in a bed that isnât even yours! this isnât a hotel, itâs hantaâs flat, and youâre defiling the place by being split open like a pomegranate while your friend is off on a grocery run (at least, thatâs how hanta had described the whole incident involving some other friendsâhe walked into his living room after returning from a run to two people going at it doggy style on the carpet).
but itâs okay, right? itâs not like youâd been waiting for hanta to leave so you could have sex; it just happened naturally, stemming from an innocent cuddle session on the bed while you scrolled through instagram. this is different from the incident because youâre in your own guest room and denki set towels down in case of emergency.
âa-again, iâm gonna cum again,â you wail brokenly, manicured nails digging into his biceps for purchase against the sweeping euphoria, âdenki, oh my godââ
âlemme feel it, câmon. hah, donât hold back, âkay? let it allll outâbe a good girl.â
oh, and you do. all it takes are his filthy words in your ears to spark your high and send you right off the edge. denki swallows, feeling lightheaded, but drool still spills past the corners of his lips and runs down his chin in gooey trails.
âaw, sweets,â his chuckle dissolves into a ragged breath, and he tries not to sound too disappointed when he tells you, âlooks like you pushed me out.â
denkiâs exhausted, covered in sweat, and pink in the cheeks. between your thighs, heâs fumbling with his dickâwhich is probably purple with overstimulation by nowâand trying to push it back inside of you, but to no avail. though youâre leaning back on the pillows and trying to catch your breath, you notice his lower lip wobbling just the slightest bit.
âiâve got it, denki. thereâs no need to cry, iâllââ
âiâm not crying,â he corrects you immediately, but he sounds like heâs about to start when you grab his cock. your hands are soft and oh so warm as you handle him with care, loosely stroking his length to keep him hard. inch by inch, he watches himself disappear inside you, unable to stop letting out embarrassing noises that you just giggle at.
âon your back. i-iâll take care of you for a little while.â
changing positions really shows you how sensitive he is, the way heâs barely holding onto his composure by a thread. all of the movement on the mattress makes the wiry bedframe squeak, high pitched and a little unsettling. thereâs probably no chance of it breaking, but if it did . . to say the least, hanta would never let you stay over again.
âgoddamn. look at ya, youâre so sexy.â you roll your eyes as you sort yourself out on his cock, flattening your palms against his chest for stability. clearly, a moment of respite has allowed him to regain tons of energy again; he squeezes the fat of your ass and whistles lowly, a nasty grin forming on his lips as he does so. âmaybe you ride my face after this.â
âshut uppp, i liked you better when you couldnât talk.â
denki scoffs, pretending to be affronted. âheyyy, that was rude. i donât see a problem with catching aânghh, shit . . o-okay, shutting up now.â
a creamy mixture of his mess and yours drips from your sloppy cunt, puddling all over his pelvic bone. he should definitely wipe it away with the nearby towel to prevent so much as a single drop from spilling onto the bed, but his quirk is going a little haywire and zapping his brain like heâs got a defibrillator pressed to his forehead. tiny yellow sparks fly off of the ends of his hair, harmless and faintly tingly against your skin.
âthat good, huh?â you smirk, starting to ride his cock, and denki reaches for your bouncing tits with stars in his eyes. a bunch of slutty, debauched thoughts suddenly fly through his head and out of his mouth before he can control it.
âs-so soft. ooh, can i cum inside?â his golden eyes follow the glossy fluids pouring down your inner thighs, a clear hunger shining in them. despite the fogginess thatâs set into every corner of his body, he can still form one coherent thought that trumps the others: more more more. he whines your name, nearly choking on it, and strokes his thumbs over your nipples eagerly. âplease, can i fill you up?â
you suck in a shallow breath, mentally deciding that this is the final round. splotches of dried and drying cum are smeared across every inch of your naked body, with the most of it being between your legs. at some point, youâll have to stop and clean up, preferably before hanta gets home. âjust one more time,â then you smirk, leaning in close to see him explode. ângh, fuck a baby into me, denki. flip me over and make me yours, wonât you?â
with a drawn out moan, he does as you ask and slots himself on top of your body, as if heâs trying to melt into you. heâs trembling, unsure of where to put himself in this moment, so he presses his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes. ât-this is supposed to be the best position for makinâ babies. oh, oh fuck, youâre so tight on myâhaah, âm cumming.â
denki collapses on top of you, sparking and spasming in your arms. heâs still running his mouth, babbling out incoherent praises and whining your name so loudly his throat will be hoarse by the time heâs coming down.
ânobodyâs answering their fucking phone!â a voice rings through the thin, shoddy wooden door and sounds both angry and flustered. âi came over here to ask for help with all the groceries and then the door was wide open. iâm never trusting you two alone in my apartment again.â
wheezing against your chest, denki takes it upon himself to speak out . . even though heâs just fried the hell out of his brain. âdude, hanta, itâs not that seriousââ
âeasy for you to say!â on the other side of the door, hanta blanches, feeling nauseous and awkward, âi had the misfortune of seeing you short circuit outside of battle.â
TAKAMI KEIGO + gets extremely pussydrunk
maybe itâs your smile, or the way your eyes light up with mirth when you touch him innocently. keigo thinks it may even be more than one thingâheâs just hopelessly in love with you and unable to find fault in anything you do. by the time youâre sitting down on his cock right after having sucked his soul out, a switch flips in his brain and everything completely shuts off.
all that matters is you; your presence commands his attention and silences his thoughts, even the ones that stress him out so badly his feathers start to itch. what will he eat for lunch tomorrow? can he finish the assignments dumped on him by the time theyâre due? none of that matters now, not when youâre grabbing his chin and pulling him into a hot kiss.
âugh, fuck â you drive me so crazy,â keigo mumbles as your lips crush against his own, effectively silencing anything else he had to say. and then, with his face in your hands, you start to bounce on his lap, fucking your hips down onto his cock at a pace that is astonishingly fast . . for you.
your lips part to let out a faint moan into his mouth, and he eagerly swallows it, making a similar noise once your tongue finally slides against his. wet and warm, it carries the bittersweet taste of his previous orgasm, the one that actually made you chokeâkeigo had cum so damn hard you could barely hold all of it in your mouth, and it just kept coming until it spilled down your chin in milky streams.
on either side of his body, vermillion feathers flail like flags in the wind, unrestrained in any way. youâre setting your clammy palms upon his shoulders to hold yourself up against the unstoppable barrage of his cock, the tight squeeze as you work it deeper.
âs-so good,â you babble dumbly, barely able to hear anything over the sound of your heartbeat, âooh, kei! i love you, i love your cockââ
nodding furiously, keigo takes measures into his own handsâliterally. trembling palms circle your waist, and once he gets a stable hold on your squirming body, he starts to move you up and down. he hisses impatiently, but continues to properly warm you up for whatâs about to happen.
one particular stroke makes your back arch, akin to the shape of a banana, and keigo immediately knows what this means. he emits a low, breathy chuckle and pulls your hips down again, particular in the way he does so. âfound it, babygirl.â
âright there,â you gasp sharply, and it feels like the air is being continuously punched out of your lungs when he moves you in a purposeful rhythm. itâs efficient and a lot less sloppy than what you had executed, hitting directly into your sweet spot every single time.
keigo draws in a breath, relocating one of his hands to your lower tummy and firmly pressing down. the pressure makes you tighter, and makes him go deeperâshockwaves resonate through both bodies. âyeah? right there, angel? you feel me here?â
collapsing into him allows you to tuck your face into his neck and breathe in his personal medley of natural scent and high quality cologne, which has faded over the course of the day. your arms are draped over his back now, fingertips brushing lightly against the downy fluff at the sensitive base of his wings, where feathers coalesce into skin.
your teeth are chattering and tears are starting to overflow past your eyes, âah, kei, âs like i can feel you all over. i think â i think âm pretty close now.â
keigo grunts, applying more pressure; itâs enough to make you squeal with what sounds like delight. arousal burns through your body and pools hot and heavy in your gut, much like magma before a volcanic eruption. because his wings constantly show off his true emotions around youâespecially in more vulnerable situations such as this oneâthe pinions at the apexes of each individual wing start to wiggle.
if he wasnât being fucked to deathâor using you to fuck himâheâd probably be a little more embarrassed about the blatant display of joy. a smile or laugh is one thing, but his feathers wiggling back and forth is another. without even the smallest shred of concentration, stopping the movement is impossible.
âmake a mess for me,â molten gold eyes meet your own, crinkling at the sides as the inflection of desperation pushes through the words, âshit, i need to see you cumââ keigo cuts himself off with a hoarse groan, struggling to move your hips over his lap as the full-body tremors set in. ângh, angel. be a goodâgoddamn, s-so tightâa good girl and cum all over this cock, âkay? you have to go first, it has to be you. i canïżœïżœïżœt, fuck, hold it much longer. just lookinâ at you makes me want toâ!â
a feeble squeal cuts through the air like a knife through butter and you are temporarily frozen in place when you cum. sweat gleams along your skin, shimmering around your knitted brows, and your parted lips are sticky with a mixture of spit and drool. keigo wishes he could just see you cum like this again and again, going stiff on his cockâthen the rush hits you like a freight train.
you start to cry as cum spurts out of you in copious streams, wetting the entirety of his pelvis. thereâs so much all at once, and the spasming clenches of your cunt around him are enough to send his high crashing down over him like a tsunami wave. keigoâs wings instinctually wrap around you in a snug hold when he spills inside you, moaning your name until his voice breaks. his balls donât feel quite as heavy any more, now that heâs filled you up with everything he had to give.
