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bunnysbrainrot · 7 months

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Guessing Game

Kinktober Prompt: Oral

Relationship: Sam Winchester/Reader/Dean Winchester (no Wincest, ew)

Content: EXPLICIT (18+ only), oral (f and m receiving), A LOT of degradation, praise, pussy slapping, p in v, DP, creampie (recreate responsibly), this is filthy so please be advised, ‘bitch’ is used in the dirty talk.

Summary: Can your body tell the difference between the brothers? If you’re correct, you’ll be rewarded. If not, well…

A/N: Writing this had me completely soaked i’m not gonna lie. ANYWAY HAVE FUN.

Darkness shrouds your vision under the blindfold, having been tied around your head by Dean moments before you were carefully stripped down, layer by layer, until you lay completely bare on his bed. He gives off hardly any sound to gauge your surroundings, as if a predator animal circling its prey.

Goosebumps run along your arms as cold air brushes by, but the presence stirring this air is different than Dean. You freeze where you lay, closing your legs and covering your aching tits with your shivering arms.

Despite your uncertainty, your exposed core is molten while you wait for Dean’s voice to ring out. Your body is rigid once more when someone else speaks.

“We’re gonna play a game.”

Sam’s voice is low and clear, and now he’s seen you stark naked, sprawling open on his brother’s bed, waiting for your boyfriend to please you. You reeled silently over where and when he could’ve made his way into the room. Had he been here the whole time, watching everything?

Familiar hands slide over your shielding arms and coax them apart, letting cool air kiss your pebbled nipples.

Dean whispers, “It’s okay, baby girl, you’re safe with Sammy. He ain’t gonna hurt you.”

Your head snaps to his voice, about to protest, but Dean’s mouth finds yours in earnest, groaning into your slacked mouth. You swallow his sounds nonetheless, hearing Sam’s voice echo around the room once again.

“Dean, want to explain what’s going on?”

Your boyfriend hums against your lips before he breaks away, mumbling against your cheek.

He mutters, “Poor Sammy’s been pretty lonely lately-“

You can sense Sam’s scowling, “No, I haven’t-“

“So I invited him to play, too.” Dean’s lips work across your slacked jaw, trailing up to the tender spot below your ear, making you squirm into his lean form.

The warmth and softness tells you that he did away with his own clothes, and all you could imagine was if Sam did the same.

“A… game?” you whisper.

A new hand wanders to your calf, radiating a deep warmth into your skin. It’s bigger than Dean’s, so you instantly know it’s Sam at your lower end.

Sam’s voice is closer to where you lay, you tense at his words, “Just one rule: guess who’s who.”

“Mhm,” Dean hums against your collarbone now, skirting his lips downward, “y’gotta guess if it’s me or Sammy makin’ you feel good, sweetheart.”

One of the brothers slides a hand to your chest, palming your tits with eagerly, since Dean was near your chest when he kissed you, surely it was him.

You nip at your bottom lip, stifling a moan as two fingers roll your nipple. “Dean.”

“Nope,” says Sam, landing a sharp slap on your tit, striking your perk nipple. You release your lower lip with a cry, panting softly at the twinge of pain.

“Wasn’t me, baby,” Dean mutters, right below your belly button, ever lowering himself, “if you get it wrong, you get punished. If you get it right, you get a reward.”

You nod dumbly at the instructions. The hand on your tits brushes your cheek, then travels between the valley of your breasts, and vanishes. The only sensation on your body is a pair of lips traveling toward your thighs, and what lies between them.

“Now, let’s see what we’ve got here,” says Dean, his voice sounds from between your thighs, closing in on your dripping slit.

Somehow, the mystery of this, and Sam’s surprising involvement sends fire roiling through your gut, and straight to your needy pussy. You shift your thighs together and clench your cunt onto nothing.

Dean’s fingers spread your slick folds, gently prying your thighs apart with a free hand. You relax your legs and flex your hips wide, baring yourself to him, and giving him free reign over the sight before him.

