#dr. phosphorus fanfic

[violetflowers55]

Just finished your fanfic on Ao3. And now I’m lost with what to do with myself 😭 Could I please get a Dr Phosphorus with a reader thats super affectionate, just really wants to be near him. Like they’re always trying to find way around his radioactivity, wearing gloves so they can hold his hand etc.

i really loved this idea!!! sorry it took me so long i’ve been sick for like a week 😭 but i didn’t forget! i wanted to keep it short and fluffy <3 also made reader gender neutral. hopefully you enjoy!!

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“Hey! You can’t be back here!”

The intimates who worked in the kitchen all stared at you, angered you’d disturbed them. You slightly tilted your head, looking up at the head chef through your lashes.

“I’m sorry, I know, I just really need to borrow those,” you cooed, pointing to a pair of oven mitts, “please?”

The hulking monster grumbled, but handed them over to you. You giggled to yourself. Waller might’ve been able to inhibit some of your powers, but she couldn’t inhibit good old fashion charm.

Later that day, you snuck into the medical wing. You waited until the techs left the radiology room, then darted inside to grab one of their protective aprons. It was a lot heavier and bulkier than you expected, making it difficult for you to hid it in your shirt. The sound of footsteps carried down the hall and in a panic, you arranged it to look like a pregnant belly. One of the techs returned and stood in the doorway, staring at you with a blank face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I think I got lost on my way to delivery?”

Still staring, he held out his hand and pointed down the hall. You thanked him and shuffled out, holding your “belly” to really sell it. Charm worked again.

Finally, night came. The lights shut off with a clang, and the guards left for the time being. Inconspicuously, you walked around your room, acting like you were stretching, until you landed underneath the camera in your room. You rubbed your hands together, forming an electric shock you then targeted at the camera. Then, you did the same for your inhibitor collar. It was such a minor power most people didn’t know you had it, which is why your collar didn’t stop it. Once you were free of your collar, you grabbed all your supplies and phase shifted through the walls, searching for one specific cell.

He jumped when he finally noticed you in his cell. His green glow illuminated your figure in the darkness. You put a finger to your lips before reaching up and zapping the camera in his room.

“What the hell are you doing here? How the hell are you here?” he asked. You smiled and sidled over him.

“I figured out how to touch you,” you said in a coy voice, trying to smoothly adorn your oven mitts and protective apron. He barked a laugh at your ridiculous getup, but opened the blankets up to you.

“You sure that’ll work?”

“No,” you replied, sliding into his bed, “but I don’t care.”

You wrapped yourself around him, making yourself comfortable on his chest. Even through the gloves and apron, you could feel the heat radiating off him. It warmed you to your core.

“Aren’t you determined,” he chuckled, amused by your antics.

“Mm, very,” you murmured.

You could faintly feel his heartbeat underneath your head. His arms held you close to him, carefully avoiding your bare skin. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved feeling you in his arms, almost as much as he loved how much effort you put in to make it possible. You wiggled even closer; it felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. You had been deprived of touch for so long and all you wanted was more.

Eventually, you found a position that felt sufficiently close enough to him. He held you close to his chest, also desperate for your touch. The two of you breathed in tandem, drifting off into blissful sleep.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can we get a doctor phosphorus X reader where the reader has power similar to Deadpool. Example of unable to die and sometimes has ability to pull things out of thin air for comedic effect

You were a curious case to most, from your inability to die, to your unique ability to seemingly pull things that people needed out of thin air as though by pure coincidence. When asked about how you did what you did, you merely shrugged your shoulders - you sipped a drink you plucked out of thin air through a silly straw- and replied with something that only left the rest of the monsters even more confused;

‘Plot convenience and comedic effect for the audience reading this fanfic that author took far too long to actually get to writing.’

Many left you alone after that, deducing you a tad mentally unstable, all but Dr Phosphorus who also thrived off of the chaos and unpredictable nature that you brought to every situation you found yourself in. He found comradery in you and your ability to piss of basically everyone by getting under their skin, even him at times but he knows when to laugh with you as while everything that came from your mouth might sound insulting, that’s just how you came across and it only takes someone with a likemindedness to understand when you were being genuine or not.

Dr Phosphorus remembered the first time you interacted with one another when you scared him by accident, making him grab your shoulder with his exposed radiated hand, thinking you’ll die a violent death but imagine his surprise when you only shrug his hand off to reveal a healing shoulder where his hand once was. ‘Is it hot in here or is it just you? Oh who am I kidding it is you because of your…yeah.’ You said as you gestured to all of him and while he couldn’t smile since he was a literal skeleton, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your words now that the initial scare was over.

‘Oh you’re the wise ass who thought it’d be funny to scare the irradiated Skelton?’ Dr phosphorus says as he crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he took you in and the burnt cloth at your shoulder from his touch, your skin however -now fully healed at this point- looked untouched as though he wasn’t close enough to even hurt you. ‘Who are you newbie, I would think that I would remember a person like you.’ He adds with an almost flirtatious purr.

You smiled as you offered out your hand. ‘Of course you wouldn’t as I was hauled off here just this morning, but for the sake of keeping this fanfic a reasonable length as to prevent the possibility of stretching the readers attention span too thin, I killed a bunch of bad guys and lost a couple of limbs in the process.’ You said as though it wasn’t as big of a deal as it would be to others, ‘people were screaming, I was screaming. and here I am being called a freak, monster and whatever even by people who should probably look in the mirror before saying shit. It’s like the pot calling the kettle black.’ You finished.

Dr phosphorus looked at you then back down at your hand before looking back at you once more, amused. ‘I’d take your hand sweetheart, but I don’t want to hurt you…again.’

‘Oh then take these gloves.’ You said.

‘What gloves-‘

‘These silly!’ You exclaimed as you shoved a pair of irradiation proof gloves against dr phosphorus’s chest.

‘How did you-‘ dr phosphorus tried to ask, only to then decide that logic wasn’t all that important to you when you seemingly worked outside of logic as a person, logic and sound decisions didn’t exist within you, and it shows in the most subtlest ways that one wouldn’t notice unless they were paying attention as to how you seemingly controlled an unforeseen narrative to your very will.

‘How did I what?’ You asked.

‘Pull shit out of thin air.’ Dr phosphorus replied as he slides the gloves over his hands.

‘Plot convenience and comedic effect for the them.’ You then pointed towards a part of the room, almost as though gesturing to an audience , only for there to be no one there at all but cold walls. You two were the only ones in the room and dr phosphorus thought he was the only mentally unstable one in this facility. ‘Who are we looking at sweets?’ Dr phosphorus says as he tried to see what you were seeing, but all he could see was the cold walls that he was far too familiar with then the outside of the very structure he was trapped within, which sounded sad but to his knowledge no sane mind would blink twice at the mistreatment of a monster.

‘The audience reading this very fan fic.’ You informed him with a smile before seeing that he had put on the gloves and boldly grabbed his hand, making the skeleton jolt as he then relaxed when remembering he did put on the gloves. ‘But never mind them, it’s good to meet you dr phosphorus.’ You add as though knowing his name without him telling you was all apart of your character and dr phosphorus had to say that he was liking you more and more you spoke.

‘I don’t think I disclosed that to you sweetheart, but it’s good to meet you too.’ He chuckled and in that moment he knew that your relationship was going to be unlike any other. And he was right.

There would be times where all of you were gathered in the cafeteria, where one of the monsters nudged past you rather rudely while sneering at you. You were use to this as technically while you had abilities that went beyond human comprehension, you were still the closest thing to being a human in comparison to those who had physical appearance that screamed monster.

‘Watch where you’re going human.’ They’d spit at you venomously.

You only smiled back at them while Dr Phosphorus looked between the two of you from the sidelines along with everyone else. ‘Someone who’s going to get bitchslapped by a fish says what.’

The bat like creature scrunched up their face. ‘What-‘ before they could finish their sentence, they were then smacked across the face with a fish rather violently as they were sent to the floor. They hold a hand to their cheek, clearly unaware of what had just happened along with the rest of the room, before looking at your hand that was once empty now was grasping the tail a dead fish the length of your arm; which explained the disgusting smell that soon hit their senses a second after they realised that they were hit in the face with a dead fish.

‘Where did you get that thing?!’ They’d spit exclaimed but you shrugged.

‘That’s on a need to know basis.’ You replied as you shoved the fish into the hands of a gargoyle like being as you took your place next to dr phosphorus, who had been trying to hold back his laughter but couldn’t when you were close enough if g for him to ask. ‘A fish? That’s what you come up with when insulated?!’ He wheezed. You shrugged ‘thought you would like the image of someone getting slapped with a fish and so I went with it.’ You explained as though it was something that happened on a daily basis for you.

‘Well it was definitely a sight to behold for not just me sweetheart.’ Dr phosphorus tells you as you both carried on with your day, all the while everyone else could only watch as the irradiated skeleton and you continue your conversation before being joined by weasel who had the fish firmly liked in his jaw.

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

Bad Chemistry

Summary: A new inmate has arrived and joins Task Force M on their mission; everythung about this new member confuses, yet intruiges Dr Phosphorus and is determined to find out why

A/N: Idk if I want to make this an X Reader or a Canon X OC so I'm leaving it up to interpretation for now :)

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Flag watched as his new "team" hit the floor from an electric shock, directly admitted from a device Waller held. "Meet Task Force M; 'M' for Monster. Also known as the Creature Commandos. " Waller said as she tossed Flag the device. She walked out of the room with him trailing behind. "There is one more member who will be arriving shortly."

"Arriving? Why aren't they in Belle Reve with the others?" He asked as he pocketed the device.