ârelax, baby,â keigo coos, thumbing tears away from your cheeks. stars and spirals flash across his vision and heâs slurring his words, but the comfort feels better when heâs dazed like this. then he looks down, and his jaw audibly drops open. âwow! we . . made a mess, didnât we?â
sharp and urgent, your nails dig half moons into his bare shoulders the second he starts trying to move. ânot yet, kei. canât you just stay inside me?â
keigo wants to make a pregnancy joke, but fortunately, he refrains. however, you see the idea pass through his mindâhis flushed cheeks darken ever so slightly, and he smooths out an almost smile, fighting against its tug on his lips. âwhattt? canât a chef taste what was made with his recipe?â
warm embarrassment licks at the tips of your ears, but you try not to avert your eyes. âthat makes no sense, keigo.â
his fingertips doodle obscure shapes into your skin, his touch featherlight. keigo hums meaningfully, allowing his hand to move just a centimeter closer to your ass. âall iâm saying is bend over or lay back with your legs open.â
as tantalizing as his suggestion sounds, your pussy still throbs with soreness. âkei,â you sigh out his name like youâre actually tired, âi donât â i think iâm way too sensitive for that.â
the thing is, keigo doesnât actually care if you end up cumming too hard or too fast, or if you cry from overstimulation. he intends to devour you not only for your pleasure, but for his ownâhe needs this in order to feel satiated. âplease, angel? i think iâll die if iâm not between your thighs in the next two minutes.â
you bite your lip, feeling hot and heavy all over. he feels you tighten around his cock and knows heâs successfully convinced you; he unintentionally matches you by twitching once or twice against your cervix. âfine, kei,â you relent, giving in as if you couldâve ever refused, âbut only if youâll let me mess with your wings while you eat it.â
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BATBOYS TOXIC TRAITS / RED FLAGS + GREEN FLAGS ââ .âŠ
a/n: the thing is, they all arenât like problematic when it comes to relationships but they do have some things and flaws which when heard sound âoh okay thatâs fineâ but may be like super annoying in a irl relationship also this was a request by anon (here)! (Tags: batboys x reader)
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DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŠ
RED FLAGS:
Chronic People-Pleaser: Will prioritize everyoneâs needs over his own (or yours), leading to burnout⊠and you having to remind him you exist.
Flirty by Nature: Heâs not trying to flirt⊠it just happens. That waitress? Nope, not on purpose, but yeah, youâll roll your eyes a lot.
Hero Complex: He always has to âsaveâ people, including you, even when youâre perfectly fine handling it yourself. âI got it, babe.â No, you donât, Dick.
GREEN FLAGS:
Emotionally Intelligent: He can read your mood like a book and knows exactly how to make you smile (with pancakes shaped like hearts).
Physical Affection Expert: Hugs, cuddles, forehead kissesâyouâre basically his personal teddy bear.
Supportive King: Heâs your biggest cheerleader, hyping you up in the most genuine, heartfelt ways. âThatâs my girl.â
JASON TODD ââ .âŠ
RED FLAGS:
Anger Issues: Heâll throw hands for you at the slightest provocation. Guy looks at you wrong? Jasonâs already removing his jacket.
Emotionally Guarded: Good luck getting him to open up. Heâs more likely to tell you his deepest fears after youâve fallen asleep.
Reckless Behavior: Heâll drag you into the most insane situations and act like itâs no big deal. âWhat do you mean this is dangerous? Itâs fine.â
GREEN FLAGS:
Loyal to a Fault: Heâll defend you with his life, no questions asked. âYou mess with her, you mess with me.â
Soft Romantic: Beneath the tough exterior, heâs writing you sweet notes and remembering the little things, like how you take your coffee.
Protective (in a good way): He wonât smother you, but heâll make sure you always feel safe, even if itâs just crossing the street.
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŠ
RED FLAGS:
Workaholic: Heâll forget to eat, sleep, and sometimes text you back because âthe case was just getting good!â
Overthinks Everything: Spends hours analyzing your last text to figure out if you were mad or just tired. âWas that period passive-aggressive?â
Terrible Self-Care: Youâll have to force him to drink water and go to bed like a mom with a rebellious child.
GREEN FLAGS:
Incredibly Thoughtful: He remembers every detail about you, from your favorite flower to that obscure hobby you mentioned once.
Adorably Awkward: His shy smiles and fumbling over words when you flirt back are endlessly endearing.
Problem Solver: Heâll find solutions to all your problems, from fixing your computer to making your bad day better with tea and soft music.
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŠ
RED FLAGS:
Insanely Jealous: He glares daggers at anyone who looks at you too long. âWhy is he breathing near you?â
Judgmental: He might critique your taste in music, books, or anything else with his usual bluntness. âThis⊠is what you listen to?â
Control Freak: He likes things done a certain way and will try to âhelpâ you by micromanaging your life.
GREEN FLAGS:
Devoted Partner: Once heâs in, heâs all in. Youâll never doubt his commitment because heâs always showing up for you.
Loyal Beyond Measure: Heâll defend your honor to anyone, even Bruce. âSheâs perfect, Father. You simply lack taste.â
Surprisingly Gentle: Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft side that only you get to see, like the way he pets animalsâor youâso tenderly.
BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŠ
RED FLAGS:
Emotionally Repressed: Heâs basically a human brick wall when it comes to expressing his feelings. âIâm⊠fine.â No, Bruce, youâre not.
Work Comes First: Heâll disappear into the Batcave for days unless you drag him out by the cape which becomes quickly annoying.
Overprotective: Heâll want to track your every move, not because he doesnât trust you, but because he worries too much. âItâs for your safety.â
GREEN FLAGS:
Quietly Romantic: He may not be overly expressive, but heâll show love through subtle gesturesâlike a bouquet of your favorite flowers left on the table.
Ultimate Provider: He makes sure you never want for anything, whether itâs emotional support or physical comfort.
Unshakable Devotion: Once youâve captured his heart, heâs yours forever. Thereâs no halfway with Bruceâheâs in it for the long haul.
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A continuation of this post:
There is a teenager in the Watchtower.
Scratch that, there is a teenager that Bruce doesn't know in the Watchtower. The boy, maybe around Tim's age, is wearing worn blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes that had seen better days.
He is wearing no mask, no suit of armor, with no weapons on him. He's just sitting in one of the seats in their larger meeting room, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed Batman standing in the doorway.
Behind him, he heard Clark coming round the corner, Bruce lifted up a gloved hand which made the man stop.
"What is it, Bats?"
Bruce sent the man a look before motioning to the boy, who had definitely noticed them now.
He waved at them.
"Who is that? Don't you normally require all your new kids wear costumes up here?" Clark asked.
"Unknown." Bruce said before giving his friend a look. "He's not mine."
Why does everyone assume it's his kid? Just because this boy has dark hair and blue eyes does not mean he belongs to Bruce. Clark has nearly the same looks as Bruce, and he had two kids, why couldn't this one be one of his?
"He's not mine either!" Clark said before frowning. "Not that I know of."
Bruce lifted up an eyebrow, knowing his friend could see it beneath his cowl. Clark rolled his eyes.
"Let's be honest if he was one of mine, you would know before I would."
Bruce grunted and turned back to the teenager. The kid was clearly listening in on them while looking away from them. Bruce watched as he tapped on the table in front of him, making little staccato noises of anxiety.
"Why are we waiting out here?" Barry asked, appearing right in a blur of red and yellow right as he did. Clark pointed at the unknown in the meeting room. Barry grinned widely beneath his own cowl, making the rubbery material crinkle.
"Batsy! Another one? You sly dog, where'd you find this one?"
"He's not mine." Bruce growled, Barry actually froze for a moment, shock slowing him down to normal speed for a moment.
"Nice joke, Bats. If he's not yours, then whose is he?"
Bruce clenched his jaw, Barry looked between the two of them, head flipping rapidly until he realized it wasn't a joke. In the corner of his eye, he could see that the unknown was openly staring at them with a smile forming on his face.
"We are in space." Barry hissed. "How'd a random kid get in here?"
"Excuse me?"
Behind the three hero pile up, Arthur arrived. The King looked less than pleased at having his way impeded.
"I come to these bi-monthly meetings due to their importance. I have an entire kingdom to manage, so if we could all move?"
"Bats has a new kid!" Barry nearly shouted.
"He's not mine!" Bruce growled while Arthur looked up and over Barry to see the unknown.
"Do we have a security breach?" Arthur asked.
"He's not yours yet!" Barry said at the same time, lifting up a finger and pointing it right at Bruce's face.
"We don't know who it is or how they got here." Clark said. "He doesn't seem hostile."
"Appearances can be deceiving, Superman." Arthur said , pursing his lips. Bruce turned to see that the boy had now waved in greeting at Arthur and Barry. Barry waved back.
"Are we having a hallway party or something?" Captain Marvel asked. "A party sounds waaaay more fun than a meeting, no offense Batman."
"We have an intruder, Captain." Arthur said pointing directly at the kid.
The kid's eyes widened and he looked behind himself before pointing at his own chest in surprise.
"He doesn't seem like an intruder?" Marvel said with a frown. "What if he's lost?"
"The watchtower is a secure facility, people don't get here by accident." Bruce said.
"I dunno, Batman." Marvel shrugged. "We have aliens, magicians, and time travelers on our team. He could be lost."