A low whistle sounds above your tummy, “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy, Dean. Every night?”

“Just about,” Dean replies. Their voices mix too closely to differentiate who is who, sending you into a tizzy. “But that pussy’s mine whenever I want it.”

Sam comments, “Lucky guy. If I had a girl with a pussy like this, I’d be using it every night.”

Two fingers dip between your folds, using your slick to easily slide past your entrance, and curling perfectly inside. You gasp, giving your answer with a shaky exhale.

“Dean. It’s Dean.”

He purrs, “Attagirl - you’d know my fingers anywhere, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” Dean pumps his fingers one, two, three times before he removes them.

You whine at the empty feeling, rolling your hips to search for something, anything, to gain pressure from. Your clit throbs between your slick folds, aching with need.

A pair of hands pries your thighs open, holding you securely before a tongue slides into your slit. You release a soft moan and buck your hips onto the warmth. It’s familiar, but the hands aren’t the same.

“Dean?” you ask waveringly. A low hum sounds against your clit, sending the tremors through the aching bud.

Sam’s voice sounds from above Dean’s head, “Smart girl. I’m just holding you open for him, honey.”

You smile at your success, still letting yourself relish in the sensations flooding through your clit, happily lapped at by Dean. He swirls his tongue around your pearl, taking it between his teeth to make you hitch a breath. Dean smiles wickedly against your pussy.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Dean announces, breaking away from your sex. A moment passes before you hear him again. “Guess who.”

His voice is still near your thighs. You aren’t spread open again, but a tongue dips between your folds and finds your clit, teasing and light. It feels like Dean, with its soft lapping and swirling motions, mixed with thick stripes from your throbbing hole to your hardening clit.

A light pinch on your thigh instructs you to answer, “Dean.”

The mouth breaks away and is replaced with a harsh slap, directly on your clit. You cry out, loudly.

“Wrong,” growls Sam. His thumb runs a circle around your clit, pressing harshly enough to make you cry out. The mix of pain and pleasure is overwhelming enough to make you cry. Tears prick the back of your eyes, welling over and slipping past your cheeks, dampening the blindfold.

Dean’s voice startles you next to your ear. His thumb swipes along your cheekbone, collecting remnants of your tears.

“Aww, don’t cry, pretty girl,” he coos, “did Sammy hurt you?” The touches on your clit soften up. Sam’s fingers brush around further, wet with a new slickness, and he hums happily.

“I dunno, Dean. Little slut’s still getting wet,” Sam protests, dipping a finger past your tight entrance. Dean’s smile is palpable, and a new wickedness fills his tone.

His mouth brushes your ear, “You like that, baby? Y’like it when he slaps your little pussy? Never knew you were such a slut for the pain, sweetheart.”

“Whore for it, more like. Fuck. Practically dripping for me,” Sam’s fingers delve further and curl, longer than Dean’s and striking deeper than you’d ever felt. Your back arches with the motions, followed by soft, whimpering moans as Sam pumps his fingers through your fluttering walls.

Dean’s mouth finds your nipple, licking and biting with fervor. A free hand travels to the other and twists roughly, making you gasp, though another rush of heat heads to your pussy, clenching down on Sam’s fingers.

He hisses through gritted teeth, “Jesus, she’s tight.”

Humming sounds around your toyed nipple, “Mhm.” Dean’s words brush over your skin, “Perfect lil’ pussy, all for me.”

“Willing to share?” Sam asks, picking up his pace inside of you, dragging his fingers along your g-spot with each movement.

Dean snaps, “Don’t press your luck.”

Possessive bastard, you think, but moan sharply.

Sam’s tongue finds your clit once again, suckling at the small nub while his fingers stay busy. The combination unravels you quickly and your orgasm chases you in a matter of seconds.

Your walls clench around his fingers, and Sam mutters something under his breath. Dean slaps your tit this time.

“Can’t cum without permission, sweetheart,” he says. When you’re together it’s his rule that you always have his say-so, apparently it’s no different here.