"Let's just say The Batman and I had a long chat before I had to agreed to keep her in Arkham." Waller and Flag stopped in front of a glass wall; behind the wall was a pair of doors that slid open. An unconscious woman on a dolly was pushed into the room. Flag watched as a doctor with surgical gloves came out from behind her with a large needle in hand. He peeled back her eye light and injected its contents into her eye. Flag cringed as the woman - now conscious - screamed in pain.

Waller spoke over the cries. "Meet Android 10; or as the Joker called her, The Ten of Spades."

"Wait, The Joker?"

Waller nodded. "Joker wanted a group of Androids who would do his dirty work. 20 Androids were created, only 5 made the cut for his "Royal Flush Gang". Each one was built with a different set of abilities. Ten was given super strength, intelligence, and aviation."

"A real triple threat, huh?"

"Indeed." Replied Waller. "It's taken me years to convince Batman to take her to Belle Reve, so use her wisely Flag."

The two watched in silence as Ten regained her composure. As she stood up, her piercing red eyes glared into Flag's. Her eye was red and tear-filled from the shot, and there was nothing but hate and anger behind them.

"Good afternoon, Ten. My name is Amanda Waller. Welcome to Belle Reve."

Ten charged at the glass, slamming her fist against it. "I demand to speak with Batman. I demand to know why I'm here."

"That's a lot of demanding for someone trapped in a cage. Unfortunately for you, he's not here. And you won't get to speak to him again unless you comply." Ten's teeth grinded as she kept her glare on Waller; when she realized the woman wouldn't back down, she sighed.

"What do you want from me?"

"That is on a need to know basis. And all you need to know for now is that you'll be taking orders from General Rick Flag Sr." Waller said, gesturing to the man beside her.

Ten crossed her arms as she examined Flag. Her face read that she was unimpressed when she scoffed. "Emphasis on the 'senior' bit." She mumbled.

Flag let out a sharp chuckle. "Real spit fire, isn't she?"

"Ten, for this mission, I will need you to play nice with your new teammates. We don't want a repeat of the last time." Flag watched as Ten's cocky, confident demeanor shift for a split second. Her eyes flickered down before meeting Waller's once more.

"So, when do I meet me new team?"

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When the rest of the team emerged from their cells and out to the landing pad, a few of them were puzzled by the woman standing beside Waller and Flag.

Waller greeted the group as they stood in frontof her. "Task Force M, I'd like for you all to meet your new teammate, Android 10."

Ten took notice of their unimpressed looks, but in her opinion, they weren't anything special either.

"Do we really need another member?" The Bride complained. "There's already enough brainless fools on this team.

"I can assure you Bride, this one is anything but brainless." Waller spoke as she walked away from the team. "General Flag will give you the run down before you enter Pokolistan."

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Phosphorus didn't know what to think of the new girl.

Taking subtle glances at the robotic woman beside him (one of the few times he was thankful for not having actual eyeballs), he tried to get a read on her. She kept to herself; avoiding the banter the rest of the team shared and ignored any and all questions or comments directed at her. He tried taking glances at her exposed skin, trying to find the creases in her joints or the screws that would keep her together, but he found nothing.

Phosphorus had let himself get too wrapped up in his thoughts; his head turning half of an inch too much, caused Ten to take notice. She turned her head, making deep eye contact with the skeleton beside her.

"Got something to say, Skelator?" Her voice rumbled in his ears. He was taken back by her sudden question, but like always he doesn't stay shocked for long.

"I was just thinking." He said, keeping her in suspense.

"About?"

He paused for a moment, deciding if he really wanted to known. "What's so special about you that they kept you out of Belle Reve?"

Ten looked away, bringing her attention back to her boots. "That's none of your concern." She said quietly.

"I think it is." He said, leaning back. "We are a team after all; how am I supposed to trust you if I don't know you?"

"The only thing you need to know, is that I won't kill you simply because there's a shock chip in my brain that I'd rather not trigger."

Before Phosphorus could continue to pry, Flag addressed the group.

"Now look team, I know you all aren't exactly enthusiastic about this mission," he started. The Bride and Ten rolled their eyes in unison." But-"

"General I think you've read us wrong." Phosphorus cut in. "We're delighted to be here and delighted to serve our country."

"Are you smiling?" The bride asked quizzically. Phosphorus hummed with acknowledgment. "Sarcastically?" "Yeah." He said with a shrug. Ten scoffed at his childish behavior, but Phosphorus took it as a chuckle, which boosted his ego a tad.

Ten blocked out the rest of the conversations, just wanting this mission to end already so she can get back to her lovely cell back in Arkham. A place that would drive most people insane, acrually brought her a sense of peace. The isolation from people was just what sher needed, especially since her life has been nothing but chaos sinc ethe day she woke up. But her cell wasn't the only thing about Arkham she missed...

The shake of the plane landing ripped Ten from her thoughts. The team was lined up, waiting for the ramp to lower. When ut did, it revealed rows and rows of silver-clad soldiers with their general in front.The general lead them all to the military vans that would take them to the castle. Ten regeted mentally complaining about sitting close to Phosphorus and The Bride; the van was 10x smaller and more compact than the plane had been, with everyone pressed against each other in some way. The close contact with Phosphorus only got worse when Weasel began to piss on the seats.

"Is he pissing?! Oh my God he's pissing!" Phosphorus cried as he tried to scoot as far away from Weasel as possible.

"Ugh! Get off of me, Glow Stick!" Ten grumbled as she tried to push Phosphorus off of her. She could feel The Bride tense behind her as he pressed the three of them together more as he cried. "Oh dear God, it's on my leg! Did no one think to take him out for a walk after a long trip?" He asked the group, his head facing twords Bride. "You better not be looking at me." She gritted.

Phosperpus turned his "gaze" to Ten. His sarcastic words died on his tongue when he realized how close their faces were. 'Were her eyes always that color?' 'Her hair has a nice shine to it, is it real?' 'Is that lotion I smell? Do they just give out scented lotion in Arkham?' While his mind was whirling with questions, Ten grew irritated by his emotionless stare.

"What? You think it's my job to care for that thing?" She spat, snapping him out of his daze. "I'm not a dog trainer."

Before he could think of a witty comeback that would save him from this situation, the van stopped. Phosphorus straightened himself as they filed out one by one. 'What the hell was that?'

Upon entering, the first thing everyone noticed was the... "incestuous-looking" royal family portraits. Phosphorus snickered at each one, Ten couldn't help herself but smirk in disbelief.

"You can really tell they're a close family." Phosphorus joked to no one in particular; but Ten was the only one who heard it, trying hard to suppress a chuckle. Her quiet sounds drew him in. Her began to observe her as by they waited for the Princess to arrive.

This android - this "woman" was a total mystery to him, an enigma of sorts. Belle Reve held the worst criminals in the world, being held there for Waller's twisted Task Forces; team that are expendable, where no one would care if you lived or died. No one outside of Belle Reve was ever added to a Task Force (at least to his knowledge); so why was she here? What can she do? What are her strengths? Her weaknesses? Her limits? Can she feel emotions like a human? Being the man of science he was, Phosphorus was determined to find the answers to his questions.

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Ten watched in disgust as the people around her tore apart their meals like cavemen. She didn't know about the conditions in Belle Reve, but she had too much dignity to engage in the "monster" idea that people held for her. Next to her, Phosphorus was devouring the steak in his hands.

Ten rolled her eyes as she picked at her meal. The final straw was when a piece had ripped off and flew at her, hitting her cheek. She was disgusted. "You know they gave you a fork, right?"

Phosphorus stopped his movements to look at her. Gulping down the food in his mouth he chuckled. "Sorry princess, am I too messy for you?"

Ten groaned in disgust.

"Don't try and sit there like you don't want to tear that chicken of yours to the bone." He said, gesturing to her untouched meal. "I've spent a short time in Arkham, highly doubt they've improved their meal plan. Go on, enjoy yourself! Who gives a shit anymore?"

She scoffed. "Just because I've lived off of prison food doesn't mean I need to act like some barbaric monster."

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but we're all monsters here, even you. You can try and hide behind that synthetic skin and fake hair, but your not human. Your just as much of a monster as me."

A fork was slammed into his plate, splitting the steak and cracking the glass plate beneath. The room went silent at the shake of the table, their attention drawing to the end of the table. Ten leaned in close, his green heat reflecting off of her skin.

"I'm nothing like you. You are nothing more than a murderer and a freak who knows nothing more than bloodlust. Don't ever act like you know shit about me because I can assure you, you will never know anything about me."

She shoved herself off of the table and stormed out of the silent room. Flag cleared his throat, trying to break the alward silence. "Uh, sorry about that, Ilana."

"Will she be okay? I can send someone-"

Flag raused his hand, polierly silencing the princess. "She'll be fine. I think she just needs space from a certain someone." Flag turned to glare at Phosphorus, who wasn't paying attention at all.

His gaze was still on the door Ten had exited from when The Bride began to speak. "The hell did you say?"

"Nothin'. She's just being dramatic." He said with a shrug. Turning back to his food, he couldn't help but be even more curious than before.

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That night, Phosphorus slowly snuck out from behind the door of his room. When the door silently shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped with fear; turning around, he slammed his enflammed fist into the face of the person behind him. It took him a second to realize his fist had been caught; behind him stood Ten, casually holding his fist with her bare hands. He jumped back, concerned that the hall wpuld now smell like melting flesh.

"What the hell!? I could've killed you!" He quietly exclaimed.

Ten scoffed as she dropped his fist and crossed her arms. "Yeah, okay." She replied sarcastically.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his "nose". "Look, I don't have time for this. So whatever you have to say just say it so I can go."

"Go where? We're not supposed to leave the grounds. Hell, we're not even supposed to leave our rooms without permission."

