#garfield logan one shot

[a1307s]

Mating Season #1

(Garfield Logan Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to mothyx]

Requested by: Liviejc

Keys:

None

Word Count: 3653

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Biting

Scratching

Blood

Hickeys

Titty sucking

Oral (female receiving)

Breeding/pregnancy  

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     The sound of my boyfriend moving around the bed wakes me up. On instinct, I reach for Garfield. "You okay?" I ask, my fingertips brushing his bicep. 

     Recently Gar has been acting really weird. He's been super short tempered, to the point that Conner had to break up a fight between him and Bart earlier this week. Though, Conner thinks it was just Garfield being territorial instead of him being upset.  He might be right, Gar has been super clingy lately, so he probably misinterpreted Bart's behaviors. On the other hand, my boyfriend has been picking fights with everyone so I'm not sure what's going on with him.

     "Ya, I'm just warm," Garfield answers, moving closer so I can wrap my fingers around his arm. 

     He's right. His skin feels like it's boiling under my touch. About the time his anger picked up, his body temperature did too. "Maybe you should see a doctor," I say, propping myself up so I can look at Gar. 

     Garfield turns his head so he's facing me. His eyes are a bright green that stands out in the dark. His pupils are a bit slitted, reminding me of a cat. "I'm usually super warm, babe. You know, the whole 'animal kingdom' thing," Gar answers, trying to put my worries to rest.  

     "Ya, I know. You're just warmer than usual and you've been kind of moody. Maybe you're getting sick."

     "I'm not getting sick. I'm just a little warm."

     I sigh in defeat and lay back down. "We could turn down the heat," I offer, sliding my hand from Beasty's arm up to his hair. I softly twirl the ends around my fingers, soaking in the softness of it.

     "It's already at sixty-five. I don't want to make it too cold, you won't be comfortable then," He answers, eyes shut and soft purrs coming from him because of my petting. 

     "We could take the comforter off the bed and just sleep with the under-sheet."

     "Ya, but if you're too cold you won't be able to sleep," Garfield says again, opening his eyes to look at me. 

     "You're pretty much a personal heater at all times. If I get too cold, I'll just snuggle up closer," I answer, scooting over some to place a soft kiss on his forehead. 

     Gar doesn't answer so I pull off the comforter before laying back down. I snuggle up to him, laying my head on his chest and slinging my leg across the waist band of his pj  pants. It seems to help for a couple minutes, but not very long. Garfield starts shifting again, so I roll over to remove my body heat from him. He relaxes again, but again, it doesn't last long. 

     "I'm going to try a cold shower," he says, kissing my shoulder blade before getting out of bed.

     I hum in response but stay curled up in bed. It's silent for a second before Gar turns the shower on. After a couple minutes I start to think that maybe less clothing will help. With this thought, I reluctantly roll out of bed to change out of my long-sleeved shirt and fuzzy pj pants. By the time I'm changed - now in a sports bra and spandex - and back comfortable in bed, Gar is out of the shower. "Did it help?" I ask, sitting up in bed, causing the sheet to pool in my lap, and look towards the bathroom.

     "Ya," Beasty answers shortly, his eyes locked on me. "Did you change?" He asks, taking quick steps towards the bed. 

     "Yes, I did. I figured less clothing might help so maybe take off your shirt and pj bottoms before laying back down."

     Beasty hums, eyes still locked on me as he pulls his shirt off in one swift movement. He drops his bottoms, leaving him in his boxers as he crawls back in next to me. He lays down before wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer. My mostly bare back is pressed against his chest. Gar's skin feels a lot cooler than earlier which brings a bit of relief to me. Maybe he was just a little warm. 

     I close my eyes and snuggle into him. I lay there, almost asleep, when Garfield starts moving his hands. They rest at my waist for a moment before sliding up my sides. It stirs me a bit, but not too much since I'm use to his wondering hands, especially when we cuddle. His hands slide from my sides, across the band of my bra before dipping down to my stomach. They rest there for a bit before sliding back up to my sides. "Are you going to sleep?" I ask, poking a bit of fun at my boyfriend.

     "Ya," Garfield says, his voice raspier than I thought it would be. "You just... feel really good on my skin," He adds, nuzzling his head into my neck.

     We're quite for a few minutes, the whole time I can feel his skin heating up again. "You should really see a doctor tomorrow," I whisper, moving my arm behind me to run my fingers through his hair. "Please?"

     "Fine," He whispers back, his arms tightening on me and pulling me closer. I can feel every inch of his scorching skin pressed up against me. Garfield shifts his head, gently pressing soft kisses against my neck. He makes a neat line down my neck and over my shoulder before working his way back up. Gar starts down again but rests against my jugular. He makes soft hums against my skin before gently sinking his teeth into me. He follows the line he made before, making soft nips along the way, but soon the nips turn into full out biting. He covers my neck and shoulder with teeth marks, sinking his teeth in as far as he can, causing a stinging sensation along his path. 

     "Hey, hey, hey," I yelp as Beasty starts to work over the bite marks again. "It hurts," I whine, trying to shrug him off.

     "I'm sorry," Gar whimpers, nipping into a pervious made mark, causing prickles of pain to overtake my nervous. "I can't help myself," He whines, running his tongue over the marks. This doesn't help the stinging. Garfield's hands slide back down from my sides, sliding between my legs to paw at them. "You smell so sweet," He bellows as his nails dig into the flesh of my thighs. 

     My heart skips, fear and arousal both rushing through me at Beasty's sudden roughness. In the past two years Gar has always been so gentle with me during everything. He's always so gentle when he intertwines his fingers with mine to avoid clawing me. Always careful not to accidently nick my lips with his canines when we kiss. Always only using feathery touches and making sure to go slow and gentle during sex. He has only ever once left a mark on me, and it tore him up for a month after. Beasty has never acted like this.

     My legs squeeze shut out of fearful instinct. "You're scaring me," I whisper, trying to pace my breathing.

     "Don't be scared," He mumbles into my ear, nipping at my ear lobe before continuing to add to the collection of teeth marks on my neck. Beasty's claws dig further into my thighs as he tries to spread them open. "Open your legs," He hisses. "Please," Garfield's voice softening for a second, sending a wave of relief through me before digging his teeth back into my flesh and starting the feeling of stinging pain all over again.  

     "Please," I whine, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "You're hurting me, Gar."

     Garfield rolls onto his back, dragging himself away from me. In the process, he tears the skin of my neck where his teeth were buried and his claws tear into my thighs. Warm blood slowly trickles from the wounds. My legs shake a bit, but I can't tell if it's from fear or arousal... or both.

     "I'm sorry," Gar mutters, turning me to my other side so that I'm looking at him. His eyes are still slitted, like a predator looking at their prey and his jaw is clenched. "Did I hurt you?" He asks, running his fingertips across my thighs, causing the wounds to ache more. Garfield's eyes widen for a second before slitting more than before when his fingers come in contact with my blood. "I'm sorry," He repeats, wrapping his hands around my legs and pulling me onto his lap. 

     His body presses against me, my knees resting at his sides as the rest of me rests on his torso. The hold he has on my legs reminds me how defenseless I am against him. The thought makes me tingle, and this time I know it's both with fear and desire. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Garfield repeats again, his eyes flickering from my face to my chest and then my pussy, back up to my eyes. "I just... you... I need... I want... I don't know what's happening," He stumbles over his words, his eyes constantly flickering over me as his hands rub up my legs, over my sides and rest on my chest. 

     He softly paws at my chest, his eyes locked there along with his hands. Garfield lets out a sigh of frustration, squeezing my boobs a lot harder than normal. "Are you horny? It's okay if you are," I say, wrapping my hands around his wrists to try and get him to loosen his grip a bit.

     "I don't know," He answers, letting go and resting his hands against my chest for a moment. Gar's eyebrows scrunch together as he thinks, his hands picking up where they left off, but his touch is softer this time. "I just... I don't know," he says, running his thumbs under the band of my bra.

     "What are you thinking about?" I hum moving my hands from my lap where they've been to run them over Gar's chest. 

     He stays quiet. I take the silence as a chance to line his chest and shoulders with soft kisses. After a couple minutes he stops me, moving his hands from my tits to my shoulders to push me back up in a sitting position. Gar places his hands back on my boobs, squeezing them hard like before as his thumbs start to work my bra up. "Take it off," He orders, glancing at my eyes before focusing on my tits again.

     "Gar-"

     "Take. It. Off," He growls, eyes glaring into mine before snapping down again. My knees squeeze his sides as my pussy tingles at his tone. Maybe I like Beasty being aggressive. "Jesus," He mumbles, sliding the rest of his fingers to the band and ripping the sports bra off of me before tossing it to the floor. The chilliness of the room hits my nipples, causing them to start hardening. "It's been making me so angry; seeing any other dude near you, let alone talking to you," Beasty says, his hands warming my chest up.

     "Is this about my disagreement with Bart the other day?"

     Once the words are out, Garfield flips us over, his weight pushing me into the mattress. My legs are sprawled out under us, and my arms wrap around his shoulders to try and steady myself. One of Gar's knees are pushed into my cunt, the other one is being used to prop himself up some. His hands are digging into the mattress on either side of my head and his eyes are glowing as they burn into me. 

     "Say his name again. Say it again, I dare you. I don't see him being able to sense your heartbeat from ten miles away. I don't see him being able to sense your smell from six miles away. And I certainly haven't seen him dipping his head between your legs every night to help you sleep," Beasty says, digging his claws further and further into the mattress after every sentence. "Do you ask Bart to pump in and out of you when you're horny? Is Bart the one you choose to spend your life with?"

     "No," I mewl out, closing my legs around his knee.

