#prompt: desperation

[serickswrites]

Devil’s Advocate

Warnings: self sacrifice, restraints, gags, implied captivity, implied torture

Whumpee froze as they entered the clearing and saw Caretaker in Whumper’s arms. Caretaker thrashed wildly trying to break free from ropes binding their wrists behind their back, their jaw working furiously around the gag in their mouth. 

“Let them go!” Whumpee called at Whumper as they walked forward. 

Whumper tightened their grip on Caretaker’s arm, bending it just past the point of pain. Caretaker groaned around the gag. “If your intent is to hurt Caretaker, by all means keep walking, Whumpee.”

Whumpee froze once more. “Don’t....don’t hurt them. Please.” 

“But I want to Whumpee. I want to.” Whumper sniffed Caretaker’s head. “Their pain is so delicious.”

“Then hurt me,” Whumpee said weakly, suddenly no longer able to look at Caretaker. 

“Beg your pardon?” Whumper said as Caretaker stilled in their grip. 

Caretaker shook their head, their groans becoming louder as Whumpee said, “Hurt me. If you want to hurt Caretaker, take me. That will hurt them more than anything you could do to them physically.”

Whumper glared down at Caretaker. “That true?”

Caretaker growled in response.

Whumper chuckled as they shoved Caretaker away and down. Caretaker fell face first into the dirt. “Well then, that’s music to my ears.”

Before Whumper could grab them, Whumpee put up a hand. “Hurt me. Hurt me and keep me for as long as you like. But you have to let Caretaker go.”

“Why on earth would I do that? So they can rescue you?”

Whumpee shook their head. “Keep me forever, Whumper. Hurt me forever. You’ll hurt Caretaker forever that way. But you have to let them go.”

Caretaker growled as they tried to roll themself over. “Fine, but I’m not untying them.” 

Caretaker looked on in horror as Whumper grabbed Whumpee. Whumpee turned and gave Caretaker one last smile before they allowed Whumper to bind their wrists behind their back. “It’s ok, Caretaker. I’ll be ok.”

[huntressdarkness]

Desperation

“Hunter,” he says, and then hesitates. There is only one way for him to start this conversation. “I’m sorry.”

The younger’s scowl was expected. “You’re going to need a lot more than that if you expect me to forgive you.”

Hunter can see the violent anger in his eyes. He knows it well. The fear. The helplessness. The rage. The hate. He lived in it for so long.

- - - - - - - - - -

Hunter broke something between all of them. He hadn’t meant to, but he sees the shadows in his younger self’s eyes. He sees the silent betrayal in Crosshair’s. It hurts him. He needs to find some way to fix it. He needs to make it right. He never wanted the younger Hunter to be anything like him… but here they are.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-9901 | Hunter/CT-9901 | Hunter Characters: CT-9901 | Hunter Additional Tags: POV CT-9901 | Hunter, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Past Suicide Attempt, Dark CT-9901 | Hunter, Possessive CT-9901 | Hunter, Feral CT-9901 | Hunter, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Suicidal Thoughts, Grief/Mourning, Codependency, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Biting, Collars, Choking, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hurt No Comfort, maybe a tiny bit of comfort but there’s too many feels for it to be real comfort, Minor CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9901 | Hunter, Ambiguous/Open Ending

@clonefandomevents

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Unhand me!" The stabby robin shouted just before Danny deposited the colorful vigilante onto the floor of his parents' lab.

The bird boy was back on his feet in an instant and had he weapon drawn, glaring at Danny as if he were the source of all his life's problems. "Whoa, whoa, hold on a minute." Danny spoke up, hands raised in mock surrender, "I don't wanna fight!"

"Then why did you kidnap me?" Robin tracked the boys hand as it moved to rub the back of the teens' neck.

"Well, ya see -" the teen said nervously, "I saw how nice you were to that ghost bunny, and you hid it from Batman."

Robin tensed, "Are you blackmailing me?"

"What?! No! I wanted to ask for help! Somethings wrong with my dog!"

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

I like to imagine that every once in a while Red Hood just goes off comms for long stretches of time and comes back bruised as shit and exhausted before logging off for the night and the rest of bat brigade is trying to figure out which villain of the week keeps jumping him.

Eventually they, cause communication is a skill no one learned, just start harassing hood’s men to find out whose turf they are invading only to find out they thought the bats were beefing with Red again cause he keeps mumbling about brats.

Now they are trying to find out which one of them is lying about fucking with Jason and no one is owning up, the trackers they keep putting on him are fizzling out, no one as any idea and Jason ain’t saying shit. But like he’s never properly irritated about it or asks for help nor can they find anything out so they let it go for now (read keep trying to track him to no avail).