You start to protest, but he stops you, “If you’re cumming at all, it’s with my permission, do you understand me?”

Sam nips at your clit to make you answer, “Y-yes, sir.”

You can feel Sam smiling on your pussy. He mumbles, “You trained her well, Dean.”

Dean pulls away from your chest, and his voice travels toward where Sam lies between your thighs. You assume it’s Dean slapping your upper thigh, close to where Sam’s head rests atop your cunt.

“Perfectly trained little bitch.”

Your orgasm is trailing behind, you gasp out, “Can I cum, sir?”

A beat passes.

“Cum.”

In an instant, you do. Your release blasts like a firework behind your eyes as you clench around Sam’s fingers, mewling softly while he pumps you through the shockwaves. Sam pulls himself from you, and you hear him shift to stand with his brother.

Dean pats your thigh, “Beautiful, isn’t she, Sammy?”

A low growl rumbles from Sam’s throat, “I want her, Dean. I want to feel her.”

The back-and-forth electrifies your nerves. You were Dean’s, but now that Sam was seemingly fighting him over you, there was no way of knowing what would be next.

“Not today, Sam.”

Not today?

Sam grunts in frustration, but concedes. You can hear him trek over to the head of the bed, close enough that you can feel a radiating heat from his, apparently, nude form. The bed dips just next to your head. You crane your neck toward him and are met with a warm, thick cock against your cheek.

You lay perfectly still, waiting.

Dean’s voice breaks the silence, “Order her, Sam. Poor thing gets too cock drunk to think. Tell her what to do.”

“Open,” Sam commands, lightly smacking your jaw. You open wide, sticking out your tongue as Dean had conditioned you to. “Tongue out and everything. She really is well-trained.”

The head of Dean’s cock eases through your folds, making you gasp around the head of Sam’s length. His voice is proud and sinister.

“Like I said - perfect. Little. Bitch.”

His cock presses into your entrance, the first substantial filling of the night. You whine around Sam’s dick, eagerly swirling your warm tongue around it and collecting salty precum along the way.

“And the best part of owning this pussy, Sam… is that I get to fill it. As often as I want.”

Relief showers over you at the mention. The thought of your boyfriend’s thick, hot cum spilling inside of you made you shiver with anticipation, tightening around his cock.

Dean lets out a low whistle, “Wish you could feel how tight she got just now. Sweet girl just loves it when I stuff her full, doesn’t she?”

You nod, bobbing your head along Sam’s considerable length, hollowing your cheeks to give him the same level of suction you do to his brother. Fuck, he was missing out on so, so much.

“Perfect mouth,” Sam comments, “you really got lucky, Dean.” Your boyfriend chuckles as his cock pushes deeper, stretching you out to fit him until he plunges in full hilt.

Sam shoves himself inward when you cry out, stuffing your mouth entirely full with his cock. The head crashes against the back of your throat, making you gag harshly around him. He grips your hair with both hands for leverage. The pace is brutal, and you’re silently thankful that Dean isn’t this ferocious with his own blowjobs.

“Gentle on her mouth, Sammy,” Dean scolds, his big-brother tone invading his words, “gotta take it slow.”

“Nah,” he dismisses, “I bet she can handle it.” Sam angles his hips and turns your head, twisting you to accommodate his girth. His cock plunges deeper into your throat from this angle, but to your surprise you do not gag this time. The thrusts are harsh but mildly painless.

Sam’s breathing grows more ragged by the second, while Dean happily sinks into your hungry cunt, filling you out with every glorious inch of his length.

“Turn her over,” Sam demands. Dean stills inside of you for a split second before he moves again. His hands find your hips and twist them around. Sam removes himself from your mouth to grant you some fresh air.

With their help, you’re on all fours between the boys. Dean at your back, Sam in the front, both with their cocks twitching at the slightest touch. Dean gives Sam a shit-eating grin as he slams his cock into you. Hard.

Sam springs into action when your mouth opens again in a cry. Your mouth is stuffed with his cock like before, but this angle is even better. You’re laid flatter for a perfect throat-fucking.