     "Keep your legs open," He orders, ripping my legs open and shoving his nails back into the claw marks he left on me. "For the past month, every time I've seen you sparring with a guy, talking to a guy, being anywhere near a guy, all I've thought about is leaving pretty little bruises all over you so that everyone could see that I'm fucking you. I don't want too. I don't like having those thoughts but they're there. And then, ever since your pretty little body started letting off your ovulation pheromones all I've thought about is putting a baby in you. Thought about filling you up, watching you walk around with my baby in you, seeing your pregnancy waddle when your tummy gets all big and round."

     "Gar-" I start but he cuts me off by bending down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth. "H... hey," I whimper, shoving my hands into his hair. He lifts his hand to paw at the breast not in his mouth. He sucks on me for a while, most definitely leaving a bruise before switching to the other side.

     When he's satisfied with himself, Gar lifts his head up to look at me. His eyes have gone soft and are no longer the predator slits from earlier. "I'm going to leave bruises on you, okay? I'm sorry. I need to. I really really need to. I need to make you hurt. I'm sorry," His words come out almost as cries. 

     "Beasty-"

     "I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to, but I need to. I don't know. It feels like... I don't know. I'm sorry," Gar says, constantly repeating himself as he rubs my hips and nuzzles the unmarked side of my neck. "I can leave. I don't want to hurt you. It's just... in me... in my veins... I feel it, right there. Right under my skin. The need to prove I touched your body. The need to put a baby in you. I can leave if you're not comfortable." Gar murmurs the last part, running his tongue across my skin and rutting his knee against my spandex. "I need it," He whispers into my skin. 

     I can feel Garfield's tears against my skin as he holds me. I move my hands to his shoulder to softly rub them, trying to help him relax as he starts marking up my neck again. He was already rough on the other side but he's being a lot harsher this time around. By the third bite mark, I can already feel the blood tricking from the new wounds caused by him. "Beasty-"

     "I'm sorry."

     "Gar-"

     "I'm really sorry."

     "Garfield," I say a little harsher, moving my hands to his hair in order to tear his mouth off of me. "Beasty... I think you're in heat," I say, trying to ignore the increasing pressure building in my groin from the friction happening between my legs.

     "Ya, sure, whatever," he says, pulling my hand out of his hair and attaching himself to the first thing he can get his mouth on. His mouth works down my shoulder, across my collarbones and down my chest. He leaves hickies and bite marks the whole way down. 

     "Gar," I moan out, trying to get his attention but reacting to his tongue running just above the waist band of my spandex instead. "Garfield, please stop," I whimper, tugging on his hair again.

     He does listen, stopping the movement of his mouth and his knee. I'm left a bit sad from the loss of frication against my pussy, but he is just doing what I asked. "I'm sorry," he says again, his hands rubbing my inner thighs, spreading the blood that's been left there. His eyes are back to being slit but they're red and puffy now.

     "Baby," I say, softly taking his face in my heads. I force him to look at me as I rub circles on his cheeks. "I think you're in heat," I repeat, giving him a second to register what I'm saying.

     "Oh... oh! Oh, ya. That... would make a lot of sense," Beasty says, gently running his fingertips over my clothed pussy. "Though, technically it would be called 'rut' cause I'm a dude," he says, watching my legs close around his arm. "I really want to put a baby in you."

     "You... you really can't put a baby in me," I breath out, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes to soak in Gar's touch. 

     "But I really can," he says, using his free hand to pull my legs open again. Beasty dips his head down, going to leave hickies and more markings across my thighs. "Let me put a baby in you. Please?"

     "No... no baby, Beasty," I whimper, my legs starting to shake from the stimulation and the pain starting to gather from the new and old marks. 

     "Please?" He asks again, wrapping his fingers around the bottom of my spandex, starting to pull them down. Once he gets them off of me, he starts licking over the newly exposed skin, leaving my pussy untouched. 

     He teases me, running his tongue and mouth close to my cunt but not close enough to continue the stimulation I want. "Stop teasing," I beg, trying to unwrap his arms from my legs.

     "Let me put a baby in you and I'll stop teasing," Garfield comments, slowly running his tongue through my folds before lifting his head up to leave bruises along my hips. I whine, getting a retaliation of his claws digging into my legs again.  "I'm going to fill you up by the end of my mating season so you might as well let me now."

     "Gar... please... you... you can fill me up all you want after... after my ovulation, okay? Stop teasing. You're bruising every... every inch of my skin. The least you can do is... is make me feel good." 

     He hums, thinking over my words for a second before ducking in between my thighs. His tongue slithers over my clit a couple times before he latches on it. The feeling mixed with the sound of Garfield suckling on me fills my head. My fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his head further as I grind against his tongue. 

     Beasty continues for a few minutes until I come unraveled on his tongue. He stays down there, slurping up my juices before popping his head up to look at me. "I want to cum in you," he says, wiggling two of his fingers into me. 

     "You can't," I say, shifting around to try and get his fingers deeper in me. 

     "Please? We can get the Morning After Pill tomorrow," he says, pretty much begging before he sinks his teeth into my stomach to mark me up even more.

     "Fine... fine...," I mumble, using his hair to pull him up my body. 

     He smiles up at me, nipping at my breasts as he pulls his dick out of his boxers. "Say it," Gar orders, poking his tip in and out of me. 

     "What?" I ask, digging my nails into his back as I try to pull him forward so I can feel more of him in me.

     "Say you want me to fill your pussy," Beasty says, working his way from my breasts back up to my neck. "Say you want me to try to put a baby in you."

     "Please fuck me, Garfield. Please fill my pussy," I whine, finally winning at my tug-of-war. Gar sinks into me, wasting no time to bottom out. 

     "Good," He murmurs against my skin, bring his hands up my body to pin my wrists down. His thrusts are fast, and hard, the complete opposite of what I'm use too. It doesn't take many thrusts before my hips start to hurt. "I'm going to put a baby in you," Gar whispers into my ear, his claws digging into me as he recks my hips. "You're going to get a nice big belly and a cute little waddle. Your titties are going to swell up and get big and heavy. Then, as soon as possible, I'll fuck another baby into you.  Over and over again until I give you a nice big litter."

     "I don't want a baby," I whine, trying to pull my wrists out from his grasp. 

     I can feel Gar's smile against my ear. "I know baby... I know... It'll be okay." I whine from under him, wrapping my legs around his waist as his thrusts get sloppy. As I'm getting closer, the walls of my cunt tighten around him, not helping the sloppiness he's already experiencing. "For someone that doesn't want a baby, your pussy is trying awfully hard to milk me," He teases, sinking his teeth into my neck again. Beasty thrusts a couple more times before he buries himself in me as deep as possible. His teeth dig deeper, breaking my skin again, as he bottoms out.

     Garfield slumps over, laying on top of me as he falls off his high. His hands are heavy as they slip on to my hips. Our bodies stick together from a mix of sweat and cum. The room is quiet for a couple minutes, nothing but our heavy breathing to fill the room. "I'm going to fuck you again," Beasty says, slipping his hands down my legs to wrap them around his torso again. 

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[wishful-sinful-9]

Masterlist

WHO I WRITE FOR:

TASM!Spiderman/Peter Parker

XMEN!Wolverine/Logan Howlett

AO3

{REQUESTS ARE OPEN}

NSFW CONTENT

PETER PARKER

Drabbles:

--

Oneshots:

--

Series:

--

LOGAN HOWLETT

NSFW alphabet

Collections:

Lumberjack!Logan

Drabbles:

No.1

No.2

Oneshots:

You want it darker

Series:

Wanna be your dog

WHAT I WON'T WRITE:

Rape/non-con

Piss/shit kinks

Incest

Male!reader (no prejudice! I'm just more comfortable writing female readers, being a woman)

Gore

Pedophilia

[themoonlitsojourner]

Hey.

Hi.

It was

It was my birthday, yesterday.

I know, I know.

Feels crazy.

Doesn’t it?

Another one.

Feels like they’re

Catching up to me.

Or…

Something.

Aw, forget it.

Sorry.

Don’t know what I was trying to say.

I’m…

I’m twenty-one, now.

By the way.

Feels like…

Feels like it was yesterday

That I was thirteen.

Does it…

Do you ever think about…?

Anyway.

Thirteen to twenty-one.

That’s eight years, you know.

And I can think of a lot,

Eight things, easy,

That have

Changed.

I mean

It wasn’t overnight.

I probably make it sound

Like it was.

But it’s just…

We haven’t talked

In a while

And I know

It’s my fault.

I’m…

I’m sorry.

But

Uh…

But what I’m saying, is

Maybe you don’t know…

That I’m a whole foot taller.

(Vic’s still the better baller.)

Start fewer spats.

(With Raven, that is, the bad guys couldn’t give a crap.)

Made it to Mega Mech level 203.

(Then the GameStation gave out and I had to stop.)

Starred in a commercial for Sunny D.

(Don’t laugh! You’ve gotta start somewhere to get to the top.)

…

Inhale.

…

Finally got the moped.

(Wonder what that button does?)

New haircut.

(High fade, lightning bolt buzz.)

Adopted a mutt.

(He’s a companion, Vic, not a pet.)

Another city.

(Hollywo-- Almost. Not yet.)

Tomorrow.

But today?

I’m here.

…I’m here.

With yesterday’s mud– squelching under my sneakers.

Rain aftertaste– lingering on my tongue.

Damp chill– wetting shivering skin.

Dim cave– blocking out the sun.

It doesn’t seem fair

Does it?

That I get to choose

Where I call my own

And you

Don’t.

Anyway.

Some things

Change.

Some things change

A lot.

Way before

You want them to.

And some things…

Never do.

Like…

Your laugh

Unguarded song

Rewarding every dumb joke

That comes along.

Your voice

In the car

As the radio blares,

Jamming like a rockstar.

Your arms

Around me

After I’ve made

A promise.