Bruce refused to admit the genial man had a point, the unknown could be from anywhere or anywhen. From further down the hallway, John and Diana appeared, walking together. Diana was holding a glass filled with one of Barry's chocolate protein shakes. John nodded in greeting at the group.
"We have an intruder Wonder Woman." Arthur said.
Diana looked through the crowd before shaking her head.
"Nonsense. He has permission to be here. Come, we should sit for the meeting."
Diana muscled her way through the crowd, still carrying the glass. She walked directly over to the unknown. The boy perked up, smiling widely as Diana held out the glass for him
"Thanks, i was getting hungry." The boy said before taking a large gulp of the shake, Diana smiled down at the boy, resting her hand in his dark hair.
"Woah. Plot twist." Barry whispered.
"Come on, let's get to the bottom of this." Clark said walking into the room, following the path Diana took.
The rest of the League followed suit, taking their assigned seats around the table. Bruce wasn't surprised to see that the unknown was sitting in an extra chair right next to Diana.
"To start the meeting." Diana said onc everyone was seated. "I do have some news to share."
"Yeah, I sure hope so." Marvel said in that strange, joking tone he used as if he were quoting something, not that Bruce had ever been able to recognize the quotes.
"I would like to introduce the Justice League to my son, Daniel of Themyscira." Diana said, putting her arm around the unknown and squeezing him to her side.
"Hi." Daniel said, waving at the group, his cheeks a bit red.
Immediately, there was an uproar from most everyone in the League. Questions and shouts of confusion, shock, and denial. Diana only allowed the noise for a few moments before she slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to crack it.
"Enough!" She shouted, quickly quelling the group. "I will not allow my decision to bring my son here be questioned."
She glared at them fiercely, still holding Daniel to her side. The boy had ducked down a bit with the shouting but was now looking up at Diana with adoration.
"This entire team, aside from Captain Marvel, has brought their young charges to the League." Diana continued, looking at each of them. "Superman has brought up two Superboys, Aquaman introduced to us Aqualad, Flash has both Impulse and Kid Flash, Martian Manhunter came to us with Miss Martian. I do not believe we even have time to list all of Batman's brood."
Barry had the audacity to snort at Diana's last point. That actually eased the tension and people relaxed. Diana leaned back into her seat.
"I would think that my team of many years would trust my judgment in bringing my son here. I assure you he is well into his training and more than competent. I will allow you all to ask your questions now."
Bruce cleared his throat near silently and spoke up first.
"What does he know?"
Diana didn't look impressed at his question. Daniel looked at her face before frowning at Bruce, clearly following his mother's lead.
"I have spoken at length about the League and how we work together. I assure you that i have not revealed any identities shared in confidence with me." Diana's tone made it clear she was offended that Bruce would accuse her of revealing their identities. He barely kept from wincing.
"Uhm. How did he... come to be?" Clark asked, clearly not wanting to ask any truly intimate details.
"In the way all children do." Diana said, giving Clark a look of his own.
That answer was not very helpful given that Diana was formed from clay by her mother. Had she taken a pottery class when he wasn't looking? Unless the boy was much older than he appeared, there was no way Diana had hidden a pregnancy from them 15 or so years ago.
"Why haven't we heard of him before now?" Arthur asked.
"Daniel was training with Pandora, one of the elders of Themyscira, she sent him here when he learnt all she had to teach. He joined me in the world of man only a few months ago." Diana answered simply.
"Uh. Excuse my ignorance." Barry said in a tone that made it clear he was about to say something very ignorant indeed. "But I thought your family only had women in it?"
This time Daniel answered, looking nervous.
"I'm. I'm trans actually." he answered, while rubbing his arm nervously.
"Which is completely fine and something that will not leave this room." Diana said, her voice comforting towards her son while her eyes promised hellfire to the heroes in the room.
Everyone made noises of agreement until Daniel relaxed, going back to smiling.
"Excuse me Wonder Woman, will Daniel be wanting to join any of the other, younger teams?" Captain Marvel asked, sounding excited at the idea.
Which of course he would, he was still acting Den Mother for Young Justice and loving it.
"That is up to him. For now I would like to keep him to myself for a while longer, but once he is further trained by myself I think it would be a splendid opportunity."
"Yes!" Daniel agreed before clearing his throat. "I mean, that'd be cool or whatever."
"We can discuss it in the future." Bruce allowed, knowing that it would probably happen sooner than Diana would want knowing how both the Teen Titans and Young Justice were. Danny nodded eagerly at that.
"Finish your food." Diana told Daniel before looking back up at the rest of the team. "Are there any more questions?"
"Does Daniel have any health requirements or powers we need to be aware of?" John asked. "Or is his physiology the same as your own?"
"His powers are vastly different from my own. It is one of the reasons Pandora had taken on his training in the beginning." Diana answered easily. "The facilities and resources we have here should work well for him in case of injury."
The knowledge that Daniel's powers were so different from Diana's that she didn't feel comfortable training him herself was worrisome. Amazons, as far as he knew, had relatively similar powersets. Although he had not heard of Pandora before, perhaps she was specialized?
"I do have, what's it called? An enhanced metabolism. Most stuff here doesn't work on me."
"Don't worry son. We have plenty of medications designed with metas in mind." Clark told Danny. "If it works on me and your mom, it willl work for you."
"Cool."
"What all can you do?" Captain Marvel asked.
Daniel turned to look at Diana who nodded. The boy then looked back at them and started listing his powers.
"I can fly. Not as fast as mom's invisible jet but pretty fast. I'm super strong. I can turn invisible and intangible."
"Intangible?" Clark asked.
"It is an ability similar to Martian Manhunter's density shifting." Diana clarified. "The mechanisms are different."
Magical, most likely, instead of John's more science based power. Bruce would have to come up with more contingencies to compensate for that.
"Yeah intangibility is pretty cool." Daniel told them. "Althought when i first got it, it was pretty scary. I kept falling through stuff. I was almost afraid I'd start falling through the whole planet by accident. I totally have it under control now though."
"I would be interested in comparing our abilities, Daniel." John said, nodding his head towards him. The boy beam excitedly.
"Yeah!"
"Not in the Watchtower." Diana warned, voice stern.
Yes, that was probably sensible. Danny agreed with his mother, and John clarified that he would be happy to meet up planetside at their convenience.
"Are those all of your abilities?" Barry asked, Daniel shook his head.
"No there are a bunch more. But I'm not supposed to use them for a while."
"Why?"
"My son is powerful, but he has relied on his powers far too much in the past." Diana said, sounding porud enough to make her son blush. "Right now, I am training his melee abilities, we have agreed to a temporary pause until he has met my standards."
"It's been super tough. Mom's making me practice with her sword all the time." Danny added on.
"My mother will be sending on your own weapon soon." Diana soothed. "Hephestes does not like to be rushed."
"I know mom."
Diana reached up and ruffled her son's hair. Daniel leaned into the affection with a smile.
"Are there any further questions?" Diana asked, when no one had anything immediately she nodded. "Good. Is there any further business? If not, I would like to take my son home for a proper meal."
Everyone looked at each other. Bruce had wanted to discuss some of his findings, but with Diana's reveal, it hardly seemed important any longer. Bruce was going to need to do a lot of research and planning. He wondered if he should get Tim involved or if he should hold off. The League agreed to end the meeting early, Diana stood.
"Come Daniel. We should get to the jet."
Daniel scrambled up and followed his mother out of the meeting room, his worn sneakers squeaking a bit on the flooring. The rest of the League sat in silence for a moment taking in what Diana had told them.
Wonder Woman had a child. A child with powers beyond her own.
Daniel popped back into the room before anyone could speak.
"Gosh, I am sorry I almost forgot. Mr. Batman, I have something for you."
Daniel walked right over to Bruce, who stared at him from underneath the cowl. The boy was not nearly as confident as his mother when it came to his glare. He cringed a bit, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver and green flash drive. He placed it on the table and stepped back.
"What is that?"
"Mom told me you like to make contingencies for everyone. In case they go crazy or whatever. So..." The boy motioned to the drive with his hand. "I mean, it'd be weird if i made my own plans, but like, you could do it. That has all my powers and weaknesses and stuff."
Bruce grabbed the flash drive and the boy looked pleased.
"Okay! I gotta go. It was awesome meeting you guys!"
Daniel turned on his heel and ran out of the room. Bruce looked down at the flash drive, doing his best to hide his shock. No one has ever just handed him a list of their weaknesses before.
"I dunno Bats, are you sure he's not yours?" Barry asked.
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Young Tim who makes kandi/friendship bracelets for Robin and Batman (mostly Robin, he just doesnât want Batman to feel left out) and leaves them in the Batsâ most common brooding/surveillance spots.
He does this for years, perfecting his craft. He makes bracelets with multiple chains, his beads get higher quality, his finishings improve (he learns that gluing the knot and trimming down the string is better than just tying it off and cutting it down.) and he loves to make bracelets for the two Robins, and for Nightwing, when Robin I eventually becomes his own hero.
When Jason dies, Tim sneaks over to leave kandi at his grave, nothing that would incriminate him as Robin, just things Tim thinks he would like. Kandi strung in his favourite colours, a cuff with a quote from his favourite book, intricate designs woven with pieces of Timâs heart and his sorrow for his favourite Robin, his hero.
Theyâre cleared away often, but Tim replaces them with new kandi diligently.