“There we go,” Sam murmurs, “that’s much better. Relax your throat, sweetheart.”

Against the new strain on your throat, you do as you’re instructed. Sam pushes himself further until your face is pressed into his abdomen.

Completely, and impossibly, full.

Dean marvels at Sam’s depth in your mouth, and gapes at the sight below him where his cock meets your cunt, stretched taught around his girth. Each moan and groan serves as more encouragement for Dean to pick up the pace.

His cock crashes through your constricting walls, striking against your cervix when he plunges deeper, deeper, and deeper into your aching cunt. Dean groans when you tighten around him, closing in on another orgasm. A free hand smacks your ass hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Cum,” Dean orders.

This one is harsher than the last, leaving you screaming around Sam’s cock, muffled and gagged by the thick head of him.

“Attagirl. You want Sammy to cum, too? Want him to fill you up?”

As much as you can muster, you nod. Sam smiles toward Dean - a wicked grin that says That’s right, I’m gonna fill your girl up before you can.

Dean glowers at his brother and thrusts faster, scowling the entire time as he urges his own orgasm to chase after him. With his competitive streak and the way you wrapped around him, he wasn’t far behind.

“Fuuuck,” groans Dean, his cock twitching inside your ravaged cunt.

Sam lets out a gasp as he shudders inside your mouth. His hips falter and he releases deep in your throat. Tears fall past your cheeks as you struggle for air, but your eyes roll back at the salty, savory taste of his cum.

And Dean isn’t far behind. He remains resilient when his orgasm reaches him - the thrusts don’t waver or lessen, but are more insistent. A groan rumbles from him as he finishes. The familiar warmth of his thick cum floods through your pussy, making you clench around his cock, eager to savor every last drop, as always.

“That’s it, babygirl, keep it inside.”

You tighten even when he leaves you, now left hollow and achey. Dean nods to Sam to pull out to let you breathe. The younger brother thumbs your bottom lip as you gasp.

You swallow Sam’s cum fully and thankfully, smiling blindly at him.

Dean lands a smack on your ass in congratulation, watching you clench your cunt into nothing, keeping his seed deep inside of you.

“Greedy girl. Don’t wanna waste any of it, do you?”

You shake your head with a smile, proud that you served them both to their desires.

Maybe not for Sam, but that was a different matter.

Dean leans forward to grab your blindfold, swiftly untying it and tossing it to the side. You slump to your side while you let your eyes adjust to the new light. The boys gently massage into your joints to ease them back to normal, though they’d surely be sore for hours, if not a day or two.

“You okay, baby?” Dean asks.

You pant softly to settle yourself, and smile, completely sated. Your words slur unintelligibly.

Sam laughs, “Fucked dumb, huh?”

“Just how she likes it.”

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Happy Kinktober, you depraved lil’ things

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thesmollestsnek · 1 year

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Death echoes

So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.

Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might've mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I'm... decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight's post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.

So! with all of the context-for-the-context out of the way, let’s move on to the actual context for what I’m writing cause I can’t be bothered with writing an intro XD

Essentially, this is an au where Danny is an established member of the Justice League, or maybe one of the teen hero teams? I’m a slut for eternal teenager Danny, but maybe he’s enough of a powerhouse to be on the main team despite him both looking and acting like the dumbass fourteen year old he died as. Either way, he’s on a League/League-sanctioned mission and things go bad. Like, everyone-almost-dies bad. And so as a final desperation attack, Danny uses his Wail, a power he’s never told anyone on the league he even has. And it works, and they make it out, but after the fact everyone has. Questions. And because in this au death echoes are deeply personal, Danny dodges those questions, but the league coughbatmancough isn’t satisfied with that. So they push for answers. Answers Danny’s not willing to give, because. In my mind death echoes aren’t just based on how a person died, but also their experience of that death. What their last thoughts were. When Danny died the only thing that he could process beyond just an all-encompassing painpainpainpainpain was the sound of someone screaming. His screaming. And so his death echo is the sound of a fourteen year old child screaming in deathly pain and terror weaponized, which definitely gave the league Even More Questions than they would’ve had already. Which finally brings us to the actual snippet, which is a conversation between John Constantine, who was brought in for his experience with the supernatural once it became clear Danny wasn’t going to talk, and Danny himself.