Our fingers

Intertwined

When I leaned in

For a kiss.

…

Exhale.

…

Your…

Your smile

Covering a lifetime

Of pain.

Your fear

Wondering if I’ll leave you

Just the same.

Hasty lies

Leading to a choice

You couldn’t make.

An outstretched hand

I

Didn’t take.

And I’m sorry

Don’t mean to be a downer

I thought I was ready

But now that I’m here…

Because there’s unforgiving rock– harsh beneath my knees.

And old tears– drying on my cheeks.

A lonesome statue– cold against my forehead.

A pulseless hand– I wish, I wish I would have said…

The choice

Is yours.

It always was.

You decide

Who you’ll be.

And no else, because

You are you.

Can’t change that

No matter what anyone does.

(And I

Would never want you to.

Not that it matters

Anymore.)

I should have told you

So much

When I could.

Before I left you

With cutting, stupid words.

Without a touch.

We were just kids, you know?

We were just children.

I understand, now.

I’m sorry that I didn’t

Then.

But now…

Now what’s the use?

Now it’s over.

Now I lost my chance.

And now, you will never–

Never…

You will never

Help me find

The perfect sunset spot

On the boulevard, where we can sit

Hand in hand and talk.

Never

Decorate our new place

With night-brite stars

Lie awake till dawn

And listen to the passing cars.

Not even

Hear me answer the phone

With shaking hands and whisper yes.

Spin around the room with me

After I hang up, until we’re breathless.

(And I

Don’t even know

If you would want to.

Is it selfish

That that’s

The worst part?)

…

you will never know

how much we loved you

or the scarred emptiness

carved out by your absence

You

Will never

Change.

I…

Already have.

I am twenty-one.

You are forever thirteen.

You were two months older, two inches taller.

I’m… Well, now you look so much smaller.

(Four hours

until I board the plane

and I am already

so far from you.)

But I will keep

Your name

My tongue remembers

The shape.

I think

–youthfully, foolishly–

That it once belonged

To my soulmate.

I will store your smile

In my pocket.

A blurry Polaroid

Corners worn round

Under lonely fingers

And frayed.

If I

Hide you

In the hollow

Of my regretful

Heart,

Maybe I

Will never

Have to leave you

Behind.

(Any more

Than I already have.

I am so sorry.

Just like my words

On that horrible night

I didn’t mean it.)

So this isn’t

Goodbye

Me standing here,

Suitcase in hand.

It’s just…

…

Just…

(I wish you would wake up.

I wish you would shake off the stone and time

To breathe and laugh and run with me through that door.

I wish this was a dream.

I wish you were fine.

I wish you wanted to live a little more.)

Terra.

I’m sorry.

I loved you.

…

Goodbye.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

the little princess (g.l.)

Pairing: Garfield Logan x Tamaranean!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None i think

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: If the Titans had a nickel for every time one of Kori's sister's, that she apparently had a very bad relationship with, landed on Earth, they'd have two nickels. Which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice.

A/N: This is just a little ode to the Starfire that was in the OG Teen Titans show because I just love her so much. She's just a little cutie patootie and I loved all of her quirks and antics. I wanted to make the oneshot a little longer and end with both Gar and her getting together but I realized that it would've been far too long and I didn't want to write all that in the same one-shot.

It was in Dick's poor judgment to listen to the police radio while they were taking the cross-country road trip while getting back to San Francisco. Well, if we're debating Dick's poor judgment, he really should have taken the jet but not like the team could do anything about it now.

They were in Nevada, near Las Vegas when the chatter on the radio went wild. He spared a glance at Starfire, wondering if they should respond but she shook her head. So far, all alerts on the police radio had been insignificant things like disruption of business or public intoxication. Nothing that required their intervention.

So, Dick didn't bother to turn his indicator on for the exit from the highway. That was until they heard something cut through the static, clear as day, "Attention all units, need immediate backup! There's some sort of human flame thrower here! Like that superhero chick!"

They shared a glance and Dick swerved off the road and into the exit, nearly hitting another car in his hurry.

It took longer than it should have to get there, considering Starfire was driving while Dick changed into his Nightwing suit in the bathroom. To say that LVMPD were surprised when an RV rolled up with five superheroes inside was an understatement.

They directed them to the building, the perimeter heavily guarded by multiple officers, all armed.

Once they entered the building, everyone froze, noting how the girl on fire in the middle of the room looked much like the one standing beside them. Her hair was glowing and floating along with her body as she clenched her molten fists.

This never would have happened if they just took the jet.

Before any of them could even come up with a game plan, their target noticed just who was standing there and stopped. When the flames and the nearly blinding glow had subsided, they noticed all that was remaining was a young girl.

"Kori?" She asked curiously, wondering if that was really Starfire or just someone who looked exactly like her. After all, it was a new planet, she didn't know much about the inhabitants here.

"(Y/N)?" Kori breathed out, equal parts shocked and relieved.

The girl's face crumpled, and she broke out into sobs before flying right into her arms, "Kori!"

It was kind of amusing to see Kori attempt to hug you back, considering that you were floating off the ground but once you were consoled, she let you go, and you remained floating a couple feet off the floor at her side.

Kori gestured to the rest of them, and you bashfully hid behind her, scared of the newcomers. Ever since you landed on this planet, they had been nothing but cruel to you. All you had done was use your powers to reheat the tea you were served and suddenly there were men who had pointed weapons at you.

You looked at Nightwing's escrima sticks apprehensively before tucking yourself further behind her back. She spared you a glance before turning to her teammates with a tolerating smile.

"Guys, meet my sister."

"Another sister? Is she gonna try and kill us too?"

"You know Komander?" You asked curiously, floating a bit higher so that your head peeked over Kori's.

"Vaguely." Conner answered and you tilted your head, watching him with a deliberating pout. He seemed a little uncomfortable by your piercing stare, so you averted your gaze before whispering in your sister's ear.

"Are they holding you hostage?"

She chuckled and shook her head before introducing all of them to you by name. You listened attentively, noticing how neither of them bothered to give you smiles aside from the youngest girl and boy named Rachel and Gar.

They had pretty hair. You liked them already.

***

"Another sister you didn't tell us about?" Dick pressed, leaning over the centre console and Kori sighed, running a hand down her face. You were floating in the back of the RV, listening intently to Tim's conspiracies about aliens and attempting to explain your history and more to him.

"I didn't think I had to. I never thought we'd actually have to run into her." She explained and he gave her a hard gaze.

"Yes, but a little heads up would have been nice."

"Well, I didn't know she was going to be here, now did I?!" She snapped and the RV was immediately silenced. She sighed and turned to give the rest of you a reassuring smile and you reluctantly went back to your conversations.

When she was sure they weren't listening, she turned back to Dick, "She's the youngest. After Komander was born without powers, the public and nobles pressed for my parents to have another child. She was born with powers and also the first one in like 5 generations to be born with the power of flight. She's considered a gem in the public eye. She can do no wrong. And she's too young to assume the throne so she's never pressured like Komander, and I were. I'm surprised they even let her off the planet."

Dick cast an uncertain eye on the woman beside him. It was obvious that she had some unresolved issues with you, although he couldn't exactly put his finger on why. From what he gathered, you were pretty delightful and made a cute first impression, unlike the time he met Jason.

"What's this?" You asked loudly, pointing to a hole in their table.

"Um, it's a sink." Gar answered, flustered that you didn't know about its existence, "It's where we wash our hands and dishes and things."

Your face scrunched up, "Well that sounds unhygienic. Can't you just acquire new ones?"

Kori rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" She asked, finally acknowledging you now that she had wrapped her head around it.

Your brows furrowed at her tone as you flew closer to her, "Maybe I'm assuming but are you perhaps angry with me?"

She scoffed. Of course, you didn't even know when you upset someone. People back home usually jump through hoops for you, so it was no wonder that you had absolutely no idea of other people's feelings or thought that you could do any wrong.

"Yes! What the hell are you doing here?! You can't just come to a planet like Earth and then go around causing trouble!"

"Excuse me?" You asked cautiously, trying to reason with her. You had come here to find your older sister because you thought she would know what to do. The more you spoke with her, the less she seemed like the rightful ruler and more like Komander, "What was I meant to do, Kori'Ander? Our parents were murdered, the crown princess disappeared. People began looking toward me for an answer. What was I meant to tell them?"

She scoffed once again and you were starting to get very irritated by the sound, "Of course, couldn't even run a kingdom for a while."

This struck the wrong chord. You were never quite close with your older sisters; they both considered you the runt of the family and frequently made comments about how you were too young to join them on their excursions. Kori would seem like the doting older sister to the public, but you never really connected.

And Komander hated you since birth.

It was undeniable that your parents treasured you. I mean, how could they not when you constantly strived for their attention. You didn't have any friends growing up and your sisters scorned you when you did nothing wrong, so you depended on your parents for intimacy and connection.

It wasn't rare for you to be floating around the throne room, giggling when your father teased you by attempting to catch you, even though you were way out of his reach.

The people treasured you as well, you realized that very early, when you were first introduced to them as a young girl. You had been hiding behind your mother's gown, intimidated by the sheer amount of people and held her skirt in a tight fist.

You remember your parents cooing at you as they slowly revealed you to the rest of them and then the deafening sound of the crowd cheering. Your parents watched with pride as you began flying to try and see just how many people were there and they cheered louder.

You were adored.

And even though you did want to spend time with your sisters and play with them, you were eventually steered away from them by your parents after you had returned to their room in tears and inconsolable when your sisters had slammed their door in your face when you had just asked to play.

"I'm not the one meant to be running the kingdom, Kori. You are the crown princess. It was your duty to be take over the throne or officially abdicate it. Not mine." You explained, not quite understanding why she was being so negative. This had been her birth right and her path, way before you were even born.