He also turns Robin IIâs favourite gargoyle into a mini shrine, bracelets and kandi chains decorating the stone high above Gothamâs streets, dedicated to his hero.
When Jason arrives to the tower, ready to break his replacementâs wings, he instead finds a sixteen year old boy sitting cross legged on the floor, surrounded by boxes of beads. He has a tray in front of him, a design laid out that he is carefully transferring one by one onto the elastic string.
âStupid Bruce clearing the stupid grave.â He mutters angrily, tying off the bracelet. âHave to replace these every other week.â He adds a dollop of glue, ties the string again, adds another bit of glue, and then sets the piece down to dry. Jason watches as he carefully manoeuvres the glued knot to rest in one of the beads, ensuring thatâs its secured to itself as well as to the bead.
He would be impressed by the attention to detail if he wasnât currently processing that Tim fucking Drake is Robinâs stalker.
He thinks back to his room at the manor, at least fifty bracelets for Robin II found on rooftops (and once, on the passenger seat of the Batmobile. God, the look on Bruceâs face.) stored securely in a plastic box at the very back of his closet. His most prized possessions. He knows Dick has one just like it.
Whatever plans for revenge being enacted through the vessel of his replacement are immediately scrapped.
âThose for me?â He asks, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms.
Tim whips around, beads clattering off the bracelet he was carefully stringing together.
âNot unless youâre my neighbourâs dead son.â He shoots back, tone aiming for joking, scrambling for his staff. Play cool, play cool.
Jason barely thinks for a moment before he removes his helmet. He peels off the domino mask, wincing as it pulls slightly.
âUhâŠâ Tim stalls, staff at the ready.
âYou left me bracelets, all around Gotham. For years. For Nightwing too, and the Bat.â Jason tilts his head. âYou said those were for your dead neighbour. You make them for me out of the mask too?â Tim nods wordlessly, stepping aside so that Jason can rifle through the pile of bracelets waiting for their glue to fully dry.
He finally finds his words as Jason starts trying on various pieces.
âI started leaving them after you- after everything. At your⊠grave. B and A clear them away every few weeks, I donât know if they keep them, but I replace them.â He sounds unsure, Jason thinks thatâs reasonable.
âYou donât even know me.â He says, he knows why someone would leave gifts for Robin, but Jason Todd? No way.
âYou were my hero. You are my hero.â Tim responds, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
âGuess we gotta break into the manor and see where heâs hiding those bracelets then, eh?â Jason pushes through the warm feeling in his chest. He doesnât have time to analyse that now.
âOnly if you agree to let me run tests in the cave.â Tim still holds his staff in an iron grip.
Jason would expect nothing less from his Robin.
Itâs only a small price to pay for those kandi after all.
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Jus imaginin you bein a star football player- bein all handsome Nâ fit but a total dummyâ as oblivious to your surroundings as ever and boy if the captain of your team didnât let you know jus how stupid he thinks you are!âŠoh heâs plain Oâl cruel, makin you stay after practice slapping you for your mistakes grabbing your ass Nâ groping you secretly on tha field like he owns you- he loves havin you to himself Nâ making jokes bout you infront of everyone else but boy if he isnât totally smitten by youâŠheâs full blown infatuated to the point where itâs insane? I mean he beats you bloody jus to see you look at him all pathetic
Jus imaginin bein a total pet for your college professor, I mean all tha extra tutorin has you close with him is all? Thatâs just it right!..? But oh no heâs dead set youâre his pretty boy- his pretty baby Nâ all you can do is sit wide eyed like a pursed puppy before him, gosh heâd eat you alive if he could- heâd squish you Nâ grab you like a lil boy toy but he canât with that big Oâl meanie whoâs always by your side, but boy if your professor doesnât like playin your hero, swoop in an Savin that pretty jaw from his blows.
Jus imaginin your bully givin up bein sweet on you, he starts bein all mean again, punching you Nâ gripping you tight makin your big eyes swell up jus so he can angrily try Nâ make out with youâ poor you bein all confused not even protesting when his flushed cock is in your face, his tip all mushroomed and leakin all over the shaft Nâ pressing into your inner cheekâ he loves the way you pout, all sloppy with your drool on the ground sitting on your knees is a picture perfect sight to him. Of course your professor finds out, he wonât even look you Nâ your eyes after that!
Jus imaginin your professor givin you the silent treatment- gaslighting and tearin your pretty boy status down til your needy and apologetic practically beggin for his forgiveness- these two men were ruinin you- a once happy go lucky man bein twisted into a toxic relationship between two big Oâl meaniesâŠNâ why was riding your professors cock the only way to get his forgiveness? âMh, sirr- are you sure there isnât aânother wayy~â your voice is whiny gripping onto his desk with lewd plaps fillin up the room havin his hand on your hip with your lips pressing together forming an âOâ shape while his hands rest on your hips liftin and droppin you on his cock havin your insides squished to his size.
Jus imaginin your bully findin out about you and your professorâ seein your flushed face and your limp when you show up for practice, it doesnât take a genius to see you jus took the fuckin of a life time anâ he was full of rage that he wasnât the man that gave it too ya. Oh how your poor body never catches a break- youâre bent over in the locker room grippin for dear life while he jus grunts and huffs angrily in your ear like a upset dog, your rim burns from bein stretched too long Nâ your inner walls are all bruised Nâ slick still from your professors cock- he can feel it and he knows you can too.
Jus imaginin the two men tryin to be at each others throats when you turn away Nâ playing all nice when youâre around, your bully bein all ruthless Tâ you jus so your professor can swoop in Nâ be your savior, jus thinkin your bully tryin to be nice fâ once when he sees how close you are Tâ the professorâmaybe if he sweetens up he can have ya. Your bully bein mean to you until he sees you tuck tail and runin to Him..oh boy if that didnât make his blood boil seeing you all clingy to that dumb old manâ
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Pt 4 of the Danny is Tim's 99th attempt at cloning Kon. A 3 year old Danny finally meets his not dead anymore template.
[Pt 3: here] [Pt 5:Here]
Danny is so nervous he feels like he's going to throw up. His Template, who was dead and now isn't, is coming over to meet him. He knows his dad wouldn't let the guy near if he thought he'd react poorly to Danny, and Danny is excited about maybe having an adult (barely, technically, since he's 18) to help him figure out his new alien heritage, but he's still scared shitless. He wants this to go well so badly.
"Danny," Tim sighs in fond exasperation, "Come here, sweetheart."
Danny floats himself into dad's lap, tucking himself to his chest.
"Kon has been just as nervous to meet you." Tim kisses the top of Danny's head, just before Danny turns a wide-eyed look towards him. "He's the sweetest himbo and has been gushing about meeting you, but he's terrified you won't like him."
"Rweally?"
"Yeah, one of his deepest desires and deepest traumas is his want of family. But he doesn't want to pressure you into accepting any sort of relationship with him." Tim explains before cracking a sardonic smile. "Which is a big mood. I'm pretty sure most of the younger heroes have imposter syndrome."
"Why?"
"For many reasons. Kon was, and sometimes still is, discriminated against and frankly abused for being a clone. I forced my way into the Wayne family and was repeatedly told I didn't belong. Jason never had a stable life. Damian was a rape baby and raised in the LoA til he was 10. Dick was kicked out by Bruce once he aged out of fostering age. Jason's "not" boyfriend, Roy, was shunned for developing a drug habit after gaining significant trauma." Tim lists off. "A lot of the younger heroes couldn't lean on the adults in their lives, and it leaves scars. We've all found our footing, and deserve everything good we have in our lives, but the feeling of unworthiness is hard to escape."
Danny hugs his dad around the neck. He knew some of this dad and co lore, but it makes him sad each time. No one in his new family family has had easy lives, but are still so nice.
Tim suddenly looks mischievous, "All that to say, Kon has been texting me all morning about what he should wear, do I actually think you'll like him, if he should bring a gift or would you think he's bribing you to like him-"
"Tim!" A guy whines as he enters. He's wearing a leather jacket over a band t-shirt and black jeans. He clothes don't hide how he's shredded and probably 6 inches, at least, taller than Tim. He's holding a puzzle box and looks flustered and embarrassed.
"It's true!" Tim grins at the newcomer, before adjusting his angle to give Danny a slightly better view. "Danny, this is Kon, your DNA donor. Kon, this is my- our son, Danny."
Danny shyly waves as a blushing Kon sputters and protests Tim's choice of introductions.
"What? I did all the work, you just provided the DNA. Maybe if there's a next time, I'll let you help." Tim teases, and is hilariously oblivious to the gutter Danny can see Kon's mind drop into.
Danny has found his dad to be absolutely oblivious to anytime someone is into him, outside of Ra's. Danny watched so many people try to shoot their shot, and Tim cluelessly rebuff them. Danny thought he was doing it on purpose at first, but soon realized, no, his dad just has low self-esteem and truly doesn't think anyone finds him desirable. It's as funny as it is sad.
"So mean." Kon pouts before holding up the puzzle box for Danny to see the design. It's a thousand piece nebula puzzle. "I ended up getting you this puzzle. Tim- Your dad told me you love space and are super smart, so I thought you'd enjoy this puzzle."
Danny blinks, looking between the barely adults, before deciding to be funny. He says in his gravest voice. "So you chose bribery."
Danny gets the glorious view of Kon's face dropping in shock. Tim is literally shaking as he tries not to laugh, knowing Danny is pulling the guy's leg. The Drakes let him flounder for a moment, trying to find a response to that, before Danny can't help giggling, which pushes Tim over the edge and start cackling, startling Kon into silence.