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“So, kid. Batsy tells me you’ve been hiding some of your abilities, wanna tell me what's up with that? Call it an occultist's intuition, but somethin’ tells me you’re not just being stubborn for the hell of it.”

“It’s... complicated. And not anyone’s business, either!”

“Kid...”

“Why does it even matter?! It’s not something I want to or am even able to do on a regular basis! I saved the mission, can’t they just accept that and move on???”

Sighing, Constantine reached up to start massaging his brow. “Kid, you and I both know that ain’t gonna be enough. Now I know that some things are better left alone, but the rest of these idiots? They can’t accept that, Batsy especially. That man’s never left bloody well enough alone in his life”

He looked up just in time to see the otherworldly teen shrink into himself, looking every bit the child he was. “I know but... why? Why do they need to keep asking questions? And why do they only ask the ones that hurt to answer?”

A sharp glance. “The fuck kinda questions are they asking? Batman was speaking in more grunt than word, so I didn’t really catch all the details of what this power you’re supposedly hiding even is.”

Phantom shrinks even more into himself at that, and responds in a voice so small it’s more sigh than speech. “I... I can scream. And it breaks things and pushes people back. But it, it sounds. Bad. And it brings up bad memories and I don’t like to do it or listentoitoreventhinkaboutitandtheywon’tletmeforgetand-”

“Breathe kid. I know you don’t need to but just take a deep breath with me. Don’t you go getting lost in your own head on me now., Constantine reassured the kid automatically, the sheer hopelessness prompting action long before the words themselves could be understood. Then the rest of him caught up, and he had to pause. Looked up at the kid, saw just how distressed he was. A picture was starting to form in the back of his head, and Constantine didn’t like what he saw one bit. A last-resort power that the normally open Phantom was strangely reticent about. A scream so horrible sounding the rest of the league would not to stop asking questions about it. Terrible memories to match said scream. And one truly miserable child who couldn’t bear to even think about any of it.

“Phantom... is that your Echo? Screaming?”

A miserable nod is his only response, the tears that had been welling up in the kid’s eyes finally starting to fall. Cursing softly to himself, Constantine stood to leave, bracing himself for the Bat’s inevitable questioning. “Well then you just take all the time you need love, and leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure the rest of those idiots know not to ask you about this ever again.” And with that Constantine turned and strode towards the door, leaving the quietly sobbing child to collect himself in privacy.

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I had a whole-ass lore dump conversation between Constantine and Batman planned here, explaining how death echoes are deeply personal, and asking about one is a taboo on par with, potentially even worse than, asking a ghost about their death outright. Because they are formed from an amalgamation of how a ghost died, their last thoughts, and their final emotions, in some ways asking a ghost about their Echo is like asking them to describe their death in painstaking detail. But uhhh... inspiration bug left. So yea. Side note, I’d like to apologize if my depiction of Constantine’s accent was Bad, I’m but a lowly USAmerican whose only exposure to British accents is through tv ^-^’

#did some minor edits to fix typos and make things flow better when i went back in to add the hyperlink #that being said dont expect too much i wrote this in a bit of an inspiration frenzy lol #and barely edited it after the fact #the snek rambles #the snek writes #snippit #dp x dc #danny phantom #john constantine #idk wtf else to tag this #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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Could you write some A/B/O smut for the batboys (x reader or just among themselves)

I love how much you write in response to recs so I’m super excited xx love your writing style so much

hi! thank you so much for the kind words💜 I thought about just doing the batboys but tbh I'm not sure what their dynamic would be so I went with batboys alphas and omega reader. I tried to do my research on this, so I'm sorry if this isn't really accurate to the omegaverse but I hope you enjoy it💜

Spontaneity

poly!batboys x f!reader omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: smut, truly this is pwp, a/b/o dynamics, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, anal sex, dp, breeding kink obvi, minors dni, not proofread

Your boots crunched against the white snow, pressing it down as you walked down a street in Windhaven with Emerie. The small talk you were holding with your friend was quickly interrupted when the heads of nearly every male on the street turned towards you, nostrils flaring as they tracked you with predatory gazes.