You didn't realize it when you were younger but as you came of age, you understood that your role in the royal family wasn't one of politics or even running the kingdom. You were nothing more than a symbol to the people. Of purity, peace, and hope.

That had been made clear, so why was she suddenly expecting you to take over?

Everyone stared out the window, trying extremely hard to blend into the surroundings. While all of them respected Kori a lot, they all knew that she was impulsive and often said things without thinking them through. While Kori was excellent at giving advice, she herself was awful at controlling her emotions and lashed out often.

Tim began making prayers that they would make it through without something catching on fire.

"I realize that (Y/N)! But you're still the princess in our absence! You should have done something instead of running away and make someone solve your problems for you!"

You gasped, "My problems?! The kingdom that you're the ruler of is my problem? I'm the one who's running away? You're the one who ran so far that you went to a completely different planet! You—You zarbnarf!"

Kori froze, watching as your eyes glassed over with furious tears. Immediately, she regretted speaking to you that way, feeling panic build in her system. It was probably because growing up, she had learnt to grow terrified whenever you began crying around her.

Because you were the golden child. The fragile flower among molten rocks and you were treasured by your parents beyond anything. If either Kori or Komander had made you cry, they usually faced a punishment. That was something that you took advantage of, as an immature, mischievous child. When had you grown up so much?

She wanted to apologize, take it back but her pride was swelling so big in her chest that it clogged her throat. She was still angry and humiliated and all the things she felt as a child began coming back to her.

How could she be so immature? She had no idea what happened on Tamaran, and she had been foolish to think it was still the place she considered home. But it was inevitable for the people to ask about their ruler. She had been running away from the thought for too long.

She had completely forgotten that you were left behind in the chaos.

"You abandoned our family! Our people! And for what? A servant’s quarters on wheels?" You spat, turning away from her. She expected you to throw open the door and fly out but instead you stomped over to the seat beside Gar, not noticing the way he began scrambling to wiggly himself out of the booth and away from you.

He was too slow, and you ended up plopping down onto the seat beside him and he stared apprehensively at you from the corner of his eye.

Kori scoffed, "Why don't you just leave?!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms, "I'm done with this conversation but not with you. If your first response to confrontation is to run away, then I can see why you weren't gifted with the power of flight in the first place."

She swelled, puffing out her chest, "You know what—?!"

When Kori realized that you weren't in the mood to talk anymore, she returned to her seat even though she wanted to keep yelling at you. Why did you get to decide when the argument was over? You both weren't on Tamaran anymore and your parents weren't around anymore to scold her for picking a fight with someone so much younger but still, she fumed silently in her seat.

You turned to Gar with an apologetic pout, "I apologize for calling this a servant's quarters. You have a lovely home."

He chuckled at your guilty face, "Yeah, this isn't where we live, we're just using it to get back home."

You gave him a smile, "So you're not feeling hard with me?"

He blushed furiously, ignoring Conner as he laughed quietly into his hand, "Yeah, no hard feelings here."

***

Since you were an "unwelcome" guest in Kori's eyes, you were confined to the couch when you reached the tower. She was expecting you to throw a fit or whine about having to sleep like a servant, but you didn't mind, didn't complain, didn't say anything as you sat silently on the couch.

They didn't know what caused the sudden damp in your mood, you had been smiling the entire trip back, asking questions and making conversation but it was like everything vanished the second you entered their home.

Gar came out of his room in the middle of the night for a snack when he saw you sitting up on the couch, knees pulled to your chest. He thought he would just grab whatever he needed and leave quickly but he heard you sniffle.

"You okay?"

You looked up at him startled, and quickly wiped away your tears before plastering a fake smile on your face, "I am fine. Thank you for asking."

He should have just nodded, giving you an awkward smile before retreating back to his bedroom but he seemed unable to get the apathetic words out at the site of you hiding your faltering smile behind your pink hair.

Superman had kryptonite. He had pretty girls.

"Would you like some ice cream?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Iced screams? What is that?"

He chuckled, finding the way your nose scrunched up absolutely adorable, "Not 'iced screams'. Ice cream."

"Like cold milk?"

"Cold, sweet, hard milk."

You looked mildly repulsed, "I shall decline. Thank you for the offer."

He just breathed out a laugh, sitting next to you with a bowl of cookie dough and two spoons, "Just try it."

You kept giving him cautious glances all while lifting the spoon of the sugary treat to your mouth, watching as he nodded encouragingly and tentatively took a tiny taste (wow alliteration).

Gar had the absolute pleasure of watching your face scrunch up immediately, not expecting it to be that cold but it slowly faded into a small smile at the flavour.

When you had taken another spoon, he glanced at you and noticed your swollen eyes and red nose, "Is everything okay?"

You gave him a small smile and nodded, "I am merely just sick of your home."

He froze in disbelief before reminding himself that you were a literal princess. You were probably very used to luxury and had a literal castle to yourself.

And you're Komander's sister. That part explains a lot.

He shook the thoughts from his head before smiling politely and taking a spoon of ice cream himself when he didn't know how to respond. Luckily, he didn't have to because you continued.

"I know I have been here only a short time, but I miss Tamaran deeply."

The tension in his spine melted away and he slouched with a sigh of relief, "Oh, you're homesick."

You gave him a refined smile, "Yes, I just mentioned about the home-sickness."

"It's not exactly--nevermind."

There was a moment of silence while you quietly ate a couple more spoonfuls of ice cream before Gar spoke again, "No offense but if you miss it so much, why don't you just go back?"

You bit your lip, "My planet is in political instability. I'm unfit to take the throne. So, I vowed to bring the true heir back home."

His brows furrowed, "Why are you unfit to take the throne? You seem smart and powerful."

His compliment had heat raising to your cheeks and you felt a small smile grow on your face before it was dampened by the heavy topic and you sighed, resting your head against the back of the couch.

"My people wish that I take the throne because they see me as a beacon of hope but that is the very reason I am unable. My gift of flight has made me different from the rest of the Tamaraneans, so in a political sense, I have become a figurehead for nobility, equality and neutrality."

He nodded even though he wasn't quite understanding where this was headed.

"Because of this I have been trusted to be a mediator between my planet and others. I am but a symbol of peace. The rulers of other planets trust me because I am not part of the political party on Tamaran. I have never even made my debut into noble society. If I take my place as the ruler, those alliances could fall apart. The common people couldn't possibly understand that."

"So, you're supposed to be this unbiased figurehead but if you acquire any actual power, you think your alliances with other planets will fall apart?" He summarized, wanting to make sure that he actually understood, and you nodded.

"Well, why don't you just tell Kori that? I'm sure she'd understand."

Your eyes drifted to your feet that were folded up onto the sofa, "I was going to, but I lost my temper when she accused me of not taking initiative. She never acknowledged the work I did for my people. I suppose I got defensive."

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze, "It's alright. Second time's the charm."

Your face scrunched up in confusion and he laughed quietly, "I mean, you should try again tomorrow. Maybe it'll go better this time."

"Ah."

"Hey (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Garfield?"

He offered you a small smile, "If it makes any difference, I really do believe that you did the right thing."

You felt the corners of your mouth tug up, "Thank you, Garfield."

***

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[lttl3babybug]

Would you be open to headcanons whit agere logan cg wade? Mabye padded logan

BABY LOGAN 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ You can fit sooo much baby in that little guy :(

Regressor!Logan & Cg!Wade Headcanons

🐾⚔️Logan doesn’t like to admit he’s a little so Wade just kind of had to figure it out.

🐾⚔️He figured it out when he found Logan in the kitchen in the dead of night shoving bedsheets into the washing machine

🐾⚔️The poor little guy was frozen in place when he saw Wade there watching him

Could probably write a one shot abt this…would you guys…want that.

🐾⚔️Anyway 😇

🐾⚔️Wade is overjoyed to take care of little Wolvie!!

🐾⚔️He just loves fussing over him and running his fingers through his little kitty cat hair

🐾⚔️Course Logan loves hates it

🐾⚔️Along with not being a fan of admitting he regresses Logan is also not big on admitting he needs padding or needs it changed

🐾⚔️Which leads to accidents, lashing out, tears and then apology cuddles

🐾⚔️He prefers medical and non patterned padding but on occasion he doesn’t mind the odd animal or circus themed dip

🐾⚔️Prefers to put them on himself because he likes to feel independent still, even while small

🐾⚔️If he’s particularly small or sleepy he will let Wade change him though.

🐾⚔️If they’re out at the store while Logan is small Wade will constantly offer to buy him stuffies and things

🐾⚔️He’ll groan and say no but eventually give in.

🐾⚔️He’s got loads of stuffed animals shoved in his closet because Wade just keeps getting them for him

🐾⚔️He has one particular one that he sleeps with 24/7 though

🐾⚔️He has a birthday bear from the Care Bears

🐾⚔️He hides it under his pillows so no one else sees him

🐾⚔️Wade has a big collection of toys himself cause he’s just a big kid, he’ll happily lend any Logan wants to play with

🐾⚔️I feel like Logan prefers things like Lego’s and just general wooden building blocks that he can build big towers and knock them down

🐾⚔️Play-Doh too, I think it took him awhile to get round to the idea of it but he ends up loving it

🐾⚔️Logan really likes Sylvanian Families (Calico Critters)

🐾⚔️He really likes the Walnut Squirrel Family cause of their bushy tail and the Latte Cat Family cause it’s kittiessss

🐾⚔️He’s got a bunch of the play sets too, the bakery, the houses, the cars, the doctors

🐾⚔️He loves em

🐾⚔️Wade loves playing toys with him too

🐾⚔️Logan spends a lot of his regressed time in his pyjamas or just a shirt and his diaper

🐾⚔️He’s not a big fan of tv while small, he prefers books but he loves Garfield and Pete the Cat

That’s all I can think of for now :3

[frogaroundandfindout]

Random highly specific dick grayson fanfics I’ve been craving

An exhausted 18/19 yr old Dick finding Jason trying to steal the wheels off of Nightbird (his car) and instead of reprimanding him he just launches into a really proud rant about his car and how much work he put into her and god kid you got a good eye for parts. I just replaced the tires with ones where the rubber self heals. And none of that commercial crap either, actual self healing rubber that could get a bullet shot through it and still close up a second later. Oh and did you notice the seats? Just polished the leather on em! Go on sit, sit! Comfy, huh? You wanna get a bite to eat? Cool. I think bat burger’s hero-meal comes with a bat-mobile toy. Not as cool as my lovely lady of course, but close enough. Jason is absolutely baffled. This is Nightwing? The one all those new gangs that moved from bludhaven decided facing was worse than fighting for territory in the narrows? Fleeing unsuccessfully might be add considering Nightwing’s presence in gotham. He was so…nice? In that weird slightly off putting way that most of the real good people he knows have.