"I'm not leaving the grounds I'm-" He stopped himself from sharing too much of his plan. "Just get on with your business!"

Ten sighed, her gaze going from him to her feet. "Sorry about my freak out. Shits been tough since leaving Arkham, it's just stress."

Phosphorus didn't know what to say. Apologizing wasn't a thing he's been accustomed to, with himself or from other people. He just... stood there. Giving her a dumbfounded look. "Are you serious?"

Ten raised her brown. "Excuse me?"

"You don't apologize!" He said, his arms flinging outward. "We are literally war criminals, who the fuck apologizes for possibly hurting someone's feelings?!"

"Look man I could give two shits about your feelings!" Her voice began to rise. "I was just trying to be a mature adult and try to make up with my teamate-"

"Temporary teamate." He corrected.

Ten scoffed. "Ugh! You are so immature!"

As Ten and Phosphorus argued, their voices began to get louder until they weren't even whispering anymore. Phosphorus stopped mid sentence when he saw a light around the corner.

"Shit!" He grabbed Ten's wrist and tugged her into his room and threw her against the wall.

"What the hell are yo-" He slammed his hand over her mouth, though it was a little harder to do since she was taller than him by a good few inches. When she tried to fight him off, Phosphorus pointed at the light shining against the door. That shut her up quickly. The two of them stayed frozen against each other, trying to keep their breathing down as they waited for the light to pass. After a few moments, the two sighed with relief as the guard left. They leaned against the wall, regaining their composure. Ten chewed the inside of her lip as she turned to Phosphorus.

"Let me help you with... well, whatever it is you're planning on doing." She offered.

He raised as non-existent eyebrow. "You wanna help? Why?"

She shrugged. "Can't sleep. I'm bored. And I guess if you won't accept a verbal apology, maybe my actions can speak louder."

Phosphorus chuckled in disbelief as he stood straight. "Alright. Deal."

Phosphorus and Ten crossed the hall to the room Flag resided in. Picking the lock to his room, Phosperpus quietly cracked it open.

"Keep watch out here, make sure no one comes by." Ten nodded as she readied herself.

Phosperus snuck into the room and softly knelt in front of Flag's dresser. He carefully moved things around, searching for the device that activated their chips. When he found it, he had a silent victory before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he was face-to-crotch with Flag.

"Uh.... hey-" Flag slammed his foot against Phosperpus, sending him back into the wall. Ten heard the thud and went running for the room. When she slammed open the door, she watched as Flag chased after Phosperpus in a room lit with flames.

"What the hell Doc?!" She yelled over the flames.

Flag stopped when he heard her voice. "Ten?! The fuc-" Flag stopped when he was forced to dodge Phosphorus' flaming fist charging at him. He threw Phosperpus to the wall and attempted to punch his face, but was quickly met his the intense flames of the doctor's skull.

"Hey Arkham?! You were supposed to keep watch!" Phosphorus yelled as he dodged several of Flag's swings.

"You told me to keep watch outside, asshoel!" Ten yelled even louder as she danced around the flames. Fly out if Flag's hand, the device caught Ten's eye, but when she went to grab it Phosphorus slammed his fist down to the ground. Flames surrounded the three if them. With one step, Phosphorus froze as he heard a creak beneath them.

Ten groaned with annoyance. "You idiot- AAAHH" The floor caved in and by they went tumbling down. The three of them landed in the kitchen below them. Without any thought, the two men went right back to fighting, the device bouncing back and forth between the two of them. Exhausted from the impact, Ten simply sighed before she made her way to the stove where a bottle of wine stood. She leaned against the wall, drinking it as she watched the men fight.

Flag eventually gained the upper hand, kicking Phosperpus across the floor so he could grab the device. His thumb hovered the red button as Phosperpus tried to attack him once more. Ten's attention was redirected, remembered that she too will be shocked.

"Phosperpus, you idiot!" Flag exclaimed. "You think Waller would give me the only remote? You'd be hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean for days if you escaped. Or, if i told her about all this! I'm not here to torture you- any of you." He said, looking at Ten. "We're supposed to be on the same damn team." Phosphorus looked down in shame. It was stupid to even try but he had to. The feeling of being set free just to be tied down again was taunting him, making him go insane.

Ten sighed, tossing the bottle aside she made her way over to the men. Grabbing Phosperpus by the shoulders and hauling him up, she stopped for a moment and made eye contact with Flag; the two had a silent understanding before she helped Phosperpus limp to the nearest bathroom.

At one point he came to his senses and shoved himself off of her, limping the rest of the way to the bathroom. He set himself down on the toilet seat and held his head in his hands. Cautiously, Ten kneeled infront of him and began to run a scan.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

"Scanning for any other injuries. I'm going to have fix your-" Ten watched as Phosphorus grabbed the back of his leg and cracked it back into place. She stared at it, a wave of confusion, concern, and pure disgusting rushed over her features all at once.

"Oh.... didn't know you could do... that..."

Phosphorus chuckled at her choked up reaction. "No injuries, babes. Just a bruised ego..."

Ten shrugged. "You gave it a shot. It's not entirely your fault, Waller is just freaky when it comes to being prepared. Guess she was right about doing it though..."

"Yeah..." He trailed off, losing himself in his thoughts.

The two sat in the bathroom in complete silence. Ten leaned her back against thw wall as she picked at the grout. Phosphorus watched her, like he had been, but this time he was actually able to see her.

He didn't mind what he saw, finding a strange sense of peace when watching her mindlessly pick at the floor. Maybe he cpuld get used to this...

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There is no better feeling than finally being able to write the fanfic you've been thinking about for days. It's not the best, but it's been a long time since I've written anything, so I'm pretty rusty. I realized in the middle of writing the the character I "kinda" came up with is basically just Android 18 from DBZ lmao. Thanks for reading!!!

EDIT: There will be multiple parts!

[fanged-fanfics]

Slides in with a very polite request of Dr Phosphorus/ Alex Tudyk x GN!Reader pretty please (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Story can be however you like heh.. 𝓘’𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂

☆ Melting Sounds Much Sweeter Than Burning — Dr. Phosphorus x GN Reader Fic☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || Warning for canon-typical violence + a lot of swearing

A/N: I don't think it came across clear in the writing but this is pre-canon for context-

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You were one of the humanoids caged up with the rest of the Commandos, locked up for your own big name crimes. There wasn't much the prison guards ever really let you do, and for quite a while you kept to yourself to try and avoid trouble. Sure, it was mundane to follow the guard's routines, but it kept you from getting shoved into solitary confinement or extra charges. But, in a flurry of green flames, trouble ended up quite literally landing in your lap during a mealtime brawl, and you found yourself fighting mutant assholess off of a radioactive green guy who was backing you up hit for hit.

From that day on, you couldn't seem to get rid of Dr. Phosphorus. You kept being in the same vicinity, or gravitating to each other subconsciously. Even if you tried to pick up conversations with someone else, he'd likely be the one to help you walk back to your cell. It was one of the better things to come from your time here. Phosphorus was one of the smarter criminals you interacted with on an average basis. He could at least hold a conversation without trying to gnaw his own leg off halfway through it like some other inmate (his name was apparently Weasel, but you didn't find that out till much later).

Unfortunately, despite your initial approach of being under the radar, Phosphorus was prone to trouble. You'd seen him melt a whole table enough to punch it in half, burn through walls, or sucker-punch people who pissed him off with a fist hot enough to literally kill them on impact. Suffice to say, you usually didn't offer him a handshake or give any pats on the back, for obvious reasons. Even though it was amusing to see him get himself out of alterations, you got into the habit of standing up to others by proxy.

Today, you'd gotten into a brawl. Not because of the great green doc, moreso of your own volition. You didn't get to see how it ended— swelling around one eye and dirt in the next prevented it. But due to the shouts you'd heard, it was easy to conclude the wardens broke it up. You were finally released back into your cell, seeing the familiar irradiated skeleton waiting for your arrival. The second the steps of the warden couldn't be heard, he walked up in front of you.

"The nurses didn't do a damn thing, did they?" He asked upon seeing your visible bruises and scrapes. You heaved a tired sigh as you sat on the edge of your stiff mattress "Hello to you too, Doc" you muttered. "Hey, I wasn't the one who jumped that guy" Phosphorus reminded, walking past the front of your vision "You had a hell of a stick up your ass today". "You heard him, he deserved every bit of it" you replied. Phosphorus kneeled down in front of you while saying, "Well all I see is you're the one with a fucked-up mug". You grumbled, keeping your gaze off to the side. He was right, of course, he usually was, it was just exceedingly annoying. He could never not be smug about it, even when he insisted he wasn't smiling.

"Guess you rubbed off on me" you commented back. "Better than you getting radiation poisoning like most around me do" Phosphorus countered lightly, reaching his hand up. You leaned back, scooting to the very back of your mattress as quick as possible. Phosphorus quickly retracted his hand "Still stings?". "No, dumbass, you're gonna melt my face off!" You said with pressing worry, almost in a yelp. For a brief moment of pause, silence and the soft hum of radiation was all you could hear before Phosphorus broke out in a loud laugh. It was always a little strange, watching his bony mouth open, blank eye sockets making the expression vacant even though he sounds happy. Speaking of, what the hell was there to laugh about-

"Ah, you may be smart, but you're sure as hell not observant" Phosphorus said, casually leaning his arm on your bedsheets "See?". You slowly leaned forwards, brow creasing in confusion "But- I've seen you- how the hell-" you stammered. He chuckled again, leaning his head into his palm "I can control when it burns anything. Right now, you're just fine. I don't plan to set another cell on fire". "Another?" You echoed, and he shrugged "There's a reason I got moved to being your cellmate. Now come on, you're just gonna look more fucked up if you don't let me see" he said.