"You should have seen your face!" Tim wheezes.
Kon gets a dopey look on his face. "You're just messing with me."
Danny nods with a grin. He wiggles to be put down, which Tim complies with, still giggling. Danny trots up to his template.
"You're silly." Danny informs him before holding his arms up and demanding. "Up!"
Kon quickly sets the puzzle on an end table near him before picking Danny up. He looks a little nervous when Danny stares hard at his face. "Um?"
Danny takes in all the shared features between them, some harder to see with the 16 year age difference, but it's sort of soothing to see. He gets distracted when he notices Kon's piercings, gasping and taking a closer look.
"How!?" He excitedly, but gently grabs Kon's ear piercings. Danny had gotten similar ear piercings when he was a ghost, and he misses them, but figured he wasn't going to be able to get them done in this body. It being nearly indestructible and all.
"Oh, my piercings?" Danny nods, leaning forward to take a closer look. "I'm sure you noticed it's hard to hurt us, but there's a rock called kryptonite, and depending on the colour, different things can happen."
"I thought kryptonite just hurt?" Danny asks, pulling back to look at Kon's face.
"It can. Green kryptonite is the most common, and it will hurt you. It turns off your powers and slowly poisons you, and if not taken away quickly, can kill us. Gold kryptonite is the rarest type and will permanently remove kryptonian abilities and usually leaves permanent injuries. So please do your best to avoid those types." Kon explains, "Red kryptonite should probably also be avoided, it makes kryptonians angry and turns off your inhibitions, but it won't technically hurt you to be exposed to it. The last colour I know of is blue. Blue kryptonite doesn't harm you or mess with your mental abilities. It just turns off all of your kryptonian abilities for however long it touches your skin. I have a blue kryptonite necklace I wear whenever I want tattoos or piercings."
Danny turns pleading eyes to his dad. "Can I get ear piercings??"
Danny can't help, but notice an infatuated smile on Tim's face before the man huffs a laugh and walks over. He runs a hand through Danny's hair.
"If you still want them when you're 5, I'll let you." Tim hums, "I don't want it to be an impulsive decision, and people will be less weird about a five year old getting their ears pierced. You might still get weird looks since you're a boy, but that's their problem, not yours."
"Okay!" Danny cheers. He hasn't told his dad about his past life/afterlife, so he can understand the hesitance over letting 3 year old get a body mod, even if it's just a single set of ear piercings, on what seems like a whim. He's honestly surprised he only has to wait til he's 5. Tim can be a bit of a helicopter parent, but then again, Tim really wants Danny to be his own person, never once shaming him for not fitting into a mold.
His aunts and uncles and grandpa have all made comments when they think he can't hear about how different or similar he is to Kon. Or when he shows gender non-conforming interests. Tim gets mad at them anytime he realizes Danny heard them. He doesn't want Danny to feel bad about any of it. Siting that "no shit" there's going to be similarities and differences, that's how children work, clone or not, and how gender is a social construct. He usually starts picking apart all of his siblings' behaviors at that point, pointing out what they inherented from Bruce, what is trauma born, and what's uniquely their's so he assumes they're from their respective parents, as well as all the things they do that don't fall under what society thinks their gender should do. It's funny, but also very nice. Danny loves his dad.
The true question right now, though, is: will he love, or even just like, his template? Danny doesn't hate what he's heard and seen so far, but actual fondness or affection needs time.
"How about we head to the gym?" Tim says, "Kon can show you some of his powers."
"Can I fly higher?" Danny isn't allowed to fly more than 4 feet in the air. Which is annoying, but fair. Again, he's 3.
"Only if you stay in arm's reach of Kon when you do."
"Okay!!" Danny cheers, purposely flailing around. Kon's hold on him tightens slightly to make sure he doesn't fall, but it's not painful. Another point to the DNA donor. That's about five in his favour during this interaction alone.
"Already flying, little man?" Kon grins.
"Yeah!"
"He figured out how to fly before how to run." Tim chuckles, "Now he does both any chance he gets. It keeps things lively."
"I imagine." Kon's grin turns a little gooey, before letting himself float and zip to the gym. "Let's have so fun!"
Danny can't help his chuckles. Kon flies there faster than Danny's allowed currently. It's fun!
Danny also can't help but notice Tim isn't in a rush to catch up. Meaning Tim fully trusts Kon with Danny's life. That's a trust that took the rest of the family months to gain, even though Tim knew they wouldn't hurt him. Danny isn't sure what to make of that knowledge, but it definitely makes him more inclined to like his template.
And by dinner time, Danny does genuinely like the guy. He respects everything Tim and Danny have to say, shows Danny a bunch of fun tricks with their powers, and let's Danny lead their games. He's fun, nice, and most importantly, not creepy. He clearly likes his dad in a more than friends way, but is hesitant to act on it, clearly not wanting to fuck up with either Tim or Danny.
Unfortunately for Danny, he can see Tim likes Kon back, but his dad is an idiot and doesn't realize it. So now he has to figure out how to get his dad to realize he's into his template without it being weird.
But really, what was Danny expecting? Trying to clone your "best friend" a hundred times isn't exactly hetero behavior. He decides he's going to enlist Uncle Damian and Uncle Jason. It's for his dad's own good at this point.
He also debates on if he's going to try to parent trap them. He likes Kon, but he doesn't know him well enough to commit to the bit just yet. He'll decide later, once he knows more.
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Warnings: smut w/o plot, doggy style, creampie, blowjob, rough s*x
Summary: you and Bakugo went camping, and you couldnât believe your new shorts were enough to turn the big guy on so quickly
MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

As the golden hues of dusk began to settle over the campsite, the thrill of a shared adventure coursed through your body, amplified by the excitement that Katsuki, your usually so gruff boyfriend, had agreed to this escapade into the wild.Â
It wasn't his idea of a perfect getaway, but the hint of adventure and the rugged trails appealed to his untamed spirit, and that was enough to tilt his decision.
Preparations for the trip unfolded over several days. You meticulously selected a new tent, sleeping bags, and all the essentials needed for survival in the embrace of nature. The excitement bubbled within you, and each item was a promise of the memories you were about to create together.
Upon arrival at the campground, a place chosen for its variety of trails, Bakugoâs eyes - those intense, crimson orbs - surveyed the land with a tactical gaze, as if plotting each step he would conquer on the morrow.Â
You began setting up the tent, fumbling slightly with the steel profiles. "Kats, could you help me with these?" you asked, trying not to get distracted by his scrutinizing look.
With a gruff nod, Bakugo joined you, his hands adept and sure as he assisted with the tent. "Why don't you start on the fire?" he suggested, his tone brusque but not unkind. "Seems like something you can handle, babe."
You set about gathering dry wood, arranging stones in a careful circle to cradle the fledgling flames you would soon coax to life.
When Bakugo watched you light the fire with practiced ease, a rare smile broke across his face. "Well, well, look at you. I'm starting to think you're a pro at this," he remarked, the rough pad of his thumb brushing a smudge of dirt from your cheek as he approached you.
His compliment warmed you more than the fire, and soon you were searching through your backpack for marshmallows, a sweet treat to end the day. "Hungry?" you asked, glancing back at him.
Bakugo's eyes lingered on you, particularly drawn to the curve of your hips and ass accentuated by your new shorts. âI like your new shorts,â he commented casually, completely skipping the question you asked.
Your cheeks heated under his gaze, and you turned to face him fully. "Do you? They're just material shorts."
"Which hug your ass so nicely," he growled softly, his hand finding its way to your lower back and pulling you closer.Â
You gasped, turning fully to face him, arms looping around his neck as he lifted you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his hips for stability. "Did my shorts turn you on that much, babe?" you teased, feeling his breath against your ear.
His only response was a husky, affirmative grunt as he carried you towards the tent.Â
Soon, you lay back on the sleeping bag, Bakugo hovering above, his lips tracing a path along your neck. His hands slipped under your t-shirt, discovering with a pleased murmur that you werenât wearing anything underneath. "Aren't you being a naughty little shit today?" His voice was rough with arousal.
"You know I like it when you put me in my place," you murmured back, rolling your hips against his, your hands deftly working to remove his clothes.
Bakugo responded with equal fervor, his movements urgent as he shed his layers.Â
Overwhelmed by a primal urge, you found yourself driven by raw desire, pushing him off yourself and kneeling between his spread thighs. Your tongue darted out, tracing fervent circles around the swollen tip of his penis, the taste of the faint bitterness of your boyfriendâs arousal causing you to moan in delight.
Katsuki began to guide the rhythm, his hips gently grinding forward. The motion coaxed your lips apart, accommodating him fully as he nudged against the welcoming gate of your throat. With each advance, you adjusted, your throat opening to invite him deeper, your initial gag reflex swiftly giving way to a consuming need to take him all in. The feel of his throbbing length, coupled with your swirling tongue, sent vibrations along his shaft, and Katsuki rolled his head back.
You yanked one leg around his one leg to improve your position and started grinding your slick pussy against his knee.
âFuck, yeah,â the man growled. The sensation was nearly unbearable. Known for his fiery temperament and fierce control, here he was, surrendering to the pleasure you elicited with your little expert ministrations. His pace quickened. The sensation of sliding in and out of your snuggly throat, the slick, rhythmic tightness you provided, pushed him to the edge.