Dick and Damian both longing for the days where it was just them: Batman and Robin. The best. Dick having a whole moment where he curls around nearly completed adoption papers and sobs because Damian was his. For a year Damian was his to protect, his to guide, his to love. But now they aren’t even in the same city and barely go on patrols together let alone have movie nights cuddled up on the couch (it’s only reasonable Richard. Penguins huddle to conserve body heat). And Damian in the manor staring blankly at his drawing of gotham that Bruce hung up in his office. He didn’t make it for him. He made it for Richard. But what was he supposed to do when Father saw a piece dedicated to “dad” while Damian was flipping through his sketchbook? Tell him it was actually for his oldest son instead of him? Tell him that sometimes Damian wishes bruce never came back so that Richard didn’t have step back from them?

Dick who cooks tons of different cultural dishes within the same meal (like rice and curry served at the same time as sushi and fried plantains) and when questioned about it he’s just like ???? That’s what my mom used to do??? We lived in so many different places it felt weird limiting our food to one culture per meal.

Dick being like Garfield Logan’s big brother long before Jason comes into the mix. Gar frequently turning into a baby elephant just because it makes dick coo over him more than any form. Even a kitten!

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Nightwing: A Setting Sun - Lasting Dawn; The Misery Years Ends

by InkBlot31 This takes an alt take from A Series of Doubts and continues after Slade raped Dick Grayson in Stockholm ( continued from one shot Sladin or Bust) and then says that he cannot get back to his time and sent the real Slade to navigate through it on his own. Dick makes a proposal to save the Nightwing of fake Slade's alternative world as a way to recover his own - yet will the crazier and possessive fake actually want to be sent to a world of flying cars, robots and his boyfriend being a solid overlord that has enslaved all of the heroes and those that oppose his laws? Find out as we dive back into apocalypse town - Lasting Dawn the Misery Years ; End, continues! Read on! Words: 9186, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Titans (Animated Series), Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Superman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, alternative world Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghoul, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, William Wintergreen, Lex Luthor, Barbara Gordon, Joseph Wilson (DCU), Rachel Roth, Victor Stone, Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Warp (DCU), Overlord Dick Grayson, M'ari Grayson, Komand'r (DCU), Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent, Kara Kent | Earth-3839 Supergirl, Jaime Reyes, William Cobb (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, John Constantine & Slade Wilson, Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Future overlords, Alternative Timelines, Creepy alternative version Slade Wilson, Dock Grayson getting groomed unaware, Nightwing being manhandled by a psycho, batfam trying to save nightwibg from false slade, dick Grayson in alt future passing on Cobb's dignity, Barbara Gordon trying to forget about her ex partner, Kori Anderson forgiving Dick Grayson, Jason Todd pissed off at everyone and everything, John Constantine hates Slade but helps Batman, Wintergreen saves last of false Slade's kids from dying, Raven and Warp work to find way out of other world in alternate world, Cyborg and Blue Beetle become partners to help Raven, Beastboy hunts down real Slade in other timeline, Dick Grayson gets repeatedly molested by his keeper, Slade is forced to know boundaries but lies to his partner, Dick Grayson refuses the role of Talon, Talia Al Ghul in future is married to Dick Grayson's alternate self, Damian hates his psuedo Father, Richard is a dictator in future Bludhaven via https://ift.tt/lDXbcWp

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Mating Season #2

(Garfield Logan Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Beastie_Boy107]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 4293

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Oral

Fingering

Overstimulation

Choking

Hair pulling

Cursing

Mentions of abuse

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     "Good morning," Gar whispers, littering soft kisses over my shoulder.

     "Morning," I whisper back, shifting to turn towards him. I wince in pain, my body aching everywhere from the night before.

     "I'm sorry," he says, covering my cheeks and nose with butterfly kisses. "Are you okay?"

     "Ya, just a little sore."

     "I'm sorry," Garfield says again, his hands sliding down my sides and taking hold of my hips. The bruises there ache under his touch. "You go take a relaxing shower, ya? And I'll run to the drug store." I hum in response, closing my eyes again to soak in the warmth of our bed. "I'll be right back" he says, placing a soft kiss on my lips before rolling out of bed.

     I listen to Gar shuffling around the room before slipping out the door. I stay in bed for a few minutes before finally sitting up. Pain creeps up the scratch on my back and aches pool at the bite marks covering my stomach. "It's going to be a very long day," I mumble to myself, slowly crawling out of bed.

     The walk to the bathroom is slow, my hips screaming in disagreement as I force myself to move. After the struggle to get to the bathroom, I start the water and decide to take a bath instead of a shower. There is no way I'll be able to stand long enough to shower.

     As the tub fills, I take the chance to check my nudeness in the body mirror. After last night I'm more marks than skin. I do a quick tally count of markings; 53 hickies, 27 scratches, and 89 bite marks. "The fuck Gar?" I ask the empty room. No wonder I'm in so much pain.

      I shake the image out of my head and waddle towards the tub. I turn the water off and dump in some non-scented Epsom salt. The last thing I need is any of the wounds to get infected from scented bath salts. It's a bit of a struggle trying to lift myself into the bath and then sit down but I do manage with a lot of aches and pains but hey, I did it.

     I'm not in the bath long before Garfield is back from the store. "Babe?" he calls, popping his head into the bathroom. "There you are," He chirps, walking into the bathroom with a bag on his arm. He sets it down on the sink before coming to sit next to the tub. "You feeling better?"

     "A bit," I answer, leaning forward to press my forehead against his.

      Garfield smiles at me, sticking his hands into the water to hold my sides. Once again, his fingertips are pushing into more marks but that's no surprise. It's hard not to with how many there are. "You look so pretty," he murmurs, rubbing circles into my skin.

     Gar's head picks up before dipping down to my neck. "Don't you dare," I hiss, lifting my hands from the water to tug his head away from me.

     "Why not?" he whines, tugging my hands out his hair and dipping his head back down. "You look so pretty with them, and I want to give you more." Beasty keeps a hold of my wrists in his hands as he starts licking me, using his tongue to trace over his workings of last night.

     "You should really talk to Nightwing," I say, trying to ignore the feeling of him and the stirring starting to build between my legs.

     "Why would I do that?"

     Beasty's teeth skim over the skin of my shoulder which is a nice break from the constant attacks that have been happening since yesterday. "To try and help with this. Not to be graphic but we don't know how long your... um... 'mating season' will last. I don't mind the aggression, but I hurt... a lot. If we're not careful I could get seriously hurt."

     "I'm sorry. I don't like hurting you and I'm trying really hard not to," he says, his lips grazing the top of my breast as he speaks.

     "I know, Gar. It's just a lot on my body."

     He hums, pressing kisses across my breasts before turning his lips towards my wrists still held in his hands. There's bruises around them from Beasty's tight hold last night. He works his way up from my wrists across my forearms and up my triceps before settling on my shoulder again. New hickies are left in his wake.

     "Gar," I whine, shifting in the tub to try detaching him from me. "Knock it off. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you."

     "Let me fuck you again and then we can go talk to Nightwing," he bargains, dropping my wrists so he can dunk his hands into the tub and wrap them around my legs. "I promise I'll make you feel good instead of just prepping you to take me. I'll be soft too, I swear."

     "Lair," I mumble, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me out of the tub. Water drips off of me, all over the floor, as Gar carries me from the bathroom to the bed. He's gentle as he lays me down. Once I'm settled, he drops to his knees to kneel on the floor in front of me.

     Beasty wastes no time, peeling my legs open and attaching his mouth to my inner thighs. He stays gentle, simply placing kisses along my body instead of sucking and biting the skin. "You're going to taste so good," he hums against me before sliding his tongue out to lick the water droplets off of me. His words send a wave of excitement through me, starting from my cunt before spreading through the rest of me.

     His tongue works its way up from my legs to my clit. Soft circles are licked over my nerve bundle, causing moans to roll out of me. "Garfield," I whine, reaching down for him. He shifts, sliding his arms under my knees and resting his hands on my hips. My fingertips slide over his shoulders, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. He takes his time on my clit before sliding his tongue down my pussy.

     Gar teases me with soft licks around my hole before plunging his tongue into me. My back arches some as the band in my groin tightens. "Please?" I whimper, my nails riding up from his shoulder blades to the top of his shoulders.

     "Please what?" Beasty asks, causing me to lose the friction. I don't lose it for long though. Once the words are out, he's right back to tongue fucking me.

     "I need more," I blabber, sliding my hands to the ends of his hair. He hums, slithering his tongue back to my clit as he uses his fingertip to trace my opening.  "Stop teasing," I huff, bucking my hips. I get what I want, two of his fingertips dipped into me. Garfield licks at me lazily as he moves his fingers slowly. Every now and again he curls them in me, getting a rewarding moan out of me each time. He continues this slow pace until my climax hits.

