#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.”

[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:

[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]

imagining hanging out with a girl who desperately needs to pee but we’re outside so she just has to pull off her panties and lift up her skirt and squat right in front of me since there’s no bathrooms and when I ask her if it feels good all she can do is moan and nod while the puddle below her gets bigger and bigger

[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.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Dick is thrown back in time to a couple days before his past self is scheduled to leave on the mission to space, the one during which Jason will die.

Past Dick gets a very frantic and concerning phone call from someone claiming to be his future self, begging him not to go on the mission. And for some reason he‘s supposed to keep an eye on Jason? What the hell is that about? They’re not that close…

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Desperate Dialogue

"Please, don't leave me alone!"

"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate."

"There is no other option."

"I don't know what else to do."

"Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Please, I really need your help."

"I need you in my life!"

"This is extremely important for me!"

"I'm desperate, I really need this!"

"Just play along, please!"

"No, no, no, please no!"

"I will do whatever it takes!"

"Please, just hear me out!"

"Stay with me, please!"

"You hear me? I love you!"

"Come back, right now!"

"No, no, don't leave me here!"

"I can't do this any longer, I just can't!"

"What can I do to make you believe me?"

"I'm desperate, ok? Please, just help me this once."

"I need to show them that I'm serious about this!"

"We won't make it out of here if we don't work together!"

"The moment you turn around, our deal is done!"

"I really need you to do this for me."

"You can't leave me, I won't allow it!"

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[starkeyisthelastname]

can we get some shower sex with drew 🤭🤭

yes please on this 😍💦

Your hands were pressed against the wet tile, desperately trying to hold onto something as Drew pounded into you from behind. He felt huge, sliding in and out of your drenched hole with heavy thrusts. One of his massive hands was tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip while he whispered dirty shit in your ear. He knew how much you loved his voice and let it vibrate against your sweet skin while he fucked you. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.” He rasped out, his broad frame pressed against your back.

The water made your bodies slick, Drew’s hold only growing stronger the harder he went. Your eyes began to roll back, your lower stomach fluttering as he hit your sweet spot over and over with his thick cock. You felt yourself growing weak, having trouble keeping yourself upright as he fucked you against the shower wall. You felt his other hand come down from your head, now grabbing your hips to keep you where he wanted. “You can take it baby, don’t fucking run from me.” His tone making you shiver.

You were close and he knew it by the way you were clenching around him. He would tease you, pulling his cock out to leave you empty only to shove it back in and wrap a hand around your throat. “You got daddy going sweet girl, can’t fucking get enough of your beautiful goddamn self.” He mumbled in your ear, scruff tickling your skin as he let go of your neck to bring two thick digits up to your mouth.

“I-I’m cumming.” You gasped around his fingers, his cock still drilling your sweet hole. Your pussy fluttered, head falling back against his shoulder as he talked you through it, holding back his own nut so that he could give you another round.

[kokoa-la]

Ngl I just find it so funny if Danny just accidentally becomes friends with someone trying to rob him like-

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“Get up!”

And he was up, hands above his head and everything. The guy in all black proceeded to pat him down along his pockets while pointing a gun at him otherwise. 

“How do you not have a wallet on you?”

“I’m a college student, I can barely afford tuition.”

That’s a lie, he was on a full ride scholarship, but they didn’t need to know that. 

“Oh you too?”

Did this bitch just say ‘you too’ ? No way.

“‘You too?’ Are you doing this to pay for college???”

Ancients, the school system sucked if he had to resort to crime for this.

“Yeah- you wouldn’t believe how expensive my major is, the textbooks alone cost more than my rent!”

“Holy shit, no kidding. Yeah, why are textbooks so expensive? Why am I paying hundreds of dollars for something that could have been a 2 dollar pdf?”

“Right! I tried asking my professor instead, but he said he’d fail me if I didn’t have the right materials! It’s driving me nuts. Like how am I supposed to pay for all this?”

How Dannt started making conversation with his own robber, he didn’t know, but he was happy to finally complain with someone. He hadn’t exactly made friends since he got here.

“Personally I buy used books, and the more trashed they are, the cheaper. Then, you can just use the pdf version but still have the textbook in class. It’s honestly so much easier. Or you can see if you can borrow it from the library and just bring it in for the classes he checks it, then return it after to avoid the fees. That option is a bit more troublesome though.”

“Oh shit, no way! That’s awesome, I never thought of that, thanks man! Man, I wish I talked to you sooner.” 

“Yeah, it’s all good, maybe just avoid the crime after this? There’s tons of online jobs you can do during class and stuff. I don’t know, there’s always another option than crime. You sound like a good guy, just desperate.”

The robber turned friend (?) lowered his gun and sighed before returning the items in the bag to everyone. He then apologized to the cashier and then to everyone else before giving Danny a hug (how long had it been since he’d gotten one of those?) and leaving. Danny was so proud of him he almost cried (again). 

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I know it's a bit weird and out of place, but that's bcs its a snippet from a fic I'm writing on ao3 😭

But still, I need more of Danny befriending ppl trying to jump/rob him

[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:

[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.

[hrtmehyer]

a very underused omo trope is the fake pee. someone absolutely desperate to pee, they can’t hold it any longer. so they’re told to pull down their pants, sit on the toilet, and do nothing. after about two minutes they’re told to get up, pull their pants up and move on.

and they’ll complain that “wait, i still need to pee!” no you don’t, you just peed. and you can’t lie to me and complain you need to go. you just peed. your bladder is empty. now go, you need to replenish all the liquid that you lost. <3

[ghostbsuter]

"You know I'm here for school?" He casually mentions, rubbing his hands after Red Robin cut the rope.

"Yeah?"

"I did not expect the amount of maiming I'd get."

The teen vigilante is silent, staring at him.

"Have you thought of switching campus?"

Danny scoffs. "I won't let some assholes stop me from gaining knowledge, I know the Ancients are watching me as we speak, Nocturn especially hoping I'll fail." As the sentence went on, his face adapted a darker look, grin edging on insanity.

Red Robin leans back.

"Anyway, thanks for the save!"

Without waiting, he leaves. RR can't even do anything, done himself with the situation.

"Red Robin, did you identify the hostage?" Batman's gruff voice rings through the comm.

It has the teen pinching his nose. "It was danny again."

Silence.

(Gotham is just funny like that. If only Danny didn't get kidnapped the very next day when he and his new bestie, Tim dra-something, were going to a nice café.

Maybe Tim will forgive him if he gives him some homage fudge?)

[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 ?

[glitteryruinsduck]

thinking about motorcycle Omo

the bike it’s forcing them to open their legs and keep hands on the handles, so that the only thing they can really do to hold is bounce or shift around a bit. Pressing down on the seat to help hold it. Being stuck and traffic and the humiliation of knowing the cars around them can see them desperately trying to hold there piss. Bonus if they have a passenger behind them, who unknowingly has there arms wrapped around their waste and pressing there bladder. The passenger being so close to the one driving so they can feel them shifting around and tensing up and breathing heavy. Works with jet skis too. I’m so feral about this.

[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...