You and Emerie both clocked their looks instantly, realization dawning as you began to feel the symptoms of spontaneous heat. Your scent was growing stronger by the minute, the sweet pheromones drawing every beta in the camp towards your path.

You knew there was limited time for you to reach your nest before your desire turned blinding, turning to Emerie as you frantically explained the plan.

“I need you to get a healer until my mates can get here. Send them to the cabin, please,” you pleaded, anxiously backing away as you prepared to run for it. Emerie nodded, turning back as she went in search of your alphas’ healer, Madja.

Fleeing through the snow, you fought the urges threatening to take over as your body’s cravings intensified. You managed to stumble through the door to the warded cabin, calling out helplessly to the empty home as your vision blurred.

Your clothes were too restrictive, burning hot against your skin as you clawed desperately to remove them. You shed your coat, untying your boots as you scrambled up the staircase to your nested bedroom.

The moment you opened the door, the lingering scents of your alphas greeted you, slick already dripping down your legs as you moaned at the smell. Crawling over the edge of the mattress, your head fell back against the pillows as you struggled to get your pants down.

A plea echoed in your mind - relief, relief, relief - as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles. A scream of frustration left your lips as you brought your fingers to your clit, the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortable. Rubbing your clit was getting you nowhere - you needed to be filled, needed a healer, an alpha, anything.

Your frustrated cries drowned out the sound of the door opening, your small fingers curled inside of you doing little to ease the desire burning within.

“Fuck, baby,” Rhys breathed, violet eyes wide as he took in the sight of you, sprawled and sweating on the bed.

“Rhys, Alpha, please. I need a heat suppress... A healer. Emerie-“ you fumbled for the words, unable to even ask for what you needed to take the edge off as tears welled in your eyes.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you. What do you want, little one?” Rhys cooed, eyes filled with adoration as his fingers gripped your chin, directing your focus to him.

Your tongue instinctively darted out, licking his thumb in silent request. He growled, slipping the digit into your mouth as you mewled, sucking as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“I need you inside of me,” you mumbled around his finger. Your words weren’t clear, but your alpha knew exactly what you needed as his clothes were spirited away. The sound of his hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen drew a pathetic mewl from you, slick somehow building further as you struggled for breath.

Rhys pulled his thumb from your mouth, circling around to the edge of the bed, where your ankles were still trapped in the confines of your pants. Instead of undressing you, Rhys gripped your ankles, pulling them over his head as he locked himself within your legs. A guttural groan escaped him, eyes rolling back as your scent filled his senses.

“Rhys, please. I need you now,” you pleaded, tears brimming as you clenched around nothing. Your alpha did not keep you waiting, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed as he guided his cock inside of you, the both of you releasing lewd moans at the feeling of his swelled cock fully seated. “Move,” you whispered, wriggling as much as you could in his restrictive hold.

Rhys loved having you at his mercy like this, smugness filling him at being the only alpha here as he drew his hips back, slamming into you. Relief flooded through you, feeling euphoric as your cravings were finally sated. Your head lolled to the side, shifting up and down against the mattress with Rhys’s thrusts as you registered Cassian walking through the door.

“Oh, my sweet girl. I heard about your heat,” he crooned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You nodded helplessly, still bouncing on Rhys’s dick as your mouth began to water, your need for Cassian building with each inhale you took of his scent.