You hesitated for just a second. There was a brief flicker of a thought that he could just be messing with you, but you pushed that aside. He didn't have reason to suddenly turn you into a walking molotov cocktail, right? And it's not like you ever did much to piss him off, intentionally anyways. You scooted up, and he leaned back to allow you the room. With a gentle hand, he touched your swollen black eye. You winced back at first, but thankfully his hand only felt warm rather than scalding. You sat up a little straighter, letting him look you over. "Do you even know what you're doing?" You asked. He pressed two fingers under your jaw, moving your head a bit to see the damage better while he spoke "I know more than anyone here would, unless you think leeches are still good for sore throats"

You nodded, still feeling a little uncertain. Even with his surprisingly gentle guidance, you saw the man break way too much 'invincible' shit to just forget. His touch eventually became a gentle hold on your jaw, guiding it back down "Jeez, way to go, pal. You're gonna be feeling this one for a few days". You nodded quickly, and he fell quiet. He pulled back his hand, holding it up in front of you instead "See? You're fine! Not even a little melting" he said, attempting to be reassuring. You nodded, looking at the hand he was holding up. With faltering motions, you very gently pressed your fingertips together. It definitely felt warm, but still bearable. Your palm slowly pressed to his.

You couldn't see his face change any, but his tone was warm with encouragement. "Not so bad when you get used to it, huh?". "Nah" you mumbled in agreement, slowly interlocking your fingers with his "Not bad at all". Phosphorus tilted his head down a bit to look fully, only waiting a moment before gently rubbing your hand a bit with his thumb. It had been quite a while since anyone felt comfortable enough to let him near, much less this. Not since... well, he didn't like to think about it too much. You both glanced up together, empty sockets meeting your eyes. Not wanting to overstep, you slowly pulled your hand back.

"Aaaanyways-" you began awkwardly, trying to transition back into casual conversation "You sure this didn't give me mercury poisoning or something?". The doctor chuckled, standing up "Who knows, you might wanna get checked". You gave him a small, non-serious glare in reply, and he laughed a little louder. He pointed to his face "Sarcastic smile". You huffed a small, exasperatedly fond sigh. You reached under your pillow, pulling out a stowed away deck of cards. "Wanna play blackjack?" Phosphorus asked as you began shuffling. "Sure, if you don't burn them when you lose" you replied. "I'm not promising anything" he said, hopping up to sit across from you on your bed.

As you prepped the game, a thought came to mind. "Hey, did the guards drag off that other guy?" You asked "I heard a lot of commotion". "Oh yeah, you know how they are" Phosphorus said casually "Can't handle a little third degree". You halted your motions all at once, squinting suspiciously at the man across from you, who had the nerve to innocently ask, "Something the matter?". You shook your head, smiling as you handed him his cards "Nothing, doc. Thanks"

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Look At Me

Dr. Phosphorus x Male Reader

Summary: You knew Alex before his ultimate demise, choosing to move forward instead of dwell on what happened to him. Alex however, never forgot you.

A/N: Just finished watching Creature Commandos, and it revived my obsession with DC and Dr. Phosphorus (Thank you Alan Tudyk) If this ends up doing well, I'll probably start writing some DC fics and taking requests for 'em.

A sigh escaped your lips, a weary sound that echoed the exhaustion clinging to your bones. You rubbed at your temples, the persistent throbbing a dull counterpoint to the frantic beat of your heart. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to block out the world, the relentless images that flickered behind your eyelids. You slipped your glasses from your face, the cool metal a small comfort against your overheated skin, and leaned back against the worn leather of your office chair. The harsh glow of the television screen painted the workspace in a sterile light, the same news report looping endlessly, a broken record of Gotham’s latest tragedies. Three weeks. Three agonizing weeks of the same story, the same faces, the same gnawing fear. Gotham, when was it ever not in chaos? It felt like a city perpetually teetering on the edge of some cataclysmic event. And now, this. Dr. Alexander James Sartorius, vanished without a trace. And then, the brutal, senseless murder of a crime boss, his wife, his children… the news cycle churned with death and despair, a constant reminder of the fragility of life.

Each time you heard Alex’s name, a fresh wave of grief washed over you, followed by a crushing sense of guilt. You’d worked with him, believed in his research, clung to the hope that his experiment would actually work. But it was his reckless decision, his desperate acceptance of funding from a known criminal, that had sealed his fate, or so you’d convinced yourself. Even though a small, stubborn voice whispered that something wasn’t right, that the story they were telling was incomplete. A low groan rumbled in your chest. You pushed yourself up from the chair, your muscles stiff and protesting. Your coat hung on a nearby hook, a silent promise of escape. You flicked off the lights, plunging the room into darkness, and silenced the television’s incessant drone. The quiet was a welcome relief.

As you drove home, a strange, unsettling green glow emanated from your living room window, casting an eerie light onto the quiet street. A cold dread coiled in your stomach, a primal instinct screaming at you to turn the car around, to flee from whatever – or whoever – was waiting for you in the shadows. You knew, deep down, that this wasn't good. This wasn't right. But you couldn’t run. You had to know.

Parking the car, you took a shaky breath, the cool night air doing little to calm your racing pulse. Each step towards the front door felt like a monumental effort. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by the first fat drops of rain, splattering against the pavement. Your mind raced, conjuring up a thousand terrifying scenarios. It’s just your imagination, you told yourself, a desperate attempt at self-preservation. You’re tired. That’s all.

“Frankie,” you called out, your voice trembling slightly as you stepped inside. “I’m home.” A low purr greeted you, a familiar comfort in the face of the unknown. The dim light revealed your cat, her plump figure a welcome sight as she rolled playfully on the floor. “Good girl,” you murmured, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of unease.

Moving through the house, you noticed an old photo frame lying face down on the floor. You didn’t remember knocking it over, but then again, your memory had been hazy lately, consumed by thoughts of Alex. You tried not to dwell on him, tried to convince yourself that he was nothing more than a colleague, a lab partner. But the lie felt hollow. You picked up the frame, your heart clenching at the sight of the picture. “Oh, Alex,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Why couldn’t you just listen?” You set the frame back down, a single tear tracing a path down your cheek. Turning towards your bedroom, you began to undress, the weight of the day pressing down on you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched. The strange green glow you’d seen from the window was not a figment of your imagination. It was real, and it was moving, stalking you through the quiet house. Its eyes, or what was to be perceived as eyes, burned into your naked form as you stepped into the shower, seeking the warmth and comfort of the water.

The figure lingered in the doorway, the eerie green light casting long, distorted shadows across the bathroom. A low groan, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very depths of its being, filled the air. The heels of its shoes clicked against the tile floor, each step deliberate, until it stood just outside the shower curtain.

With a sudden, violent rip, the curtain was torn aside, a blast of icy air chilling your skin. A hand, hot and distorted, clamped over your mouth, and a searing heat enveloped your body as you were pulled back, pressed against an unfamiliar surface.

You were spun around, your eyes widening in terror as you stared at your reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. The glow, the unsettling green light, emanated from the creature holding you captive. It was a skeletal figure, irradiated, its form both grotesque and strangely familiar. You struggled against its grip, your heart pounding in your chest, but your struggles ceased abruptly when it spoke your name.

Alex. That voice, raspy and distorted, but undeniably his, echoed in your mind. You must be dreaming, you thought frantically. This couldn’t be real. Alex was gone. He was missing, or dead. You had to accept that.

“Look at me!” he growled, his voice laced with pain. He seemed almost desperate, clinging to you as if afraid you’d disappear. You had squeezed your eyes shut, trying to retreat into the safety of unconsciousness, but his words pierced through your fear. “Look. At. Me.” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Your eyelids fluttered open, tears streaming down your face as you met your own terrified gaze in the mirror. Or was it your gaze? Behind you, reflected in the glass, was Alex. Or what was left of him.

“Alex?” you whispered, the sound muffled by the lingering pressure on your jaw.

He released his hold on your mouth, pushing you forward slightly so that you were inches from his…his new form. “In the flesh, baby,” he chuckled, but the sound was hollow, a distorted echo of the laughter you once knew.

You turned away, reaching for a towel, desperate to avoid his gaze. His hand shot out, his grip surprisingly strong, and forced your face back towards him. “Come on,” he rasped. “I ain't that hideous, am I?”

You shook your head, the burning sensation returning, spreading through your veins like wildfire. “You’re dead,” you whispered, the words barely audible. “You can’t be here.”

You sat on the sofa, Frankie curled in your lap, offering a small measure of comfort. You stared at Alex, at the…thing he had become. Everything he’d told you, the horrifying truth of what had happened, was almost too much to bear.

“You forgot me?” His voice cracked, a sound that seemed to grate against bone. He looked…hurt. But it was difficult to decipher emotions in that skeletal face.

“No, I…I tried to move on,” you admitted, the words heavy with guilt. “All I could do was think about you, about what happened…and eventually, I had to let go.” The words tasted like ash in your mouth. You hesitated, knowing that you hadn’t truly let go. There were reminders of Alex everywhere you looked, every corner of your life haunted by his memory.

“Then what is it?” he hissed, his voice laced with anger and something else…something that sounded like despair. “Why can’t you look at me?”

You finally lifted your gaze, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body shaking with sobs. “I loved you!” you cried, the raw emotion tearing through you. “I loved you, and now…now you’re a fucking walking irradiated skeleton who’s lost his fucking mind!” It was Alex, you knew it in your heart. But he was also…something else. Something changed, twisted by whatever had happened to him.