     My fingers curl in his hair as my inner walls cling to his fingers. Gar keeps working on me until I ride out my high, and even after he keeps tunning me. "Just fuck me," I whine, trying to tug him up my body.

     "Not yet Baby. I want you to feel good."

     "I do feel good," I whine again, tugging on the strands of hair wrapped up in my hands. Beasty ignores me, choosing to suck on my clit and work his fingers in me instead. It doesn't take long for my second orgasm to build up and wash over me again. "Come on," I say, my breath heavy, "Please fuck me, Gar."

     "Just one more," He answers, pulling his fingers out of me and replacing it with his tongue. His tongue works my insides as his thumb focuses on my clit. The sensation is sharp from overstimulation as the pleasure races through my body. My legs start to shake as my third orgasm builds up. I end up squeezing around Beasty's head as I come undone again.

     "Good girl," He hums, making soft licks through my folds. Garfield lifts his head to look up at me. His face is dripping from my juices and his eyes are slitted like they were last night. My legs start to close again but he stops them, pushing them open and crawling between them in order to keep them open.

     Soft kisses are littered over my stomach as my boyfriend works himself out of his clothing. His skin is warm against mine as it comes in contact with me. "You should go on birth control," Gar says, digging his arm under me before flipping me onto my knees.

     "Why?" I ask hazily, moving my arms to prop myself up.

     "So I can keep creampie-ing you," Beasty answers, lining himself up to me. "It'll be cheaper than constantly buying Plan-Bs."

     Garfield pushes the head of his penis into me, only going in an inch or two before pulling out again. He continues doing this as he slides his hand up my back and over my shoulder before wrapping around my neck. He uses this to prep me up, still on my knees but my back is arched, and my head is rested against his chest. "I didn't get to see your face last night. I want to make sure I see it now," he mumbles, softly kissing my lips before thrusting his full length into me.

     His grip tightens around my throat, cutting off most of the air flow. Just like his fingers, he slowly thrusts into me, but unlike before, the impact is harder. My hands slide up his arms, wrapping my fingers around his as I try to loosen his grip. Gar's thrusts are almost painfully slow as I feel myself tightening around him. The pleasure is still paired with the sharpness of overstimulation, causing the slow pace to be even more unbearable.

     "I'm sorry," He whispers into my ear. After a few more thrusts he lets go of me. From the lack of support, I fall back onto all fours. Before I have time to regain my balance, Beasty grabs my hips, using them to force me back onto his dick. His pulling picks up along with his thrusts.

     "Hey!" I yelp, unable to balance myself from the constant movement. "You said... said you were going to be gentle."

     Gar ignores me. Instead, he pushes down on my back, causing my arms to go out from under me. His hand buries into my hair, forcing my head backwards and my back to arch. "I said I wanted to see your face," he says, still using his other hand to force my hips to meet his. "Stay in place."

     After the order is let out, Beasty's hand leaves my hair and wraps around my neck again. His eyes stay locked on me, the slits of them causing small shots of fear to mix in with my arousal. Tears prickle the sides of my eyes from continual overstimulation and lack of air. "Don't cry, Baby. I'm almost done, I promise," Gar says, rubbing the side of my neck with his thumb.

     Garfield dips his head, placing a kiss to my lips before littering the rest of my face with kisses as well. "Fuck," he mumbles, letting go of my neck and dropping his hand back down to my waist. His claws dig into my hips, scratching down them as he forces them back. Beasty is bottomed out in me, every centimeter of his dick being gripped by my pussy. Within seconds, my womb is filled by Gar, the same warm feeling from last night filling me up once again.

     He stays tucked in me, claws still dig in my skin, as he slumps on top of me, causing me to fall on to my stomach with my ass still propped in the air. His breath is heavy huffs of air. His body is warm and sticky against my own. "Gar," I murmur, shift my hips to try and get him to release me.

     "Don't do that," He barks, picking his head up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell," He murmurs, laying his head back down on my shoulder.

     Beasty rests against me for a few minutes before straightening up again. Kisses are planted along my spine as he slowly slides out of me. "Don't move. I'll be right back," He orders before slipping off the bed and walking away from me.

     I can feel Garfield's seed leak out of me as I wait for him. The bed dips when he appears back behind me. "That won't do," he mumbles, using his fingers to shove his cum back into me. His free hand falls to my stomach, pushing it up so my ass raises more.

     "Gar-"

     "I want to watch it drain into you," He says, running a warm rag along the insides of my thighs.

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     Garfield's hands wonder around my body, underneath my sweatshirt and his head is buried in my hoodie collar as he nibbles on my neck.

     "Knock it off," I say, trying to shrug him off of me as we approach the Mountain's living room.

     "No," He whines, sliding his hands to the waist band of my yoga pants. His fingertips dip down, messing with the waist band of my underwear. "You went and covered all my work. Now people can't see that you're mine."

     "Oh yes, cause I'm sure everyone would react in a 'oh that's Gar's girl' way and not in a 'oh my god Gar beat the shit out of her' way," I sarcastically whisper as we get closer to the common area. He whines again, but complies by pulling his mouth off of me and lifting his hands to my stomach. They're still under my sweatshirt but it's improvement.

     "Good morning!" Robin says as we enter the room.

     "Good morning Rob," I answer, holding back a wince forming from Garfield digging his claws into me. Robin glances at Garfield's arms around me but doesn't say anything as he turns back to his book. "Hey Rob?" I call out, pushing Garfield's arms off me and walking towards Batman's protégé.

     "What's up?" Robin asks, glancing up from his book.

     "Do you know where Nightwing is?"

     Robin's mask locks on my neck. His mouth opens a couple times but closes again after each attempt to speak. "I... I'm... not sure," He says, glancing at Gar before leaning forward and tugging my hoodie down some. His mask lenses widen at the sight of my neck.

     "I'll go find him for you," Jaime peeps up, but Robin cuts him off.

     "No, no, I'll go find him. You chill here with Jaime, ya?" He asks, standing up and resting his hands on my shoulders. "Ya, good plan," He answers himself, softly pushing me toward the couch and plopping me down next to Jaime.

     Robin quickly turns on his heels and pretty much runs out of the room, leaving everyone in the room very confused.

     "I fucking told you," I say to Beasty, propping my feet up in the coffee table and shoving my hands into my front pocket before snuggling into my hoodie.

     "Ya, ya, ya," Gar mumbles, taking wide strides toward me. When he gets in front of me, he gently lifts my head and plants a kiss on my lips.

     "Get a room bro," Cassy teases as she pretends to throw up.

     My boyfriend rolls his eyes before sitting down next to me. He tucks his hands back under my hoodie, wondering them up to the underwire of my bra. Gar tucks his head back into my collar, littering my already bruised skin with more nips. He does as he pleases, half pulling me onto his lap during the process. 

     "Maybe chill a little," Jaime peeps out, glancing between us and the tv.

     "Maybe shut up," Beasty says, pulling me the rest of the way on his lap. His fingertips slither under my bra and start pawing at my breasts.

     "Garfield!" Nightwing yells, the sound of his stomps and Robin's soft pitter patter filling the emptiness afterwards. Gar ignores it though, continuing to fettle with me. Though, the nipping has switched to kitty licks. "Garfield," Nightwing repeats a lot calmer as he appears in the room. "We should talk."

     "Ya, probably," he mumbles, dropping his hands down to my waist and lifting me up as he stands. 

     "Maybe let's not have you do that," Nightwing says, tearing me from Gar and placing me on my feet in front of him. 

     The pressure of holding my own weight sends numbing shoots of pain through my hips. The walk to the living room was quite tiring and painful, so I'm sure this walk will be the same. "Ya, no," Gar says, lifting me up again before heading out of the room. 

     "I can walk, Babe," I say, letting my legs dangle as I hold on to his neck.

     "You can but you shouldn't."

     I can feel Nightwing's glare as we walk through the mountain. The glare doesn't loosen as we enter the Medbay and sure as hell doesn't loosen when Garfield sets me on one of the beds. "So..." Gar starts, nervously rubbing his neck. "I fucked-" literally "-up a bit." 

     "No shit, really? From what Robin tells me it's not 'a bit', it's a lot," Nightwing says, still glaring at Gar as Robin attempts to send me a comforting smile.

     "Hey I can explain-" 

     Nightwing waves Gar off. Instead, the older hero walks up to me. "Do you mind undressing? We need to check for injuries."

     "Technically they're not injuries. They're-"

     "If you are uncomfortable, I can ask Cassy or Batgirl to do the injury report. Or if Garfield is making you feel unsafe, I can have him moved to different room."

     "Gar doesn't making me feel unsafe, and I don't care if you check me over," I answer, tugging my hoodie off before sliding off the bed. "They're not injuries though."

     "This is a safe space. If Garfield is hurting you-" Robin starts but cuts himself off when he looks down my body. Nightwing and Robin stand still as they look over me, both of their mouths open and their faces scrunched up. 

     "If you don't see those as injuries, what do you see them as?" Robin asks, glancing between me and his notepad as he starts his report.

     "Love marks..." I say, wrapping my arms around my chest with the sudden awareness of how exposed I am. 

     Garfield's eyes are also locked on me, his pupils slitted like I've grown use too. He walks towards me, causing Robin and Nightwing to stiffen up. Gar's arms wrap around my own in an attempt to cover me some more. "I think my... uh... aggression and... protectiveness is connected to my animalistic genes."

     Nightwing glances between the two of us before looking down at his own report. He repeats this a few times, struggling to come up with a reply. "Possibly," He finally breathes out, taking a step forward to untangle Beasty from me. "So... I... have questions," OG Robin says, pulling up a wheely chair to sit in. My boyfriend isn't too happy with being removed from me, but he doesn't reattach himself. Instead, he sits on the hospital bed. "First is there more - uh - 'love bites'?"