Your eyes flicked to his face, Cassian’s hazel eyes watching your mouth fly open in a moan as Rhys hit deep inside of you. “Please, please,” you breathed, hand fumbling in a weak attempt to palm your alpha’s cock through his pants. “I need to suck you,” you begged, earning a moan from both Rhys and Cassian as the latter quickly stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian climbed to the top of the mattress, legs spreading as his scent filled the air, cock proudly on display. Rhys flipped you over, your ass in the air as he shoved your pants the rest of the way off. Practically drooling, you leaned down and took Cassian in your mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum on your lips as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he praised, his words spurring you on as you took him as deep as you could. Rhys thrust back inside of you without warning, eliciting a muffled scream as you gagged around Cassian’s cock. His hand found your hair, wrapping it around his wrist as you bounced like a rag doll between him and Rhys.

“Fuck,” Rhys murmured, landing a smack to your ass as his knot grew inside of you, locking you in place as you felt his warm seed fill you up. Cassian groaned as he watched your face, your jaw going slack around him as you reveled in the feeling of Rhys’s release.

“Gods, I’m going-“ Cassian pulled away just in time, his knot shrinking back as he held your mouth away from him. Rhys pulled out, long fingers pushing his cum back inside of you, a moan leaving him at the sight.

“Where- where is Az?” You breathed, suddenly feeling the intensity of your heat at the realization of your missing alpha. Cassian and Rhys exchanged a quick glance before you heard movement downstairs, boots thudding against the wood before Azriel appeared in the doorway, sweat dripping from his brow.

“I was in Velaris. I’m here now baby, I’ve got you,” he cooed, leaning down to bring you in for a searing kiss. “What do you want from me, sweet girl?”

“I need you both. Now,” you commanded breathlessly, looking between him and Cassian. With a nod, Azriel removed his clothing, Rhys gently flipping you back on your back where Cassian pulled you against his chest. His cock brushed against your core, collecting the mix of your slick and Rhys’s cum as he lined himself up with your rear entrance.

With a nod from you, Cassian pushed inside, his large cock stretching your asshole deliciously. A mewl escaped you as you felt Azriel’s hand on your clit, thumb rubbing circles as he teased.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for us,” Rhys murmured, settling next to you on the bed as he peppered kisses down your neck and chest. He smiled with pride when your jaw dropped, the sensation of Azriel pushing into your cunt, rubbing against Cassian’s cock through your thin walls almost too much for you.

Vision fading in and out, you heard vague and muffled praises as Cassian and Azriel took alternating thrusts inside of you, Rhys’s hands and mouth licking and tugging your nipples as every part of your body was stimulated.

With a scream, you clawed at the sheets as Cassian’s knot swelled inside of you, his release warm in your ass as Azriel continued pounding into you. Someone’s fingers found your clit, a chuckle sounding in your ear as you whimpered at the overstimulation.

Your mind reeled as what might have been another orgasm crashed through you, the constant intense pleasure too much for you to register as you felt Azriel’s knot grow inside of you. Cassian leaned down to press kisses on your shoulder, Rhys continuing his words of praise as your final alpha’s seed filled you.

The heat which had consumed you now faded away, deep contentment and sleepiness overwhelming your senses as you struggled to stay awake. You were vaguely aware of Azriel crawling up the bed, several sets of hands wrapping around your waist as you laid back against a muscled chest.

“Sleep, little one. We’ll be here,” Rhys murmured in your ear as you drifted off, deeply sated and peaceful in your mates’ arms.

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skylersprompts · 7 months

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DC x DP Prompt *10*

It had been a relative uneventful day in Gotham, the new Week just started and most of the big rouges were still in Arkham after the last big breakout. And even tho the nightly patrol wasn't done, Batman send most of his charges that were still somewhat injured home. He, Orphan and Robin would be able to handle the rest.

They had stopped some muggings and one break-in by the time patrol officially ended. His children made their way back to the manor on their bikes, while the Bat made one last round through the docks.

He had a feeling of foreboding, not necessarily a bad feeling, but he was cautious. Even if Cassandra and Damian weren't hurt that badly, he still wanted them home. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he didn't had much time to think it over.