The build-up was intense, his body tightening, a crescendo of raw energy that demanded release. With a guttural cry, he reached the brink. Bakugoâs release was rich, a surge of warmth that he felt from the base of his spine to the tip of his cock while his creamy essence spilled forth in a rush of exhilarating release, filling your mouth and dripping from its corners to your naked neckline.
With a swift motion, he yanked your head off him by your hair and pushed you flat against the sleeping bag. He knelt behind you, spanked your ass a few times, and cupped your cheeks, spreading them to watch your gaping hole, slick with your juices. âSuch a whore you are,â Bakugo mused, and aligned himself with your entrance, and the world fell away as he entered you with a single powerful thrust. His presence inside you was overwhelming, a perfect fit that stretched you deliciously.
Your breath caught in your throat, the sensation overwhelming. "Katsuki..." you gasped, your fingers digging into the sleeping bag.
He set a rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last, his groans mixing with your gasps. "I love fucking my sexy girl raw," he confessed, his voice barely above a growl as his hips pistoned in yours. His rock hard cock plunged deep into you with a relentless rhythm.Â
You met each of his thrusts with an eager push back, your vaginal muscles clenching around his cock in a delicious squeeze that drew a low groan from his lips. Each movement you made was synchronized with his, a dance of desire that had you both teetering on the edge of ecstasy. You played with the limits of sensation, allowing the tip of his dick to nearly escape your snuggly pussy before sliding back down, pressing your ass against his abdomen tightly. Your hips gave a gentle, teasing twerk, enhancing the friction and intensifying the pleasure that thrummed through every nerve of his.
Each powerful thrust forced a sharp gasp from your lips, his rhythm unabating, as if he were carving his desire into your very being. His movements weren't just fervent - they were meticulously measured to break down every barrier you possessed. Each retreat was only a brief prelude to another overwhelming advance, sending ripples through you. The slick, warm precum trickled out of your abused, swollen pussy whenever he pushed back.
Each thrust stole the breath from your lungs, reducing your voice to ragged gasps and involuntary whimpers, as you were rendered pliant under his commanding touch, your body moving with his like a leaf caught in a storm.
âFuck yeah, just like that, Iâm gonna cream your sweet cunt, bitch,â Bakugo's voice was a husky growl, vibrating through the dense air of the tent. His hand landed with a resounding smack against your ass, the sting blooming across your skin.
His words were crude but thrilling, spoken with the certainty of a man on the brink of conquering, his every word as impactful as his movements, promising a culmination that would leave you both shattered.
When the climax overtook you, it was with a shout of his name, your world bursting into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Even as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you, a part of your mind remained acutely aware, sensing the potent surges of Katsuki's climax deep within your abused pussy. You discovered muscles you never knew you had - working on your boyfriendâs cock, pulsing, squeezing and milking him dry.
His muscles ripped and his thrusts became sloppy. Soon, Katsuki shuddered and expelled bolts of thick, warm semen, giving you one of the best creampies you had ever had. âTake all of my seed, bitch,â the man growled, massaging the meat of your ass. âSuch a good, little whore.â
After he withdrew, he once again spread your ass, observing your mixed cums leak out of your reddened, swollen entrance. A satisfied, almost wicked grin spread across his face, reflecting a raw, triumphant pleasure.
Afterward, as you both lay catching your breath, Bakugo's arm wrapped protectively around you, his voice was tender. "I love you, Y/N."
"Love you too, Kats. I think I should wear these shorts more often if this is how you react."
Bakugoâs laugh was a sound youâd treasure forever. âJust wait until I get my hands on you again. Youâre mine, Y/N, and I'll show you just how wild I can get.â
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But if Batman won't adopt Danny... who will?
Starfire, and she is all over her new little brother!
Shortly after establishing the Teen Titans, Robin (Dick) introduces âPhantomâ to the group, because seriously, heâs not introducing him as âDanny.â Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret identity when you use your name in your superhero moniker. And shows Phantom his room.
Robinâs actual goal is to get Phantom to join the Titans, but even taking short cuts through the Ghost Zone, Jump City is still a good ways away from Amity Park, and he has parents, so⊠Itâs still a nice gesture and all, and Phantom will come visit, but no.
Still, heâs never met other teens who are heroes in their own right like he is, so heâs excited to meet Robinâs new team. Â The other Titans think itâs a little weird for this not-member to have his own room in the Tower, but the place is huge, and Robin trusts him, so itâs fine. Â Itâs a bit awkward at first as theyâre all still getting used to each other, but Phantom quickly makes friends with all of them.
But itâs his friendship with Starfire that grows first and fastest. As soon as he finds out sheâs an alien from another planet, he latches on and must know everything. Starfire more than welcomes the attention. While she knows the Titans care for her, theyâre not always⊠receptive to the traditions and customs of her culture. Phantom, on the other hand, is enraptured as she tells him about her culture, her holidays, the planets sheâs been to, everything.
So she asks if heâd be interested in learning Tamaranean? Yes! 100%! Absolutely! Phantom picks up the language quickly and returns the favor by helping Starfire with her English. While the ability to absorb language through lips is handy, itâs by no means perfect, and Phantom helps her with things like contractions, slang, idioms, etc.
It also helps that after a couple sparring sessions with each other, Phantom and Starfire realize just how durable their partner is. For Starfire, the people and things on Earth can be so delicate. And for Phantom, if he doesnât watch himself and hurts a human too badly, itâs just more justification to call him an âevil ghostâ that should be ripped apart molecule by molecule. Both are thrilled to finally be able to fight all out again without worrying about the consequences if they lose. And Starfire also uses it to teach Phantom some Tamaranean martial arts for aerial combat so maybe heâll stop crashing into so many walls.
But what really changes the relationship is the Body Swap incident (not to be confused with the Freaky Friday incident). Similar to what happened with the Puppet King in Switched, Phantom and Starfire switch bodies while fighting an enemy. Unlike what happened in Switched, Phantom and Starfire and two teen powerhouses with green energy powers triggered by emotions. And the emotional triggers they use are in the same ballpark. Starfireâs âunbridled joy of flightâ to fly is very similar to how Phantom revels in the pure freedom of flight he feels. Both get angry when they use blasts. Itâs very much a âif you believe in it, you can do itâ kind of power set. Starfire canât really figure out Phantomâs more ghostly abilities like invisibility or intangibility, but they very quickly adapt to each otherâs shared powers on the fly during battle. But thereâs one power Starfire wants to use against the hordes of minions that Phantom wonât share the trigger for: the Ghostly Wail.  He tries to tell her itâs not a good move, that itâll use up too much power, it should only be used as a last resort, itâll cause too much collateral damage, etc., but Starfire wants to know, and eventually he tells her.
âT-terror⊠and desperation.â
Starfire rushes to give Phantom the biggest hug ever because those are such horrible feelings, and she doesnât want to imagine what conditions must have led to him developing such a power because no one should have to feel such feelings. He is right; and that is not a power she needs to use to win this battle. The minions are defeated, the villain is forced into a temporary retreat, and the Teen Titans return to the Tower to regroup and plan.
However, Starfire doesnât know how to power through and hold onto Phantomâs ghostly form, and as soon as the adrenaline from the fight wears off, rings of white light spread out of her middle, and Phantom turns back into Danny in the middle of the living room.
But more importantly, everyone needs to get out of the way RIGHT NOW because while Phantom can ignore his biological needs for days, Danny canât, and Starfire has never had to pee this badly ever in her whole life and everyone needs to MOVE, PLEASE! as she rushes into the nearest bathroom.
Phantom/Danny is now panicking, because even as an alien, heâs pretty sure sheâs bound to notice that some bits of male anatomy that should be there are⊠missing. Heâs begging her, through the door in Tamaranean, not to tell anyone about his secret.  Heâs not ready to come out yet, and heâs honestly pretty scared heâs about to lose her friendship, too.  Starfire doesnât really care. So long as youâre a strong warrior, Tamaraneans donât care whatâs going on in someoneâs pants, and sheâs just relieved she didnât have to figure out different plumbing while in his body. Starfire opens the door. While she knows that the people of Earth are not always as understanding, Danny need not fear her. She will not tell anyone he's trans until he is ready to tell them himself and supports him and goes in for a hug.
Except you havenât washed your hands; gross! They both laugh it off, but when Starfire goes to wash her hands, the water freezes. The cold energy in Dannyâs core is building, and Starfire doesnât know how to let it out.  They need to switch back to their own bodies soon, or Dannyâs body, and Starfire, might not survive. A little more training so Starfire can turn back into Phantom, and the Titans are ready for the final act, take down the final villain and Starfire and Phantom are back in their own bodies.Â
But after that, Phantom is no longer Starfireâs friend. Â Danny is her little brother, and she tells him her name is Koriandâr, or Korâi for short.