And then one night Red Robin comes across Red getting chased and then fighting off a feral looking teenager on the roofs of Crime Alley and just when he looks like he is getting the upper hand another drops down from above (how the fuck the nearest taller building is not anywhere near close enough to dive into the fight from what the fuck?!?) and joins the brawl.

Tim is about to rush in to help Jason before the two teens’ heads turn in unison to him with Lazarus green eyes and look like cats when they see a red dot. Jason panics and before he can grab them, they leap and now Tim is in a cartoon brawl dust cloud and all and Jason has joined in and is calling them all brats and how his gunna whop their ass- and there is a foot in his mouth.

And yet through it all Tim never feels afraid. In fact, as he fights he realises they are keeping up and beating him all whilst smiling and punning(?!? They must never meet dick SHIT DUCK) and that won’t fucking do, so he brings out all his tools and tricks and is getting matching by two raccoon twins. 20 minutes later they are all grinning bloody smiles and just as he is about to slam his bo staff up into into the female looking twin, a whistle is blown.

They all freeze and look over in unison as if they all became shining quadruplets at a giant shit house built fucking man. And like Tim has seen big men. Bane is a big mother fucker. Superman is a big mother fucker, and is also shaped like one. Bats is big but this guy even though his is maybe not as large he feels infinitely more terrifying and that’s before you get to the flaming(fucking literally, how does that even work or stay in the pony tail) white hair.

“Alright enough for tonight or foods gunna go cold. Inside.” A voice bellows across the roof before the man disappears??!? At the mention of food the one top of Tim almost starts drooling, gets up and starts dragging Tim’s still prone body across the roof and off of it OH FUCK AND INTO A WALL WHA and they went through it… well

A couple second later Jason and the other dude stumble in. Jason picks Tim up as he is coming down from that mini adrenaline rush at and puts a arm around Tim, half hug half chokehold, saying “say nothing and you get to join once a week. Say shit and you’re haunted.” And walks off to the kitchen and starts bringing out food.

… safe to say the rest of the bats are now confused why Tim of all people is now turning up bruised as well with Jason, cause if it was him to start why has he started loosing all of a sudden??? And he says fuck all but his weapons and fighting style has got more chaotic and terrifying.

Oh and he seems to be eating… well you win some and lose some

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade wants exactly what you're talking about, sweet little Honey Badger!

[starkeyisthelastname]

it wouldn’t be paris without a little passionate sex. ⭐️

He’d have you in his lap, his large hands squeezing your hips roughly as you desperately worked yourself on his thick cock. He filled you up in ways that left you a crying mess, his name falling from your lips over and over. “Drew… Drew…” You whimpered, burying your face into his shoulder blade as he began helping you move up and down. He groaned into your sweet neck, the feeling of your tight cunt squeezed around him had his head spinning.

“Look at me baby. I wanna see you.” He breathed out heavily, voice low against your skin as he pulled his head back to see your pretty face.

You lifted your head up, barely glancing at the beautiful view of Paris as you would rather look into ocean eyes. Your hand came up to the back of his head, yanking at his soft hair to have him close as possible. He let out a breathless laugh, amused by the beauty you were and how good he could make you feel. “That’s my girl. All fuckin’ mine.” He told you firmly, his grip on you even tighter as he thrusted upwards.

Your nails dug into his scalp, making his hair even more messy while your pretty eyes started having trouble staying open. The hand running down your back to give you a rough smack on the ass had your pussy fluttering around his thickness. His words made you fall apart, as he looked directly at you through hooded lids.

“Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your beautiful face when you fuckin’ cum.”

[delicatewhumps]

desperate comfort.

“oh god, oh god, stay with me!”

“keep your eyes open! you’re okay! damn it, you’re okay!”

“i’ve got you, i’ve got you, i’ve got you, i’ve got you— it’s alright, i’ve got you!”

“i know it hurts. i know, honey, it’s okay.”

“it’s all gonna be fine, just stay with me, just stay awake, please!”

“i love you. i love you so much, whatever happens, just remember that, okay?”

“stop, don’t talk like that, you’re gonna be fine! i wouldn’t lie to you!”

[ghostbsuter]

It's not a habit. No matter how often Dick chides him on it or Steph teases or even Duke looks at him for too long whenever caught.

It's not a habit.

Tim doesn't always search up his classmates, not if they're not at least a bit susupious and show signs that the current gotham villains have.

So yeah, it definitely isn't the first time he did this, but he clearly stopped many of them from becoming villains! Simply break into their home as Red Robin and say, "I have been watching you." it usually stops them before doing something.

He was planning on doing that to his new classmate, who just kept showing the same signs.