A puff of air escaped his mouth, a silent expression of pain. “You loved me?” he questioned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

You hiccuped, focusing on stroking Frankie’s fur, finding solace in the familiar touch. “Still do,” you murmured, the words barely a whisper.

Alex rose from his chair and knelt before you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. The burning sensation returned, but this time, you didn’t flinch. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “But look at me. I’m a monster. There’s nothing to love.”

You sighed, ignoring the heat radiating from his touch. “Maybe,” you said softly, your voice thick with tears. “But even monsters deserve love.”

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The warmth in the cold

A/n: Suggested by @notapartypersonsoletmebeallone

Description: you finally find someone who can keep you warm during the cold winters in Gotham

Pairing: Dr.phosphorus x reader

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It was winter in Gotham, meaning that it had grown much colder than the warm summers you're used to. In reality you felt cold even in the hot seasons of the city having been born on a sun far from earth. Most of the winters you've spent on this planet have been boring, that was until you met him. Being stuck inside under a mountain of blankets was the most dreadful part of the year. It has always festered a depression inside you not only from the lack of sunlight but also the solidarity of being alone for so long.

Lots of things were odd in this city like the unusual amount of masked men running around but when you were out on your way to a local coffee shop something truly shocked you. Even though it was midsummer you still wore a thick jacket, only getting hot when you stepped into line to get your coffee. Surprise widened your eyes as you turned around. “What's wrong gorgeous? Never seen a flaming skeleton before?” the man's rough voice teased you. Of course he was use to the stares he would get when he went out and you seemed no different. Your hand came up to your mouth as you gawked at him. The barista called for the next customer, bringing your attention away from him. You turned back without saying anything to order your coffee. He scoffed but didn't take his eyes off you.

You got your coffee and sat by the window, trying to get as much sunlight as you could. You had come to the shop with the idea of getting some work done but now all you could do was stare at him as he waited for his coffee. The table shook from your leg bouncing up and down out of anxiety. Should you go talk to him? He probably thinks you're a weirdo now for staring at him like that. You closed your eyes to think and when you opened them he was gone.

You grabbed your stuff and ran out the door, fearing you had lost him. People crowded the street blocking your view. How easily could a flaming man hide, pretty well you figured now from experience. You caught a glimpse of him as he turned the block corner and ran towards him. Panicking you grabbed his exposed arm, he jumped at the contact and turned around. You cursed yourself in your head because you couldn't read his stupidly beautiful face. The grip on his arm loosened but you didn't let go quiet yet out of the fear of losing him again.

“Um hi” you said, not shivering under your jacket like usual. He stared down at your hand, “you're not burning” he said quietly almost as if convincing himself. You closed your eyes before blurting out, “Can I make you dinner”. His jaw hung open when you met his gaze. Your face was red but not from his heat and you pulled your hand away. “I'm sorry for bothering you,” you said as you turned to walk away having decided he was weirded out by you. You felt the warmth of his hand by your arm before he pulled it back, “wait!” he said urgently, “what are we having?” he said with what sounded like a smirk. Your lips curled into a huge smile at his response, still unsure if he was doing the same.

The heat was cracked all the way up in your apartment as you watched the snow fall from the window. Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to stay awake but the cold always made you sleepy. Your head hit the window frame as you lost to your fight against sleep. You didn't know how long it had been but when you woke up in his arms you figured you had been out for a while. The bed shifted as you turned around to face him, he must have come home to you asleep by the window. These past few months he had shown you he wasn't just a criminal but quite the gentleman. Your lips curled up as you snuggled closer to him, enjoying the time you had together. He was still snoring softly so you simply placed a kiss on his cheek and fell back into the comfortable sleep with him.

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Radioactive Showers - Rick Flag Sr / Dr Phosphorus fanfic [Creature Commandos]

Phosphorus decides to take an excessively long shower after returning to the prison, to the point it gathers suspicion, and because of this, Flag is made to go check on him, as the doctor is now his responsibility.

[dcemberchallenge]

🌟 DCember Day 2 🌟

General Prompt: Gold Themed Prompt: Dr. Phosphorus

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Me checking if someone drops fanfics of Dr. Phosphorus more than my mental health

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Your Dr. Phosphorus is work is just to DIE for. Actually surprised there’s not much more xreader fics with him 😭🫶

Ahh tysm !!! <33 all the support I’ve been getting on my phosphorus fics means the world . i actually started writing him after the first episode cause there weren’t fanfics up fast enough for him lol

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Hot & Cold - Chapter 6

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: You make up for accusing Phosphorus of landing you in prison, in more ways than one. It’s becoming clear to you that you like him more than you ever wanted to. He earns two more questions, and you open up about your hard past.

Notes: This is a longer chapter, around 2.6k words. Also it’s back to more smut. Side note, kinda can’t believe I’m on chapter six, when I started this I really didn’t plan on it being so long!

CW: Choking, burning, dom!Phosphorus (kinda). angst (with comfort); discussion of past abuse and past sexual assault (not detailed). Past murder

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How do you say “I’m sorry for accusing you of snitching on me when I had no evidence and treating you badly because of it and also thank you for saving my life twice,” but better?

That’s what you had been trying to figure out since they had taken Phosphorus away. The clock on the wall ticked with each second, counting down to his inevitable return. At this point, you could paint the ceiling from memory, yet you were no closer to figuring out what to say to him.

Five years. Five years you had been in Belle Reve. Five years you had blamed him. Five years without feeling even a fraction of what you felt when you were around him. And you ruined it all in one minute.

You groaned, burying your head in your folded knees. As your chest hit your legs, you felt a reminder of yesterday. Your whole body warmed up as you relived the sensation of him pressing into your behind and groping your breasts.

But it wasn’t just the way he made you weak in the knees that was killing you. It was the way he looked at you, even when you were covered in steel and blood. It was the way he worried about hurting you. It was the way he held you at night, gentle and caring. It was his constant flirting that you thought you hated. It was the way he genuinely wanted to learn about you, without using it against you.

The doors swung open as they wheeled Phosphorus back in. You quickly lifted your head, trying to act like you hadn’t been in agony for the last half hour. His arm wasn’t in a cast, but was bandaged up tightly where the bone had been broken. You couldn’t help but stare at him, hoping he would volunteer what the doctor said, but he still refused to look at you.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The clock seemed even louder now that he was back. You had to say something.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, half-hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“What was that?” he replied, extra loud so you knew he heard you the first time.

You bit your lip. It wasn’t easy to admit how wrong you were.

“I said I’m sorry for accusing you of turning me in. I had no evidence and made an assumption that I shouldn’t have.”

“And?” He was extremely smug, his arms crossed over his chest and a newfound twinkle in his eye.

“And… thank you for saving my life. Twice.” It stung to admit it, but you had to. He nodded, satisfied.

The A/C whirred to life, sensing the extra heat from his return. The cold air felt like torture, extra punishment for your mistakes.

“You’re cold?” he asked, seeing you shiver.

“Yeah, it’s f-fucking fre-eezing in here,” you tried to laugh, but you teeth chattered as you spoke.

The bed next to you squeeked as he moved. You looked over right as he lifted up your blankets to crawl into bed with you.

“Wh-What are you do-doing?”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You melted in his arms, sighing with relief at the warmth he provided.

“You’re cold, I’m hot. It’s simple math. Though, I know you’re not good at that,” he teased. You may have been forgiven, but you doubted he was going to let it go anytime soon.

“Mmm, thank you,” you sighed contently, snuggling closer.

“See, now you’re getting it,” he responded, delayed out of surprise by your comfortableness. You lightly swatted at him, smiling to yourself.

“How’s your arm?” you carefully asked after noticing the bandage.

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s already starting to heal. They couldn’t really do much so they just wrapped it up in a fireproof bandage.”

“That’s good,” you murmured, “I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“Don’t be. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,”

The earnest sound of his voice surprised you, making your heartbeat speed up. He absentmindedly ran his fingers up and down your side as you laid together. It suddenly felt like just laying together wasn’t enough. Each brush of his fingers electrified you. You swung your leg over his hips, trying to act like you just wanted to be warmer.

“Mmm, needy, are we?”

“You said it yourself, I’m cold, you’re hot,” you replied, trying to play it off.

“You know, there are other ways I could warm you up,” he pushed himself onto his side, holding you close to him by the small of your back. A mischievous look spread across his face. He ran his other hand down your back, placing it on your ass. It took everything you had not to beg him to squeeze every each of you and fuck you until you were an overstimulated mess.

“Yeah? Like what?”

He pushed you onto your back, positioning himself on top. With one hand he held your chin, making your breath catch in your throat as he grinned at you. His other hand slid up your shirt, cupping your breast. His thumb teased your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you.

“I think you know what I mean.” You nodded fervently, desperate for him. “But you have to beg for it, dollface.” His voice betrayed how much he wanted you too, but you couldn’t draw this out any longer.

“Please, Phosphorus,” you said bucking your hips up towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“That’s not begging,” he chided.

“Alex, please,” you whimpered, “fuck me, please, I need you.”

That was what he wanted. He descended on your lips, holding your chin in place as he kissed you. He bit your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around yours. You moaned into him as he squeezed your breast, feeling his handprint burn into your skin. Still holding back from you, he slid his hand over your thigh, rubbing his thumb over where your hip and thigh met. As his lips traveled down your neck, you begged for more. He chuckled into your ear.

“Patience,” he tsked, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

You groaned at his reply; hearing him say he wanted to fuck you only tightened the knot in your stomach. Both of his hands slid under you to knead your ass, over your pants, making you desperate to feel him burn you again. Suddenly, he pulled your legs apart and your pants down. You silently thanked God there were no cameras in the med bay as his head lowered. He kissed you over your underwear, the gentleness of his lips making you ache even more. Instead of just pulling them down, he burned through your underwear on both sides of your hips, letting the remains fall off of you. Finally giving into you, he ran his tongue over the length of your pussy, looking up to watch you moan and writhe. Reaching the top, he expertly licked and sucked at your most sensitive bit. You gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into him.