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nsfw ; mark & his favorite cam streamer
tags: reader is afab but not really explicitly gendered, kind of exposition heavy, reader is a cam girl/cam boy, light discussion of porn, and masturbation
it's not really surprising mark jerks off. he's just a person, not a paragon of saintly attitude and disposition.
he can be mean, he can be pretty disgusting sometimes, it's what most people are occasionally. in the normal waysâ like forgetting their manners from time to time or cracking an insensitive joke.
he's not innocent, not really anyway. he knows his way around the internet. knows which accounts on twitter to look at. its all part of the routine he's developed over the influx of hormones simmering within himself.
mark knows what he likes and what he absolutely can't stand. he always skips videos with excessive moaning, and refuses to watch hardcore kink videos because he's not really ready or interested.
he skims through couple videos sometimes and gets a little miffed at the fact that he's getting off to kissing and missionary. other times he just browses. it feels more like a chore than an outlet. he's probably gone miles and miles by just clicking and browsing. scrolling, if he's on his phone.
eventually he comes to find cam sitesâ they're pretty straightforward and in-your-face generally speaking. he's not even that far from the banner and almost a dozen of people are scantily clad or naked.
your video is somewhere down the line. you're not really in lingerie, just in an oversized t-shirt and panties. they hug your figure nicely, and you're just groping yourself.
mark is early, he learns, and you usually like to stretch out the teasing foreplay part of your streams. taking your sweet time to remove your shirt, and either peel or kick off your panties. moving slow like molasses.
part of what mark enjoys seeing in porn is probably authenticity. there's always a form of vunerability in porn. in the way people grind and moan and keen. he likes to see someone who's honestly enjoying themselves and you do exactly just that.
flick your nipples and laugh, muttering that it doesn't really do anything for you, but that it probably turns someone on. it's charming, and incredibly attractive in a way mark isn't very familiar with.
he's half hard when you finally decide to use your toyâ tentatively, just one. set aside usually, just within reach so when you decide you're sick of preening for the camera you can finally get off.
the show isn't fancy, but mark cums anyway. he's satisfied when he does. you're still writhing and mewling when he tucks himself back into his boxers.
he likes things simple, that way they're easy to understand. mark commits your username to memory and drops by whenever he feels like it.
mark learns that you like to interact with your chat sometimes. a swarming insatiable mess of horny idiots all vying for your attention no matter how short it might be.
he usually forgets about the chatter. he isn't paying attention to random people comment about how pretty your ass is or how they want you to stick your tongue out when you cum, all he focuses on is fucking his fist to the rhythm of your bucking hips and cumming in sync.
it usually goes that way, until he's watching you entertain questions from viewers. you get a few strange ones that you don't really pay mind to, but someone starts the conversation of people you'd fuck.
of course celebrities make the list, but mark doesn't expect the conversation to talk about heroes.
"immortal?" you laugh, a little out of breath as you slowly work your way up and down a dildo. "too old, and he's not cute!"
mark grimaces, the mental image isn't cute either. a selfish and sick part of him refuses to share, but he doubts immortal even knows how to look up pornsites. he probably pages through magazines or something.
you go quiet for a bit and squint at the screen, "of course! why wouldn't i? invincible is ripped like hell."
mark's face grows hot, incredibly flattered. he gets hard when you spout out little comments about how you'd lick his neck and let him fuck your throat sore.
mark's liking for you had been mostly out of how pretty you are and how easy it is to watch you come apart. but now he knows how big of a fan you are for invincible, and he's never gonna pass up on watching you ever.
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Imagine a timeline where instead of safely descending them down the chute to sublevel 50, Darkwing just throws D-16 and Orion down.
For Orion, it's okay. He's used to jumping off buildings, he knows how to fall. But it's dark, and desperate, so all he does is spread his frame out and scramble to grab anything and everything that can slow his descent, and it works.
He and D-16 land with a sickening crunch, and he's injured, and winded, but he's laughing. "D! We made it!" he giggles, looking over at D-16's still form. "Oh, Primus! You okay?" Silence. "D?" No movement. He starts crawling over towards his still frame, watching it fade into a sickly monotone gray. "No, no, no no no D talk to me! D! D! D don't do this, please wake up, please don't do this..."
B-127 meets a mourning mech in shock that his best friend was just murdered.
Days pass where Orion just sits with D-16's sparkless frame, hollow-eyed. B-127 tries to help him feel better by sitting D-16 at the table with Steve and AAtron. That's when the emergency transmission is found. A way to find the Matrix. Orion latches onto it because maybe, just maybe, the Matrix can bring D-16 back.
They go up to the surface with Elita-1, who willingly follows them because Sentinel's begun working the miners to death. They learn the truth. B and Elita are in shock, but Orion? Something dark and ugly grows inside Orion. Sentinel was D's hero, second only to Megatronus Prime. And he killed him. But what's worse? He's the reason the Matrix was destroyed. The only way to get D-16 back. Sentinel may as well have killed him all over again.
Orion's optics slowly tinge purple.
By the time he rips Sentinel Prime in half in the middle of Iacon, his optics are red, his colors faded and matte. And when he takes Megatronus Prime's T-cog for himself, his colors turn black and purple. A mask grows to cover his face, leaving only hateful optics burning like hot coals. The Matrix does not appear. And D-16 is still dead.
But Optronix Prime rises.
Til All Are Gone.
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êŁà§ Head cannons of Poly Bakugo and Izuku who catch feelings for the sweet new side kick at there agency
Poly!BKDK who realizes when theyâre already pro heroâs together that they want a third in their relationship when they meet you. Both of the men have gotten taller, stronger and bigger since they graduated UA and started their own agency.
Poly!BKDK who canât help but notice the new younger sidekick who had joined there agency.
Poly!BKDK Bakugo canât help but smirk every time he notices Izuku staring at you as you train. He canât help himself when he sees you training so he always âhelpsâ you. By helping he just yells at you and finds every excuse to hold you and spar so he has a reason to touch you.
Poly!BKDK Izuku who realizes you the one for them when youâre able to make snarky comments at Bakugo without getting fired or hurt. Who smiles to himself when he realizes Bakugo has taken a liking to you.
Poly!BKDK who subtly starts finding more reasons to be around you. Deku who sometimes makes you work longer so he has a reason to take you out to eat since you missed lunch. Bakugo who drives you home at night because itâs âdangerous for sweet girls like you to be out so lateâ and who walk you to your apartment so he can get a sneak peak inside your home.
Poly!BKDK who constantly tryâs to stay around you at work and keep you safe. By keeping you safe they try to make sure at-least one of them goes out with you when youâre doing any sort of hero work.
Poly!BKDK Bakugo who flirts with you constantly and calls you âhis best girlâ during training.
You kick Katsuki in the stomach and grab his arm trying your hardest to twist the muscle behind him. He smirks and flips you over onto the floor straddling your waist âNice try kid you almost got meâ he states still holding you down. You canât control the blush that heats up your face at the pro heroâs words and position he has you in.
âT-thanks Dynamiteâ You mumble looking anywhere but at his face.
Izuku walks through the door stopping at the scene before him. He smiles to himself seeing how flustered you seem to be and how cocky his boyfriend looks on top of your body.
Poly!BKDK who one day after work decided to just ask you out.
After changing out of your hero suit you get your stuff together about to leave the room before Bakugo walks in âReady to go?â he ask walking up to your grabbing your bag from your hands and leading you outside after hearing you say yes.
He opens the back door for you and you get in a bit confused on why he demoted you to the back until Izuku turns around in his seat âHey how your day sweetheart?â he asks his big green eyes looking you up and down.
âIt was good nothing really happened today it was one of those quiet days ya knowâ You express leaning back in the seat as Bakugo starts driving. You and Izuku talk for the whole drive just gushing about other heroâs you two admire while Bakugo listening a smile adorning his features.
Once the car stops you grab your stuff thanking the two boys for the ride but before you can open the door for yourself Izuku has already opened it. You look up noticing both heroâs staring down at you âH-hi?â you ask confused as you notice the Izuku hands start fiddling with one another.
âGo out to dinner with us Fridayâ Bakugo demands only making you more confused.
Izuku groans slapping the blondes shoulder âYou canât ask her out like that Kacchanâ he expresses. The two boys start arguing with one another on how to ask out a woman as you stand there confused.
You grab both their arms making them look at you âYou two? Want to go out with me?â you ask the two of them before letting go of their arms stepping back.
Poly!BKDK who takes you on the best date of your life, treating you to the best dinner you could imagine. They bring you flowers and then take you out to walk through a park looking at the nature and the stars.
Poly!BKDK who admits theyâve liked you since you first got hired at the agency. Who have been together for years and only until you showed up realized they were missing something or someone.
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UR FICS ARE AMAZING!!!!! Could I request thunderbolts x platonic teen reader, where the reader wakes up in the middle of the night and knocks on each thunderboltsâs door to sleep in their room/cuddle with them :-3
This is so cute I love this. I think they'd all be very welcoming since they know what it's like to struggle with sleep.
Anyways, hope yall enjoy!!
Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader
⊠Thunderbolts Reacting to you knocking on their doors at 1am Headcanons âŠ
â àŁȘ ËàŒș âĄ àŒ»Ë àŁȘ ââ àŁȘ ËàŒș âĄ àŒ»Ë àŁȘ ââ àŁȘ ËàŒș âĄ àŒ»Ë àŁȘ â
You got up.
Barefoot, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, you padded quietly through the halls, heart beating a little faster with every step. You paused in front of the door and hesitated.
⊠Ava Starr
You knocked on Avaâs door once, and she answered it so fast you thought she hadnât been asleep at all.
Her face softened immediately when she saw you.
"Couldnât sleep?"
You shook your head.
Ava didnât say much. She wasnât a big talker, but she gestured to the bed and sat down, her back against the headboard.
You sat beside her, close but not touching, and let the silence settle between you.
She handed you one of her extra pillows and, in a rare gesture, rested her shoulder lightly against yours.
It was quiet comfort, the kind you didnât know you needed.