Danny Fenton, alias Phantom, the villain from Amity Park.

Tim knows teenage villains can redeem themselves, but from hsi research, Phantom had just disappeared!

Now he's here in gotham, in his class, studying the same thing Tim is.

How can he not break into his home to supervise??

Here comes the difficult part, Phantom doesn't seem to live in Gotham. No address, no cameras. Nothing.

A bug? Gets destroyed. Getting followed? He loses Tim every time.

Danny just keeps walking into different ares and disappears.

[esoterictboy]

I bet it feels so good for you when you need to pee. It presses against that spot inside you, you ever tried humping a pillow like that ? Did some come out, I bet that embarrassed you. Did it feel good when you went after, next time tell me I wanna watch you let go. You can let go right now if you want, I wanna hear how good it feels in your voice, or you can save it and lemme press against your bladder first with my dick and then with my hand. Would you let me fuck you and press down on it, could you even hold it if you tried ?

@/tooesoteric2tboy - now

[serickswrites]

Grim Reaper

Warnings: nightmares, referenced trauma, implied captivity, implied drugging, unclear character status

Whumpee was hazy. Whumpee was always hazy. It was how Whumper liked them. But even through the haze, Whumpee knew something--someone--was missing. Where was friend? Friend was always there. It was how Whumper kept Whumpee compliant. Threatening friend.

Whumpee heard a shuffling scrape. Slowly they turned their head and saw a grim reaper carrying Friend away. Grim reaper? Not a grim reaper, Whumpee. Get your shit together. Pay attention. Who was that? Who was here with us. Who took Friend away? That wasn’t Whumper. Whumper didn’t move Friend away away. There was someone there. They were there sometimes. When I were alone with Friend. We were never alone. Who was that? The grim reaper—person—had dark brown hair, a hood hid their eyes, their features, but they were lean, so painfully lean. Of course I thought they were a grim reaper this person is so skinny. Not as tall as they look, their leanness is deceiving. Whumpee's eyes were barely tracking the grim reaper's movements. The haze was dragging them back under. They had to stay awake. It was so important to protect friend. But the haze was becoming overwhelming. No, no, no. Shitshitshitshit. Stay awake. Come on! Focus. Who was that? Was there anything else? Come on, Whumpee. Come on. They could hear Whumper’s voice calling from somewhere else in the apartment. A name. What was the name. COME ON. WHAT WAS THEIR NAME.

Whumpee woke with a start. They were shivering with the remnants of the dream, with the memory of what they had lived through. But still, there were holes in the dream. No matter how they tried to remember, Whumpee could not remember the grim reaper's name.

[zylev-blog]

Danny is Jon Kent.

Danny was in English class when it happened. A portal opened under his desk and he fell into it, desk and all. When he was able to get his bearings of whatever he’d been dropped into, he was considering going ghost, but something deep inside of him told him to wait and watch. That his ghost half wasn’t needed yet. So he did.

He looked around. He noticed a teenager, around his age, that was dressed in a gray, black and red costume with a R on the chest, who was standing next to a blonde guy in a long trench coat.

“There you go, Batbrat. One Jon Kent for ya. Don’t kill this one, eh?” Constantine winked and teleported out of the room after clapping the ‘Batbrat’ on the shoulder.

The teen turned to him, walking over slowly. Danny was unnerved. He didn’t know who ‘Jon Kent’ was, or why he was summoned, but he didn’t want to have to defend himself with his English final and a pencil. He pulled the hidden Fentonbat from his pocket and extended it, aiming it at the teen.

“Don’t come any closer.” Danny hissed, “Who are you and why was I summoned here?”

The teen tilted his head. “You don’t recognize me?”

“Am I supposed to?” He kept the bat steady in his hands, but he doubted that it would do much against the teen. Something in him told him that the teen was more highly trained than he was and that he could decimate him without any effort.

The teen reached up and pulled the mask off of his face, looking slightly hopeful. “My name is Damian Wayne.” The teen looked him up and down, “The Jon Kent of my world is dead and you will take his place.”

“Alright, look, uh—Damian, was it? First off, I’m not Jon Kent, don’t even know who that is. Second off, I’m not taking some dead teens place. No way. That’s just creepy and it’s not happening.”

He was starting to get creepy vibes from Damian, and the only other person that creeped him out like this was Vlad, and Vlad was… well, Vlad.

“The world is in danger. Superman is going mad with his grief. He needs his son.” Damian looked into his eyes, “And I need my best friend back.”

“That’s a whole lot of nope from me.” He backed away, but found himself with the desk blocking his retreat. “Look, I’m honored but uh, my sister will get worried if I don’t come home and trust me, you don’t want that.”