“Alex! Fuck, fuck - ah!” you cried out, the sensation almost too much to take.

He pinned your legs down as you tried to squeeze them together, not stopping or slowing down. You arched your back, crying out as you hit your peak. He lapped up your juices as you came, and not giving you a break, he thrust two fingers into your slick hole, grinning against you as you screamed his name. He pumped his fingers into you, deep and fast, each thrust earning him more moans and broken words. Pushing his fingers into you as far as he could, he quickly pressed into the most sensitive spot of your walls over and over again. Combined with his lips still pleasuring your clit, it took only a minute for you to come again.

“Oh God, fuck, Alex!” you tightened around his fingers, throwing your head back as shockwaves ran through your body. He smiled, satisfied, and rose back up. Squeezing your mouth open with one hand, he placed his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

“Now I’m ready.”

In one swift motion, he lowered his pants and plunged himself deep inside you, filling you up to the hilt.

“Ohhh, fuck,” he growled in your ear, his breath sending tingles down your spine.

He moved slowly at first, pounding into you hard and deep. You gasped and moaned with each thrust, the slight burning feeling only adding to your pleasure. He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing slightly as he sped up.

“Say my name,” he grunted.

“Alex,” you whimpered.

“Say. My. Name,” he demanded, squeezing your neck harder. He slammed into you over and over until you complied.

“Alex! Fuck, Alex, Alex!” you chanted his name like a mantra, unable to think of anything else. He dug his fingers into your neck and hips as his pace picked up, pounding into you relentlessly

“Oh, yes, just like that, Alex, please!” you cried out, holding onto him tighter as your climax grew closer.

“Yeah? Like that?” he kept his pace, but squeezed your neck tighter.

You clawed at his back, your world shattering as you came around his cock. He groaned and fucked you even faster, the sound of him thrusting into your slick hole filling the air. He lifted your legs and pressed them to your chest, allowing him to bury his whole length in you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he gasped against your neck, his movements becoming sloppier. You felt him pulse inside you as he spilled into you. He released your legs, slowly pulling out and flopping down next to you. The two of you laid there for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. When you did, you curled back up to him, already missing his touch.

“I think I’ve earned two questions this time.”

You laughed. “No, no, the deal was you got one question for four orgasms. That was only three.”

“Yeah, but you accused me of getting you sent to prison, I’m owed extra questions.”

You mock gasped. “I apologized! Will you ever let it go?”

“I’ll let it go… if you let me ask two questions,” his voice was unserious, letting you know you didn’t have to.

“Ugh, fine, what do you want to know?” It was kind of cute that he wanted to know about you.

“I want to know your tragic backstory- I want to know what happened to make you go from an alien in exile to one of the biggest threats in Gotham.”

Less cute. Your fingers gripped his shirt as you debated whether or not to tell him. It wasn’t a story you liked to relive, and you weren’t sure if you could trust him with it. But you were wrong about him before; you owed him the benefit of the doubt.

“I, uh… it was a guy,” you swallowed, “that’s what happened to me.”

He wrapped his arm around you, holding you with both arms. He waited for you to continue, letting your tell the story at your own pace.

“I knew nothing about Earth when I arrived. They put a translator chip in me so I could speak English but that was it. I just wandered the streets for hours, trying to figure out what to do, till this car pulled over. The driver… he asked me if I needed help. I said yes.” Regret and embarrassment flooded your body. “He took me out to eat. Bought me clothes. He asked me what happened and listened when I told him I was an alien, that I had no idea what to do in Earth. He offered up his place, said I could stay there until I figured it out.”

Phosphorus squeezed you, sensing the pain in your voice.

“He was nice. He was really kind. He told me I was beautiful, that I wasn’t a monster. So when he kissed me… I kissed him back. When he told me to get on my knees because that’s how humans showed appreciation, I did. When he… when he undressed me and said that’s how humans showed love, I didn’t doubt it. When he hit me and said it was because,” you voice cracked, tears streaming down your face, “because he loved me, I believed him.”

You felt Phosphorus heat up beneath you. “You didn’t know.”

“Yeah… yeah, but then one day he came home drunk with three of his friends. He said if I loved him, I would do it.” At this point you were sobbing, holding onto Phosphorus like he could save you from the past. “They wouldn’t stop touching me. They’re hands were everywhere, I-I kept saying, I said no, I said no and they didn’t stop, they didn’t slow down, so,” you sniffed, sucking up snot as your tears slowed down, “so I turned myself to steel, and I killed them. I didn’t mean to, I… I just wanted them to stop.”

You swallowed, pausing for a second.

“I, uh, dumped their bodies in the river and on the way back I saw a flyer for a domestic violence center, so I went there. Did the whole group therapy thing. And all I learned was the violence was the only answer.”

You lightened up your grip on Phosphorus, finally getting to the good part of the story.

“This one lady, she had been married for over 15 years. She had kids with the man. And he was super rich so he had a great lawyer that got him custody. And with her gone, he was moving onto the kids. There was nothing she could do, and the therapist just kept giving her empty platitudes. So, I went to his house and solved her problem. I’ll never forget how she cried tears of joy when she heard he was dead…. she made me realize I didn’t have to be a victim. I could do whatever I wanted.”

Phosphorus was silent for a moment. You expected him to move away, to be freaked out, something. But instead, he kissed your forehead.

“It’s a good thing you killed those guys, or I’d break out of here just to do it myself.”

That was the last response you expected. You looked up at him, new tears forming in your eyes. He reached one hand up to your face and gently swiped them away. Your heart felt heavy, but in a good way, a feeling you didn’t fully recognize.

Is this what love feels like?

“You, uh, have one more question,” you said, trying to shift the mood.

“Hmmm… what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

You exploded into laughter, another feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time. Only he could make you laugh after reliving your worst memories.

“Mint chocolate chip,” you answered.

“What?! That’s disgusting!”

“It’s delicious!”

“It tastes like toothpaste!”

The two of you light-heartedly bickered over ice cream for several minutes. The normalcy of it felt so good. It felt so easy laying in his arms, arguing over ice cream.

The sound of heels echoing down the hall interrupted your discussion. The two of shared a worried look, and he lept out of your bed to get back in his own. You frantically redressed and smoothed over your blankets, finishing right as Waller walked in.

Shit, are there actually cameras in here?

“You,” she turned to Phosphorus, “How’s the arm?”

A relieved look crossed his face.

“Oh, it’s fine. Broken but it’s healing already. Doctors just said to take it easy.”

“Good. And you?” she asked, turning to you.

“Oh, I’m fine, they’re just keeping me for observation.”

“Good, then both of you can get up. You’re going back to Pokolistan.

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

I love Dr. Prospect. Dr. Prosperous. Dr. Preposterous.

<3

Y/N: Dr. Proactive

Dr. Phosphorus: Stop it.

Y/N: Dr. Probenecid

Dr. Phosphorus: Everyday I make the choice to be your friend and for what?

Y/N: Dr. Probiotic

Dr. Phosphorus: For Dr. Probiotic

This is so funny to me because all I can picture is them trying to spell his name. Like imagine their cells are across from one another so they'll randomly slide letter across the floor to each other

Dear Dr. Fosfuros Fosuros Phiserus Phozzforus Phil Phosfourus Dr. P,

Does Batman eat bugs? Like a real bat?

Love, your pen pal <3

[gorogues]

Fictober 2020

Fanfic: Flash Rogues Rated: PG

Day Fourteen: “You better leave now”

Rita Desmond had been looking forward to a relaxing evening on the couch, but that all changed when she found Alvin sitting there, smiling.

“What on Earth are you doing here?  Get out!” she ordered, and he cast a guilty grin at her.

“But I’m practically family!  I’m Albert’s twin, you see, so I figured my dear brother would have room in his heart…and his house…for me.”

Rita’s jaw dropped.  “Less like a brother and more like a stalker,” she retorted incredulously. “Please go.”

“Oh, it was just the one time,” Alvin scoffed. “Besides, I’ve got lots of talents my brother doesn’t have; for instance, all the cooking skills went to me while Albert could burn water.  I can cook for you!”

Rita had to admit that’d be useful around the house, as Al was indeed hopeless at cooking and she was often busy at work.  So she offered Alvin the opportunity to prove his skills and show himself to be anything other than the creepy little weirdo he’d always seemed to be.

Twenty minutes later, the house was full of smoke and Rita was trying to get some air inside while chasing Alvin out at the same time.

“You said you can cook!” she coughed as she swatted at him with a broom and he tried to dodge her blows.

“I assumed I could!  I’m so good at chemistry, after all!”

“Out!”

Alvin suddenly stopped in the kitchen doorway and looked sombre.  “You see, here’s the thing.  I already moved my stuff into the basement while you were out today.”

“Fine.  We’ll move it back out tomorrow,” she replied with an angry sigh, resisting the urge to facepalm or whack him further with the broom.

“Funny story: I also used the Philosopher’s Stone to change the décor down there, and used my alchemy to open a portal to another dimension.  You kind of, maybe, shouldn’t go down there?  On account of the demons and all.”

Rita stared at him, and honestly wasn’t sure whether she believed him or not but was definitely tired of looking at his face. She fixed him with an intense glare, one that actually made him take a step backwards.

“Maybe Al never told you, but there’s a reason we’ve kept Dr Alchemy in line over the years,” she began ominously.  “It’s because I have an even greater power than the Stone, and he fears it.”  Her hand began to glow with phosphorus, and she took a step towards Alvin with that same hard stare.