     "Ya there is," I answer tugging my yoga pants off before joining Gar on the bed.

     "What the fuck?" Robin mumbles when he gets a look at my legs. He takes a second, walking to the other end of the room before appearing next to Nightwing again. He pulls up his own chair but places it in front of me. "May I?" He asks gently, tapping his fingertips on top of my legs.

     "Yes."

     "No," Gar answers, pushing Robin's hand off of me. 

     "Gar," I say, glancing at him. "If you're going to act like this you can't be in here as I get checked over." He mumbles to himself before shifting away from me a bit. "Yes, you can," I repeat, turning my attention to Robin. 

     Nightwing glances between Gar and me as Robin opens my legs to checks over my wounds. Robin's hands feel cold against me as he presses and prods at me. "Turn around," he says once he's done checking my front and legs. I obey, turning around to face the wall. "That's... not better," he mumbles, shifting around and causing his chair to squeak. 

     "So... um... was protection used?" Nightwing stumbles out, his pen scratching against his notebook.

     "No, but she did take a Plan B this morning," Gar answers, shifting backwards so he can look at me. His hands make contact with my waist, rubbing up and down my sides as his eyes wonder. 

     "You guys really need to be using protection. If condoms aren't something you want to use, birth control needs to be taken instead. Though I do recommend continuing to use condoms even if you decide to start using any form of birth control." Nightwing stops for a minute, taking a breather before he continues talking. "How many times did you... ya... in her... ya," Nightwing asks, struggling to come up with the right words.

     "Does it matter?" Gar asks, attaching his mouth to my shoulder. 

     "Please stop that," Our leader starts, "And yes, a bit. The more... attempts, the higher chances of pregnancy."

     "I don't know, like-" Gar starts, ignoring the order and continuing to suck on me.

     "Four last night and once this morning," I answer, trying hard not to pull away from the stinging Robin's fingers are causing. The two bat protégées stare at us for a while before going back to their work.

     "Okay... we are going to... uh... have another checkup in two weeks to... check the efficiency of the Plan B. For you Gar, we're going to run a blood test," Nightwing says, stumbling over his words. Robin's hands drop off of me before turning towards his own report.

     "Why?" He asks, detaching long enough for me to turn around. It's not long until Beasty is reattached, this time to my neck. 

     "Knock it off," The adult in the room says, tugging Garfield off of me. "What is up with you?"

     "I don't know. I can't help myself. I just need to do it. And I really, really need to be..." Gar cuts himself off, shifting himself around before hopping off the bed.

     "Okay... We're going to run a blood test on you to get a better understanding of what's going on and hopefully be able to find a solution to... this," Og says, motioning towards me.

     "I mean, a solution would be nice. I don't like constantly being angry and... ya... but she should be fine. A little achy but she'll be okay in a couple days so it shouldn't really matter if it happens again," Gar says, picking up my clothes and helping me put them back on.

     "I wouldn't be too sure of that," Robin says, looking up from his notebook. "Bite marks - which seems to be most of the wounds - can lead to tissue damage and blood clotting. Hickies can also lead to blood clots. Not to mention if any of the wounds - scratches included - get infected it can lead to fevers, and headaches, and possibly death."

     "Oh," Gar whispers, pulling my hoodie over my head and shimming it into place.

     "Luckily I don't see any blood clotting at the moment, but I'll have to check again in a couple days," Robin adds, glancing at me before continuing to write.

     "Do not be adding any more, you hear me?" Nightwing asks, glaring at Garfield once again. "In the meantime," he continues, turning towards me, "Take aspirin to avoid a blood clot building, make sure you're drinking plenty of water, and I recommend cold compresses. Try mixing peppermint oil with lotion and applying that too." 

     "Why peppermint oil?" I ask, watching as Robin prepares to take Garfield's blood sample.

     "Peppermint oil helps repair broken blood vessels and broken tissue," Nightwing answers, continuing to write his own report.

     "Arm please," Robin asks Gar, holding a needle in his hand. Beasty obeys, stretching his arm out so Robin can extract his blood. "I'll get it tested and let you know the results by the end of the day."

     "You're excused now," Nightwing says once Robin is done.

     Gar helps me off the bed, holding me up as we walk out of the room. "So... how are you feeling?" I ask as we walk back towards our room. 

     "On one hand, I feel really bad for hurting you and I don't want to leave anymore markings," He answers, lifting me up before pushing the bedroom door open so he can walk through. 

     "On the other hand?" I ask as my back comes in contact with our bed.

     Beasty crawls between my legs, his hands sliding under my hoodie again. "On the other hand, Nightwing telling me what I can and can't do to your body really makes me want to leave more. Not to mention the building need to fuck you again after watching Robin running his hands over you." Gar's words fill me up and let me know we’re going to be having a very active day today.

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[ao3feed-jaydick]

Nightwing: A Setting Sun - Lasting Dawn; The Misery Years Ends

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56662147 by InkBlot31 This takes an alt take from A Series of Doubts and continues after Slade raped Dick Grayson in Stockholm ( continued from one shot Sladin or Bust) and then says that he cannot get back to his time and sent the real Slade to navigate through it on his own. Dick makes a proposal to save the Nightwing of fake Slade's alternative world as a way to recover his own - yet will the crazier and possessive fake actually want to be sent to a world of flying cars, robots and his boyfriend being a solid overlord that has enslaved all of the heroes and those that oppose his laws? Find out as we dive back into apocalypse town - Lasting Dawn the Misery Years ; End, continues! Read on! Words: 9186, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Titans (Animated Series), Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Superman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, alternative world Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghoul, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, William Wintergreen, Lex Luthor, Barbara Gordon, Joseph Wilson (DCU), Rachel Roth, Victor Stone, Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Warp (DCU), Overlord Dick Grayson, M'ari Grayson, Komand'r (DCU), Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent, Kara Kent | Earth-3839 Supergirl, Jaime Reyes, William Cobb (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, John Constantine & Slade Wilson, Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Future overlords, Alternative Timelines, Creepy alternative version Slade Wilson, Dock Grayson getting groomed unaware, Nightwing being manhandled by a psycho, batfam trying to save nightwibg from false slade, dick Grayson in alt future passing on Cobb's dignity, Barbara Gordon trying to forget about her ex partner, Kori Anderson forgiving Dick Grayson, Jason Todd pissed off at everyone and everything, John Constantine hates Slade but helps Batman, Wintergreen saves last of false Slade's kids from dying, Raven and Warp work to find way out of other world in alternate world, Cyborg and Blue Beetle become partners to help Raven, Beastboy hunts down real Slade in other timeline, Dick Grayson gets repeatedly molested by his keeper, Slade is forced to know boundaries but lies to his partner, Dick Grayson refuses the role of Talon, Talia Al Ghul in future is married to Dick Grayson's alternate self, Damian hates his psuedo Father, Richard is a dictator in future Bludhaven read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56662147

[ao3feed-sladedick]

Nightwing: A Setting Sun - Lasting Dawn; The Misery Years Ends

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Zhvr4ws by InkBlot31 This takes an alt take from A Series of Doubts and continues after Slade raped Dick Grayson in Stockholm ( continued from one shot Sladin or Bust) and then says that he cannot get back to his time and sent the real Slade to navigate through it on his own. Dick makes a proposal to save the Nightwing of fake Slade's alternative world as a way to recover his own - yet will the crazier and possessive fake actually want to be sent to a world of flying cars, robots and his boyfriend being a solid overlord that has enslaved all of the heroes and those that oppose his laws? Find out as we dive back into apocalypse town - Lasting Dawn the Misery Years ; End, continues! Read on! Words: 9186, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Titans (Animated Series), Batman - All Media Types, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Superman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, alternative world Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Talia al Ghoul, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, William Wintergreen, Lex Luthor, Barbara Gordon, Joseph Wilson (DCU), Rachel Roth, Victor Stone, Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Warp (DCU), Overlord Dick Grayson, M'ari Grayson, Komand'r (DCU), Clark Kent, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent, Kara Kent | Earth-3839 Supergirl, Jaime Reyes, William Cobb (DCU) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, John Constantine & Slade Wilson, Barbara Gordon & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Future overlords, Alternative Timelines, Creepy alternative version Slade Wilson, Dock Grayson getting groomed unaware, Nightwing being manhandled by a psycho, batfam trying to save nightwibg from false slade, dick Grayson in alt future passing on Cobb's dignity, Barbara Gordon trying to forget about her ex partner, Kori Anderson forgiving Dick Grayson, Jason Todd pissed off at everyone and everything, John Constantine hates Slade but helps Batman, Wintergreen saves last of false Slade's kids from dying, Raven and Warp work to find way out of other world in alternate world, Cyborg and Blue Beetle become partners to help Raven, Beastboy hunts down real Slade in other timeline, Dick Grayson gets repeatedly molested by his keeper, Slade is forced to know boundaries but lies to his partner, Dick Grayson refuses the role of Talon, Talia Al Ghul in future is married to Dick Grayson's alternate self, Damian hates his psuedo Father, Richard is a dictator in future Bludhaven read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Zhvr4ws

[spencerrscardigans]

blog introduction!

hello! finally, after a long time of wanting to, i finally decided to make a blog! as i am still planning and putting everything together, i thought that i may as well post an introduction post!

my main focus for this blog likely will be for writing some original work and mainly fanfic writing, and likely some chronic illness/disability content!

my inspiration to create this came from my longtime longing to write and share my own work as i have been an avid reader, especially of fanfics, and i have many, many, ideas living in my head. i originally started planning out a few (a lot) of multi chapter stories, both fanfics and original work/ideas, and i had everything planned out thoroughly, however since i had never committed to writing something to that extent, i thought where best to start than with one-shots and short stories!