⊠Bucky Barnes
You hovered outside Buckyâs door for a long time.
You didnât want to bother him. You knew he wasnât the best sleeper either.
But eventually, you knocked.
Bucky opened the door, squinting, his metal arm catching the moonlight.
"Hey⊠whatâs up?"
You looked at your feet, fidgeting with your sleeve. "I, uh, I canât really⊠I justâŠ"
He didnât make you finish.
"Yeah. Come in."
You perched on the edge of his bed, unsure, but Bucky grabbed an extra blanket and handed it to you.
He didnât crawl into bed himselfâhe just sat in the chair nearby, resting his chin in his hand, like heâd stay up to keep watch until you fell asleep.
And thatâs exactly what he did.
⊠Alexei Shostakov
You expected Alexei to snore right through your knock, but the man had surprisingly light sleep.
"Whoâs there? Is the base under attack?"
You poked your head in. "No, sorry, itâs just⊠me. Couldnât sleep."
His whole face softened instantly. "Come, little one. I have much room."
You hesitated at the door, but he patted the mattress enthusiastically.
"Donât be shy! It is safest here. Russian heroâs bed, no bad dreams can pass through."
You couldnât help but smile.
When you climbed in, Alexei immediately pulled you into a side hug, squeezing you just enough to make you wheeze.
"You are strong. But even strong people need good rest, da?"
You buried your face in the pillow to hide your stupid grin. "Yeah⊠thanks, Alexei."
He was already half-asleep again, muttering something about his brave little soldier.5
⊠John Walker
You hesitated for maybe a full minute, chewing the inside of your cheek before you knocked, soft as you could.
It only took a few seconds before his voice came, rough with sleep. âYeah?â
You pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. âHey. Sorry, IâuhâI canât sleep.â
He sat up immediately, switching on the lamp. His hair was a mess, and he rubbed his face with one hand, already awake enough to know.
âYou want to stay in here?â
You gave a small, embarrassed nod.
John just lifted the blanket. âCâmere, kid.â
You didnât even hesitate. You climbed into the bed, curling up with your back to him. He didnât crowd you. Just stayed there, close enough to feel solid and safe, letting the silence settle.
âBad night?â he asked after a while, his voice quiet in the dark.
âYeah.â
âWanna talk?â
âNo.â
âOkay.â
That was it. No pressure. No lectures.
Just quiet breathing and the steady rhythm of him being there.
⊠Bob Reynolds
When he opened it, half-asleep with a t-shirt and boxers, his brows furrowed the second he saw your face.
Without you even asking, he stepped aside.
âYeah, okay. Câmon.â
You climbed into his bed, this time finding his arms already open.
Bob was a hugger, even when you pretended to hate it.
He wrapped you up tight, one of those huge bear hugs that felt like it could hold you together when you couldnât do it yourself.
He rested his chin on top of your head.
âYouâre safe. Go to sleep, kid.â
You mumbled into his chest. âThanks, Bob.â
He just squeezed you a little tighter.
⊠Yelena Belova
Yelenaâs door was a gamble. You were sure sheâd tease you.
But when you showed up, hoodie sleeves tugged down, looking away as you awkwardly asked, âCan Iâuh, can I crash in here?â
âŠshe didnât laugh.
She actually softened, surprisingly gentle as she waved you in.
âYeah. Yeah, sure. Get over here.â
She made a big deal of pretending to âgrumbleâ about it, but her arm looped over you anyway.
You fell asleep to the sound of her muttering sarcastic comments about âinviting pests into her bed,â but she never once told you to leave.
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okay okay so reader who had a crush on batman before knowing that it was bruce this whole time. bruce letâs letâs her live out her fantasies by fucking her with the batsuit still on đââïžđââïž
YUM. Your wish is my command.
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Bruce Wayne x reader smut
MINORS DNI 18+
He's late. Again.
You sigh and grab your smoothie from the bedside table to take a sip, your thumb automatically swiping through different news channels, checking to see if there were any reports on your husband's nighttime activities. Even though Bruce would give you a brief summary of what happened that night ( if you had pestered him for long enough ), sometimes he conveniently forgot important details, like how he was almost crushed by a bulldozer, which resulted in several broken ribs. Some news channels followed heroes around to report on their activities, but most of the time they would only catch a snippet of a silhouette, a cape billowing in the wind, but nothing more.
One news channel had gotten lucky and were now capturing Batman locked in a duel with Killer Croc. As Croc landed a hit on his side, you winced. That was going to be a nasty injury for the rest of the week. Bats was going to be even grumpier if he knew that that was caught on camera.
Well, you don't have a lot of sympathy for him right now, seeing as he was home late. More often than not, nowadays, as he was trying to patrol more with Nightwing to mend their precarious relationship.
As the channel switched from the live coverage to an ad for retirement cruises, you sigh and switch the TV off, setting your smoothie down with a grimace. Bruce was borderline obsessive when it came to your health and safety, and was insisting you drink this lime-kale-spinach smoothie for added protein and vitamins. It tasted vile.
Knowing that Bruce would be home soon, you change into your nightgown, a beautiful silky babydoll chiffon lace set. This tactic was irresistible to any man, and despite Bruce being a lot better and stronger than the most, he was still a man. Most of the time he didn't mind you sleeping in old t-shirts and pyjama pants, but you weren't really planning on doing a lot of sleeping tonight.
Sure enough, 40 minutes later, you feel the vibrations of the Batmobile through the floor of your bedroom. You pad down to the Batcave as quickly as you can, hoping to steal him away before he becomes engrossed in another open case. When you get down there, he's still talking to Tim and Damian. Apparently, Tim had also received a nasty blow to the head, but apart from the grumbling and complaining, he seemed to be alright. You stood by the doorway, not wanting to intrude until the boys had left. However, you're certain that all three of them already know that you're here, Batsenses and all.
You wait until the boys have left, Damian throwing a snide joke about Bruce having erectile dysfunction, and then pad over to the batcomputer where Bruce is typing up the mission report. The cave is permanently chilly, and you are... scantily clad. Bruce doesn't look over until you reach the back of his chair, placing a hand on his back. You can feel that his muscles are tense. He looks over at you, and his eyes do a slow once over, before landing on your face and smiling. Your stomach jumps at that smile, as he rarely smiles that easily and even less as Batman. You find yourself smiling back at him before you remember to pout and cross your arms. It's not just to show your anger--- you have goosebumps all over your arms. You definitely should've worn something warmer, more practical, but the hungry look in his eyes makes it worth it.
You pout even harder, making sure to push up your bosom with your arms, hoping to subtly encourage him to take what he wants. His eyes do slide down a little, almost appreciatively, but only land for a second before going back up to your face. You frown. Sometimes you hated how much of a gentleman he was.
"I'm assuming you saw the news?" He says, barely able to keep his attention off of the Batcomputer. You roll your eyes. "Yeah, I saw how you got your ass handed to you, Mr Late-home-every-night." You do feel a little bad for the jab, seeing the bandages wrapped around his ribs. He winces a little. "...That was a calculated hit."
You do pity him, so you wind your arms around his neck and sit your soft ass on his still armour-clad lap, watching his gaze darken slightly. You plant a kiss on his cheek, and his hand drifts up at admire the lace edging of your nightgown. You smirk. "Like what you see?" He raises an eyebrow. "Of course I do. This is the custom Chanel piece I had specially commissioned." He pauses. "It looks better on you than it could on anyone else." You pout. "Then why don't you get changed too?" He leans closer to you, his hand trailing down to rest a single finger on your bosom, making you shiver. "I have a better idea."
His idea was great. He fucked you from behind, facing the Batcomputer and your back leaning on the symbol on his Batsuit, your vision blurring so much you could barely see the illuminated computer screen. The desk started shaking with each thrust, items falling off, but neither of you could care less. Even in his birthday suit, he felt immovable and thick and strong, but while wearing the suit? It felt like leaning on a brick wall. You tried to grab onto his biceps for support, but he only pushed you down even harder, his hand gentle on your head, his pace punishing against your hips. Your ass was already red and smarting from the impact of the thrusts, the armoured plating bruising your soft ass.
"Bat-batman," You mewled, biting your lip as his thumb traced the rim of your ass, your chest getting squashed by the desk. If you could see him from behind, you would see how the sweat on his hairline was running down into the neck of the suit, how he fucked you harder when he thought about how much bigger and stronger he was than you in the Batsuit. You were powerless compared to him, he could flip and bend you into any position he liked if he wanted to. The mess of your cum was splattered over the pelvis of his suit, the sticky cream smeared over the Kevlar, getting tangled in his happy trail.
He ran a finger down his armoured pelvis, gathering your sticky cum onto his finger, and ran it down your puffy oozing slit, his pace unfaltering as he did so. He didn't even need to, seeing as you were leaking and trickling out enough cream to fill a jug.
Every person who had ever simped for Batman agreed that he would fuck nasty, hot and rough, and before you knew who he was, you thought so too. He seemed to be a world different from your caring, calm, passionate husband Bruce, but once you found out that they were one and the same-- well, you had to test your hypothesis. Later, when Bruce did his routine monthly checks on different social media platforms to ensure there wasn't too much media speculation, he finds an anonymous post.
Anon: "Bats fucks like he's got rent due. Literally relentless, and idk if he feels the same, but having that thick suit on makes it ten times hotter. The suit totally stays on during sex."
Bruce's finger hovers over his override delete button, but then he decides to keep it. The truth never hurt anyone.
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