“Stay back!” he quaked, looking for an easy exit.

“It can push Dr Alchemy back into his hole so that Al takes over again, and if I wanted to be really rough on them, I could destroy Dr Alchemy forever.  But that’d hurt Al, so I don’t.  You, on the other hand…”

Alvin let out a distressed screech and ran for the front door, disappearing into the night with some yelling about getting his stuff back.  Rita laughed and locked the door, casually extinguishing the phosphorus pellet from Al’s Mister Element collection.

“That was amazing, honey!” Al exclaimed from the corner, applauding.  “He won’t be back anytime soon, I’m sure.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Rita said proudly, taking a few bows.  “I think we should go dump his junk on the front lawn so he doesn’t find an excuse to come back inside…I’m sure it’s just a bunch of disgusting magazines with the pages stuck together.”

“Sure thing.  I’ll go get started, since you did all heavy lifting with him,” Al nodded, and headed to the basement to clean up.

“Rita?” he called back a few minutes later.  “You were right about the magazines, but I think we’re going to need some help.”

“I’ll call Barry…” she sighed, whose number they had on speed dial because it was so frequently used.

“Well, maybe call Wally too, and see if we can get Jay Garrick.  And, uh, hopefully the Justice League as well..?”

[violetflowers55]

Hot & Cold - Chapter 1

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: Since there’s not enough alien criminals, you got stuck in the monster section of Belle Reve. And of course Waller put you on Task Force M. To make matters even worse, the guy who landed you in prison in the first place is right there, never leaving you alone. But maybe, he can compensate you in more way than one…

No content warnings needed for this chapter (that I can think of). No Y/N usage

All 8 chapters now posted!

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Being imprisoned sucked. Being imprisoned in Belle Reve sucked more. Being imprisoned in the monster section sucked the most.

You’d had a good five years to figure out how to, well, not thrive, but do a bit more than just survive. Fight when someone else instigates - not enough to get you thrown into isolation, but enough to scare off everyone else for awhile. Don’t piss of the guards, but also don’t be a suck up, they hate that even more. Don’t make friends because they’ll either die, get transferred, or turn on you. There was only one thing you hadn’t figured out yet. Well, two if you count figuring out how to escape. When Waller pulled you for a super secret special mission, your first thought was that maybe you could figure out at least one of your two remaining problems.

The sun bore down on the six of you as Waller and Flag carted you into a military ship. The feeling of its warmth was one you hadn’t felt in a long time, and it was gone too soon. As you got wedged between two other freaks, you finally looked to see who else was pulled for the super special top secret mission. On you left was Weasel, some freaky rodent you didn’t really know. On the other side was The Bride; you’d never met her before but you figured she was The Bride since she looked like she would be Frankenstein’s bride. Across from her was a robot and across from Weasel was some fish girl. The only person you knew was sitting right across from you. As much as you tried not to, his green glowing skeleton was hard not to look at, and the two of you locked eyes. Or, at least, it felt like you did.

“Wow. After all these years, and we’re finally reunited on a mission to save a princess. Who would’ve thought?” Dr. Phosphorus said, in a tone that you knew meant he was grinning. You scoffed. “I would’ve thought we’d be reunited by you breaking me out of that hellhole.”

“You two… know each other?” the fish girl asked.

“No.” you said firmly, hoping to put an end to the conversation.

Truthfully, you had met before, back in Gotham. You ran into each other while trying to rob the same bank. He threatened to burn your “pretty little face” off, you threatened to break all his bones and leave him an immovable fire. Not exactly love at first sight.

“She just doesn’t want to admit she’s totally in love with me,” he whispered to the girl.

“Don’t think my threat to break your bony ass doesn’t still stand.” Despite your threat, you could still feel him grinning at you. You couldn’t tell if it was his gaze or his literal flames that were heating you up.

When you finally arrived at the castle, breaking free from being squished up against your fellow monsters felt almost as good as being let out of isolation. The castle looming in front of you was shockingly beautiful. You silently cursed yourself for not trying to take it over while you were free.

As the seven of you were escorted inside, Phosphorus slowly drifted over to walk next to you. It took every fiber of your being not to look at him. But being so close to him, you had to admit his warmth felt nice.

Then at dinner, he of course was quick to make sure he sat next to you. When you and the Bride rolled your eyes and his obviousness, he tried to casually explain it away by saying “Us Gotham guys gotta stick together, right?”, but his nervous chuckle gave him away. Soon enough, dinner was served, distracting everyone. It’d been far too long since you’d had real, good food, and just like the others, you scarfed it down. When you finally paused and looked up, you noticed the princess staring at you.

“Forgive me, I do not mean to stare. I was just… I mean no offense, but I thought America had forbidden human criminals from missions such as this one?” Princess Illana asked.

The table went silent, except for Weasel’s aggressive eating noises.

You tried to smile. “I know I look like one, but I’m not human.” It was hard to hold her gaze; you just didn’t have it in you to explain further. She muttered a simple “Oh”, and the previous chatter and eating resumed shortly. Except for you, your appetite was gone.

“You ok?” Phosphorus whispered, noticing you pushing your food around with your fork.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You still couldn’t look at him, but this time it wasn’t because you didn’t want to.

“I know you’re fine,” he teased.

“Shut it,” you snapped before he could ask if you were ok again.

For most of your life, no one knew you weren’t human. You were great at hiding your powers. The only reason the whole world knew you were an alien was because your stupid defense attorney thought that being an alien somehow made you exempt from the law and used it at trial. As you sat there, all you could hear was the gasps of the courtroom when he revealed your secret, and all you could feel was rage spreading throughout your body. Then you remembered how pitifully he cried when you killed him, and that calmed you down enough.

After dinner, everyone poured out into the courtyard, and you reveled in the bright warm sun. The feeling of its heat on your skin was practically euphoric. You laid down on the soft grass, shamelessly sunbathing.

“Trying to get a tan on?”

Opening one eye, you saw Phosphorus standing over you.

Ugh, why can’t he just leave me alone?

“You’re blocking my sunlight.”

Carefully, he laid down next to you, his fingertips dangerously close to yours.

“I get it, you wanna have something to show off to the loser inmates who didn’t get picked when we get back.”

You groaned. “You know nothing.”

“Mmm, maybe. But I want to know everything,” the teasing tone in his voice was gone, replaced with a low, almost seductive tone.

You thanked God you could blame your blushing cheeks on the sun.

“Oh, can it, skelly.”

He chuckled, but let it drop. The two of you laid there together in silence until the sun started to go down. At least your bedroom was sure to be warmer than your prison cell.

[violetflowers55]

I don't know why but Phosphorus x reader gives me the vibes of

Y/N: I'm hungry

Phosphorus: So go eat a wet sock, why-

Y/N: Grilled cheese

Phosphorus: What?

Y/N: Grill me a cheese

Phosphorus: I'm not grilling you a cheese-

Y/N: ...🥺 Whistle kettle crying

Phos: Wha- oh for gods sake

Cut to him making them a grilled cheese sandwich on his hand <3 ignore the radiation okay that's just extra spice it's fine

i absolutely adore this and what i love even more is that i think u could totally swap it. on any given day either could be the cranky one or the tired hungry one!!! i just love the idea of tired phosphorus begging reader for a grilled cheese 😫

if i remember i may even write a fic abt this after im done with hot&cold

[violetflowers55]

Hot & Cold - Chapter 2

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: Falling asleep in a luxurious castle was supposed to be easy, yet you couldn’t. At least until ran into Phosphorus in the kitchen - or rather until he fell through the ceiling. Of all the ways you considered to tire yourself out, he was certainly not one of them, yet it turned out to be the best way.

Notes: Sorry this is so long, I tried to keep it short but obviously failed! If you didn’t read Ch. 1, it’s not needed for Ch.2, it just provides extra backstory. As a heads up, this chapter takes a very different turn from Ch.1. This chapter is mostly smut

CW: Burning/ Burning kink, ass slapping, dom!Phosphorus (kinda)

Chapters 3-7 now posted!

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Having spent so many years sleeping on a hard ass prison bed, you thought sleeping in the luxurious castle beds would be easy. Yet, no matter how many times you repositioned yourself, you couldn’t get comfortable. It was far too quiet; you had become accustomed to the constant clanging and shouting of prison. The mattress and pillows were too soft, something you never thought would be a problem. After hours of laying there, trying desperately to sleep, your stomach growled. With a groan, you got up, hoping maybe some food would put you to sleep.

It took some wandering to find the kitchen, but eventually you did. The servants in there froze as they saw you enter. Who they were making tea for at one in the morning, you had no clue.

“Uh, hi, sorry, I just wanted some food?”

One of them slowly moved over the the pantry, revealing a smorgasbord of snacks.

“Wow… thank you.”

He simply nodded and returned to preparing the tea and biscuits. You picked up some kind of snack bar. It was labeled in Polkostani so you weren’t really sure what it was, but it looked good. Just as you were almost finished with it, the ceiling above the kitchen island collapsed. The servants ran away while you watched as Flag and Dr. Phosphorus fell through, landing on the kitchen table. When Phosphorus sat up, he cracked his neck into place, and you couldn’t deny how unbelievablly hot it was.

A moment later, Flag hit him with a frying pan, Phosphorous blasted him, and the next thing you knew some device was sitting at your feet. It displayed images of you and your fellow monsters, and you quickly realized what it is.

The two men stared at you, frozen, waiting to see what you would do. You bent down to pick it up, thinking about how much trouble you could potentially be in if you smashed it right now.

“Don’t be an idiot… hand it over,” Flag warned, taking a step towards you.

“Yeah, don’t be an idiot,” Phosphorus echoed, reaching his hand out.