besides the writing, i also was inspired to post about and make content about chronic illness and disability as it is something that i live with and is a big part of my life, and when i first started my “journey” of learning how to live with these things, i felt very alone and craved to have somewhere where i could relate and feel less alone in my experiences, so my hope with this blog is to be a place and resource to do such a thing that i, and likely many others would seek out.

about the person behind the blog!

you can call me mae, and my pronouns are she/her, and i am eighteen years old

some of my interests include, reading, educating myself on pretty much anything i possibly can, but especially science related things, writing, poetry, baking, gardening, photography, knitting (attempting to) and crocheting, sewing, and would also love to get into pottery!

i love listening to music, with some (but not limited to) of my favourite artists being david bowie, the smiths, hozier, taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, tv girl, mac demarco, mitski, and big thief! (inspo for some of my writing)

some of my favourite tv shows, movies, books and general fandoms i am in include (in no particular order) the walking dead, fleabag, all the bright places, criminal minds, bones, the last of us, dead poets society, harry potter, house, greys anatomy, stranger things, and i have just recently started getting into the x-files

plans i have for my writing

i have many, many, writing ideas, especially for fanfics and one-shots, and some of (but not limited to) the characters i will be writing (platonic and romantic) for include:

(for marvel) peter parker (mainly tom holland and andrew garfield’s spider-man’s), pietro maximoff, bucky barnes, logan howlett, matt murdock, stephen strange, natasha romanoff, loki, bruce banner, tony stark

(for twd) daryl dixon, rick grimes, maggie greene/rhee, glenn rhee, carl grimes, rosita espinosa

(for tlou) joel miller, ellie williams

(for criminal minds) spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, derek morgan

(for harry potter) fred and george weasley, remus lupin, sirius black, james potter

(stranger things) steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckly

(the x files) fox mulder, dana scully

there is probably many characters missing from my list above, which is why i will be creating a separate post that will go more into detail about the characters i plan on writing for. i will also be creating a separate post that goes more in detail about the types of writing that i will do, and the types that i will not write, and will include a link for requests.

as my writing/blog progresses, i will be making a navigation post that will have links to important information like my blog rules, masterlists and etcetera, but i thought that i might as well include some info here so you know what to expect!

[smileyallthetime77]

Taylor Swift / Question 32

The song is “Death By A Thousand Cuts” by Taylor Swift in 2019 on the album “Lover”. Who would you like to see with this song in a one-shot?

[disniq]

Season 1, Episode 4, “Doom Patrol”

The backdoor pilot to a show that is significantly better than this one

(No seriously, if you haven’t watched Doom Patrol you should. It has even more batshit comics energy than Titans and is significantly funnier, queerer, and with 200% more found family vibes.)

We start this episode with another traumatic flashback! Yay!

Congo, two years ago, and Garfield Logan is dying of some mystery disease in a field quarantine tent. The doctors decide it’s a lost cause and abandon the camp but, luckily for Gar, Chief of Unethical Experimentation himself, Dr Niles Caulder is sneaking around looking for victims people to save.

He injects Gar with mountain dew, which I’m sure is properly medically licenced.

In present day, Rachel runs into the woods and is promptly pursued by bear tiger. She’s awful chill about a tiger turning into a boy and pulling the ‘Come with me if you want to live’ line, but then again she did just blow up a convent with her evil mirror possession powers so. Sure.

Dick and Kori head back to said blown up convent, are told by the sister that “There’s no stopping it now”, and then argue about who’s fault it is for leaving Rachel unsupervised despite the fact that they both left her!

He's got the spirit!

Rach and Gar have a cute little bonding moment over being weirdos on their way to meet Gar’s crew of even weirder weirdos (affectionate)!

They take a minor detour to scare the shit out of some random hunters, because killing nuns is fine but killing a deer is a step too far. One of the hunters gets shot in the kerfuffle, the deer dies anyway, and Rachel gets weepy about it. Gar is a goddamn saint, so he comforts her and they continue on their journey.

Only, SURPRISE, the deer suddenly gets up again because Rachel’s powers can heal too!

Gar shows Rachel his nerd basement (I am high key jealous, negl). Rach isn’t as impressed as I am, but they bond over dead parents for long enough for us to slide into the character introduction portion of the episode!

Left to right, we have:

Cliff Steele, AKA the Robotman, a former racecar driver and piece of shit that “died” in a car accident. Dr Caulder “saved” him by transplanting his brain into a robot body. Larry Trainor, AKA Negative Man, a former air force pilot that flew into cloud of negative energy which gave him fully body radiation burns, hence the bandages. And Rita Farr, AKA Elastiwoman, who’s molecular structure is um. Gooey. Because of some toxic water.

Gar admits her brought Rachel over to see if Dr Caulder, AKA the Chief, can… “help her”, whatever that means, and they invite Rachel to stay for dinner.

Not much happens here that isn’t character intro for the Doom Patrol series, but I do like them. They’re sarcastic and damaged and actually care about one another in a way the Titans never manage to acheive.

Anyway, dinner is interrupted by Chief bringing home a new victim patient - a woman who was caught up in a liquid nitrogen explosion and is now blue and so cold she burns. Chief injects her with his magic apparently multi-purpose serum, but OH NO, it’s making things worse! The woman wakes up and panics, because she’s in a gothic Frankenstein type basement lab surrounded by strangers, and Rachel steps in to help ease the pain with her powers, because that’s apparently a thing she can do now.

At any rate, it works and the woman stabilises!

Chief finds time to give Gar some deep-seated self-worth issues by implying that Gar leaving the house puts everyone else at risk, and that anything less than total obedience makes him selfish and untrustworthy. Which I think explains a lot of Gar’s deferral to Dick later tbh.

Leave him alone, he is the one actually decent person in this show!

Meanwhile, Dick flashes his police badge to get information on the hunters from earlier and he and Kori track them down for a little light, uh. “Questioning”. The guy is a little uncooperative, but Dick goes full apeshit on the dude, punching him in the face and basically accusing him of raping and murdering Rachel.

Kori stops him, but only after noticing the hunter guy’s kid peeking around the door because beating a man for no reason and beating a man for no reason while his kid watches are fundamentally different things of course. Dick finally backs off, the guy reluctantly directs them to the old abandoned Caulder house, and Kori offers him some cash for his time and broken nose.

True heroes.

Kori at least calls Dick out on his simmering repressed violence.

There’s this fantastic hypocricy in how Dick continuously blames his issues on Bruce and talks about how he doesn't want Rachel (and later, Gar and Jason and the other "kids") to make the same mistakes he did in trusting the wrong person at the wrong time. But then he puts himself in that secretive mentor position, withholding information he doesn't think they can handle, demanding trust when it isn't deserved and going off to do everything solo.

Dick talks about breaking the cycle a lot without actually doing much to make it happen, and that theme is established pretty early on.

Anyway, back at the house Dr Caulder is gearing up for some more medical malpractice!

Are you sure?

He straps Rachel down under the guise of “running some tests”, and then decides he’s going to remove the source of her power even when she changes her mind. This goes about as well as you’d expect.

Gar tries to stop Chief and unstrap Rachel, because he’s a good boy. Dr Caulder shoots Gar with a tranq dart, because he’s very much not.

Naturally, this kicks off Rachel’s demonic powers again just in time for Dick and Kori to arrive!

After a brief, perfunctory confrontation with the Doom Patrol, Dick makes it down to the creepy lab basement in time to see Rachel opening some kind of portal.

One conversation with Kori, and Dick has changed his mind about his lone wolf stance! Rachel isn’t alone, he’s there for her now! And he’s not going anywhere! [lie]

At any rate, it works! The portal closes, her inky tornado thingy vanishes, and they hug it out. Aww.

The Doom Patrol see this as an opportunity to let Gar be an outside kitty, and send him off with this new group of misfits.

Unfortunately for Dr Caulder, his spine is already broken again and we leave him with one last shot of him looking mournfully out of a window from his wheelchair.

You brought this on yourself, dude.

[Titans rewatch]

[arewordsenough]

Rated Explicit - 2.2k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Dick needs some extra magical help with the Titans' latest fight. Calling on Constantine wasn't something he wanted to do, nor was this how he expected the magic to work.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured group: Dick Grayson/Garfield Logan/John Constantine

Key tags: Sex Magic, Threesome

[dark-roleplay-finder]

Hello! 21+, non-binary (they/them) here, and this might be a long shot but there's a certain rare pair I'm craving. I'm looking for anyone willing to write Dick Grayson/Garfield Logan(Beast Boy) from Teen Titans. I really want to write Beast Boy so looking for anyone up for writing Dick Grayson in a romantic RP (with smut involved).

My writing style: ☆ I write somewhere between 2-5+ paragraphs, but I'm not picky about length-- just please no one liners ☆ Semi-lit to literate ☆ I'm in Uni so I can't promise daily RP replies but I try my best to keep them frequent. ☆ Discord only

If you're interested please leave a note and send you a DM! 🌈

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[findroleplay]

Hello! 21+, non-binary (they/them) here, and this might be a long shot but there's a certain rare pair I'm craving. I'm looking for anyone willing to write Dick Grayson/Garfield Logan(Beast Boy) from Teen Titans. I really want to write Beast Boy so looking for anyone up for writing Dick Grayson in a romantic RP (with smut involved).

My writing style: ☆ I write somewhere between 2-5+ paragraphs, but I'm not picky about length-- just please no one liners ☆ Semi-lit to literate ☆ I'm in Uni so I can't promise daily RP replies but I try my best to keep them frequent. ☆ Discord only

If you're interested please leave a note and send you a DM!

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