“You don’t have a sister.” Damian took a few steps forward.

He stepped around the desk and kept it between him and Damian. “You’ve got the wrong guy! I don’t know who Jon Kent is! My name is Danny! Danny Fenton! And for once in my life, can you please send me back to school so I can take my English test?”

“I thought we would be friends in every universe.” Damian mumbled, “But I guess I was wrong.”

“Cool. Cool. Cool. Uh, quick idea, sending me home sounds fantastic.”

“The world needs you, Jon. I need you.” Damian frowned, “But if you won’t go willingly, I will force you.”

Loosing his temper, he spat: “I’m not Jon, you arrogant ass—“

He was cut off when he saw Damian pull a glowing green rock from his pocket. Instantly, Danny fell to his knees, dragging the desk down with him as he fell. He clutched his chest, making it feel like it was hard to breathe. He lost unconsciousness.

[omosoclose]

I don't want you to just ask me for permission to use the bathroom. I want you begging, pleading, telling me every little detail of how badly you have to go, how you don't think you can hold it much longer. Persuade me. Tell me how much you've had to drink and how long it's been since your bladder has last had relief. Tell me how good you've been, staying nice and hydrated, not even thinking about asking for the restroom until you're squirming and your bladder is heavy in your abdomen. Let me feel it. Let me run my hand over it and test how firm it is, pressing down on it, poking and prodding it to make sure it's full enough to warrant mercy.

Cross your legs and shove your hands between your thighs if you need to, but don't you dare complain. You know that I get to do what I want. You, you wouldn't know what to do with that kind of control. You're better like this: a submissive little thing who knows your place, who knows that you couldn't possibly tell what your body really needs, who knows that you need someone else to tell you what you deserve and when.

You're going to have an accident? It has been an awfully long time since you last went. And you have had so much to drink. I can see you trembling, your eyes welling up with tears from how badly you think you need it, the way you're holding yourself like the pressure is the only thing keeping it all from coming out. Wow, you do feel pretty full. All that liquid making your bladder nice and firm under my touch, making it swell out, bulging as it tries to make room to hold more. Tell me how much you need it, again? Enough that it aches? Enough that you feel like you're going to explode?

Hmm. Well, your bladder seems to have been able to fit it all so far. Have another glass of water and come back to me in 20 minutes. Maybe you'll deserve some relief then.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny is not enjoying the homeless runaway lifestyle.

He would be the first to admit he was a bit of a cleanfreak, it was a side effect of growing up with mad scientist parents who would often place bottles of dangerous chemicals among bottles of fruit juice thier children had in the fridge. He grown into the habit of sorting through things as a means of survival.

Its not that he hated clutter, its that he hated mess and disorganization and feeling dirty. All of which he was feeling now.

So when Danny saw Brucie Wayne from the TV shop window of the dirty Gotham street he was on, he froze. This tall, dark haired blue eyed man was a jolly idiot. He was just like his dad. He had never seen anyone act like his dad before and he missed him so so much. And what do you know.. this guy collect black haired blue eyed kids like pokemon cards. And well...Danny was a child who had recently lost everything. His family, his friends, his home and desperately seeking out anything familiar.

So Danny starts following Bruce around trying to clean up after him and take care of him like he did with Jack Fenton in hopes of showing Bruce how useful he can be, but the amount of help Bruce needed was surprisingly low and what little he needed was swiftly taken care of by the butler and children he already had before Danny could even react.

Danny needed a new plan...

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #148

Danny didn’t want to go to the gala but since all of his friends were busy with their own soulmates there wasn’t much he could argue. Vlad invited his family and him to a gala out in Gotham and his parents jumped at the opportunity to show their madness with some of the elite. Danny couldn’t wait to get home, yes he knew he had a soulmate but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pursue them or not.

They could feel each other’s emotions and his soulmate was an angry person. Danny’s whole life his soulmate acted mad and strangely prideful. But those didn’t compare to his fear, they seemed to have gotten themselves in trouble in the past and maybe even had a few close encounters with death. They also seemed to bottle feelings up from what he could tell his soulmate might not have had the best childhood but Danny couldn’t really say much on that.

Damian knew his soulmate was kind of soft. They seemed to get annoyed at his family typical for a teen. Of all the things he noted about him his dislike of Christmas was a little odd but not everyone has to like the holidays he supposed. His mother Talia imparted on him that he should protect his soulmate with his life when he finds him so he was very determined to find them. Of course galas we’re the best place to look so he desperately asked every time his father hosted one.

Parts:

[mischievous-thunder]

Anyone would lose their mind if they're around Logan all the time.