If you smashed it, there was a chance you could go free. But there was a greater chance Waller had some kind of main control board back at Belle Reve, and you’d end up back in isolation before you could even escape the castle. Reluctantly, you handed the device over to Flag.

“Richard?” the princess appeared in the doorway, a concerned look on her face. Flag turned to look at her before scolding Phosphorus.

“Phosphorus, you idiot! You think Waller would give me the only remote? You’d be hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean for days if you escaped, or if I told her about this. I’m not here to torture you. We’re supposed to me on the same damn team,” he sighed, shaking his head, “Just get back to bed, the both of you.”

It was a bit hard to take him seriously when he had no pants and an oven mitt on, but you obediently trudged up the stairs, with Phosphorus coming up behind you. As you walked, you started to notice your ass feel a bit extra warm.

“For fuck’s sake, stop staring at my ass Phosphorous.”

“Kinda hard when it’s right in my face,” he laughed, “You may have just betrayed me, but you still have a great-“

Reaching the top of the stairs, you spun around, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and pulling him close.

“I did not betray you. I don’t owe you jack shit. And if anything, I just saved your ass from being tortured by Waller. Not to mention, you nearly ruined my-“

The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs stopped you mid sentence.

“Come on,” you whispered, dragging him to the hallway the bedrooms were in, since that’s where you were supposed to be. Still holding the collar of his hoodie, you pulled him in closer so he could clearly hear your whispered voice.

“If you try something like that again, I will fucking kill you. We need to earn Flag’s trust to escape, and I can’t have you fucking up my plans. We earn their trust, watch and wait, and eventually they’ll slip up. Destroying one control device won’t do shit, the chips have to be deactivated. So if you ever try to pull a stunt like that again, I’ll throw you under the bus and make sure the whole team turns on you. Got it?”

You held him there, watching as your words sunk in. His smile seemed to widen, and he looked you up and down, cocking his head to the side.

“Wow. Smart and hot. I like it.”

You instinctively took a step back, but still held his hoodie. Your cheeks warmed up, and this time you knew it wasn’t because of his heat.

“F-fuck you,” you stammered, trying to hid the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“Oh, come on, there’s no way you decided to walk around in this,” he stepped closer, pinching your satin nightgown on either side of your waist, “and didn’t realize how fucking hot you look in it.”

Suddenly, you realized just how close the two of you were. His face was barely an inch away from yours, and the heat radiating off him did nothing to cool you down. His fingers on your waist electrified you in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. A moment passed, the tension between the two of you rising as he waited for your response. Just as you almost snapped out of it, as you were about to let go, he leaned in, pushing you back against your door with his lips. You thought kissing him would be hard, yet his lips were soft, even with how passionately he was kissing you. A soft moan escaped you as you let go, wrapping your arms around his neck. The feeling of his whole body against you electrified you, making your body yearn for him. He reached behind you, opening the door into your bedroom and pushing the two of you inside.

As you stumbled back into the room, he locked the door behind you two before pulling you to the bed, his lips never leaving your mouth. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Just feeling his hard pelvis against your own made you even needier. You moaned into his mouth, rocking and grinding against him, desperate for more friction. His hands explored your body over your nightgown, which only made you want more.

“Phosphorus, please,” you begged in between kisses, “touch me.”

He pulled back slightly, creating an almost unbearable space between the two of you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” his voice was soft and earnest, in a way you’d never heard him speak before.

You smiled softly. “My home planet has a sun 10x bigger and closer than Earth’s. I’m always freezing, and my skin is impenetrable. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” you leaned back in, hoping he took your challenge.

His grin grew wider, and the flame atop his head seemed to grow. He leaned in again, kissing you even more passionately, fast and hard. His hands slid down your bare thighs before sliding back up to grab your ass under your dress. He squeezed each cheek, hard, eliciting moans from both of you. The feeling of your skin burning only excited you more. You wrapped your legs around him, grinding faster, trying desperately to get the release you so wanted. Between your legs, you felt a body part you weren’t even sure he had grow and harden. He groaned into your mouth as you readjusted to rock against his cock, positioning yourself so his tip rubbed against your most sensitive spot. His lips traveled down your neck, the softness of his kisses balancing out the slight burns he left. One of his hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you in closer so your chest was flush against his. When he reached the base of your neck, he lightly bit down, sucking at your skin.

“Oh, Phosphorus,” you moaned, reveling in the multitude of sensations spreading across your body.

Suddenly, he flipped you, laying you on your back and positioning himself between you legs.

“Alex,” he said, leaning down towards you, “I want to hear you moan my real name.” As he finished his sentence, he slid his hand down your body, landing where you most desperately wanted him to touch you. Still cautious, he rubbed you over your underwear, rubbing quick circles on your clit. Involuntarily, you obliged his request, the sound of you moaning his name filling the room. You gripped his hoodie like your life depended on it as he leaned back down to trail kisses down your neck and chest. He reached his free hand up to pull down your gown and reveal your tits to him. His tongue flicked your nipple before sucking on it, and you bucked your hips up towards him. It all felt so good, but you wanted more.

Taking the hint, he slid his fingers into your underwear before pressing them into your entrance. They were hot, and you never knew that could feel so good.

“Fuck, yes Alex, please,” you begged, trying to move your hips so his fingers would go in deeper. He let out a low chuckle, amused by your neediness.

“Your wish is my command,” he replied before plunging his fingers deep into you. He lifted his head from your chest to watch as you cried out his name over and over again with each thrust of his fingers. His fingers were long and hard, and the warmth of them gave you indescribable pleasure as he fingerfucked you. The way he pounded into you was almost too much to take, and soon you succumbed to the feeling. You tightened around him, crying out and grabbing him tighter as you came. He chuckled, slowing down but not stopping.

“You’re so pretty when you come for me.”

You gasped for breath, yet still ached for more. “Alex… Alex, please, I want- oh-“ Before you could finish your plea, he began bending his fingers quickly inside you, hitting your pleasure point.

“What was that?” He teased, clearly enjoying seeing you unravel beneath you.

“I want… I want you,” you managed to get out through gasps and moans. His smile widened a bit, and he picked up his pace.

“Come for me.” He demanded, holding your chin in his other hand.

His pace was brutally fast, and it was easy to oblige as an intense feeling of pleasure overcame you. You tightened around him again, liquid spilling out of you as you climaxed. Without letting you catch your breath, he flipped you over onto your knees. positioning himself behind you. His hands lifted from you for a second to drop his pants, making you realize just how good his hands felt. You ached in his absence, and moaned when placed them on your hips again. He slid his cock between your legs, letting you feel how long he was and sending shivers up your spine before he pushed inside you.

“Oh, fuuuckk,” he groaned, “you feel so fucking good.” He thrusted his whole length into you, slow, enjoying how your wet pussy felt around his cock.

“Ohhh Alex!,” you practically screamed as he filled you up. He groaned in return, gripping your hips even harder. It burned slightly, but the heat felt good as he fucked you. He pounded into you with a force that would probably break any human, your body shaking forward with each thrust. His pace picked up, thrusting into you fast and hard. You buried your head in a pillow, trying to muffle your screams so as not to alert the others. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head up, and slapped your ass hard with his other hand.

“I want to hear every noise you make. I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck your brains out,” he growled in your ear, slapping your ass again for good measure.

Just that was enough to send you over the edge. You gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as you came on his cock.

“Fuck, it feels so fucking good when you come on me baby” He let out a deep moan, releasing your head to hold your hips so that he could fuck your even harder.

Cries of both of your names filled the room as he reached his own climax. He thrusted into you hard, causing you to immediately cum again as you felt him spill into you. When he finally pulled out, you collapsed, breathless. He laid down next to you, also trying to catch his breath.

“Wow. That was…”

“Amazing,” you sighed contently, rolling over to lay on your back. He shifted closer to you, innocuously wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You were too blissed out in the moment to remember why you hated him, and curled up closer to feel warm. He fidgeted with the strap of your nightgown for a moment before deciding to speak.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm… well, you did make me cum four times, so I guess you get to ask a question.”

“Does that mean I can ask four questions?”

You looked up at him. “I usually kill men after sex, so don’t push your luck.” It wasn’t really a hard and fast rule, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Well, that’s grim…” he paused, a little taken aback, but impressed by your ruthlessness, “I was wondering… why did you come to Earth?” His voice was soft, like he was worried the question might incite you to kill him.

You sighed. Of course he had to ask your least favorite question. Usually you made something up, some witty remark about your home planet not having enough banks to rob. But for some reason, you felt like opening up for once.

“I didn’t leave my home planet. I didn’t choose Earth,” You fidgeted with the strings on his hoodie, unable to look at him, “I was exiled.” He stayed silent, waiting to see if you were going to tell him the rest.

“I’m not like other Siclons. Even on my home planet…I’m a monster. I shouldn’t look so human. I shouldn’t be able to turn my skin to steel. I shouldn’t…,” you voice broke as you spoke, but you were determined not to cry in front of him, “They offered me surgery to “fix” me. But I didn’t want to be fixed. So, they sent me away. Found a planet where I could blend in. Dropped me off in a Gotham alley and left.”

Tears streamed down your face, dripping onto his hoodie. “I was only fifteen Earth years old.”

He was quiet for a moment, gently squeezing your shoulder to comfort you.

“So… that’s why you turned to a life of crime?”

That snapped you out of it. You flipped over, facing away from him. “You got one question. That was it.”

“Hmm,” he repositioned himself to spoon you, wrapping his arm around your waist, “So if I make you cum four more times, then you’ll tell me?” His voice was teasing, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You loosened up, letting yourself being held by him. With his warm body wrapped around you, finally you could sleep.