A swirling green Portal opened in front of him and a figure started to emerge from it. Bruce got into a fighting stance, his eyes trained on the unknown.

The Portal vanished after a young man, almost still a boy, stepped out of it. He had white hair that seemed to sway as if he was under water. Green freckles glowed in the dark, just a little muted in contrast to the vibrant green eyes. The boy - because the longer Bruce looked, the younger the being seemed - floated a few inches in the air. In his hands he held what looked like a type of thermos.

"You are Batman, right?", his voice seemed to echo a bit, even in this open space. Bruce just gave a little nod, still in his fighting stance. Just because the other seemed young, didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

"Good, good... ahem... So my name is Danny or Phantom or Danny Phantom and I know this might come a bit suddenly, but a friend of mine - well more like my mentor - said that I was on the way for the best possible timeline and I think he really needs someone like you - you know with all those contingency plans - and a different dimension than ours and he is already 3 years in the thermos, well minus the bit he was out for a moment where Clockwork sat his Bodytime a bit back, so that he can have a childhood again, but that was like five minutes max. so that doesn't really count, because ha was also in timeout, so for him it was more like a few seconds, but ahem, what I wanted to ask you Mr. Batman, sir... Would you take my evil self from a different timeline, so that he can have a better childhood and maybe be not evil anymore?", Danny rambled and Batman really wished in this moment to have any of his children here, just to make sure that he did indeed hear correctly.

Even if everything had came out in one breath, the things he could piece together didn't paint the best picture. But it seemed like his brooding had taken to long, because the child folded into himself and started do fidget.

"I understand that you don't want to, you don't know me or Dan or anything about us, but you seemed to be the one most capable of handling him and I looked through so many dimension in the hope to find a good place for him... I can understand why he is like he is, but I will never be able to talk sense into him. His actions are unforgivable, but his timeline doesn't exist anymore, the things he done never happened and he is alone in a dimension that would just remind him of everything that happened if he would life with us... But I can totally just look into some more dimension if you don't want to! It's not your problem and I shouldn't have bothered, sorry!" Phantom started to raise his hand and a green line became visible where his finger cut through the air. If Bruce didn't do anything the being would go with a child that needed his help.

"I want a list with all his abilitis, his weaknesses, his potential triggers, dietary needs, allergies, a way to contact you, your mentor and a third trusted person in case of an emergency and a weekly check in system from your side", Bruce knew his kids would make fun of him when he brought another child home, but someone said he was the best possible guardian for this boy, so he would take him. And if he felt pleased about Danny's surprised and relieved face, than no one needed to know.

"Of course! I think Clockwork gave me a folder with everything!", the boy exclaimed, before he led the riff he started to open close, just to open another one. He seemed to rummage in the small Portal, until he showed him a folder full of papers. This would take a while to go through, but at least the boy was prepared.

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #Dan Phantom #Dan gets adopted by Batman #his kids doesn't know this yet #Damian just lokked away for five minutes and Bruce brings a new sibling to the manor #he will be so disappointed in his father #Danny is a rambling mess #but Bruce learned Teenager a while ago #he thinks he understands most of it #he doesn't #Dan gets deaged #Dan gets a second chance #I have so many WIPs but so little time qwq #Dan as soon as he is out of the thermos: I got adopted by a fucking Billionaire?!#He thinks it is a sick joke #Clockwork is probably laughing at his expand

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blindmagdalena · 7 months

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Ruiner

18+ 2.6k incubus!homelander x f!reader. extremely dubious consent, cunnilingus, comeplay/eating, vaginal dp, dirty talk, tail fucking, mild mindbreak, transformation, possessive behavior, breeding kink, marathon fucking, multiple orgasm, tail oral? mild breathplay.

After weeks of exhaustion, no matter how much sleep you get, you wake to a strange visitor in your bed. In a dark and honied voice, he promises you the pleasures found only in eternity.

written for monsterlander mania. check out this illustration by @luckytiggertalia!

For weeks, your nights have been plagued by a strange restlessness. No matter how early you retire to bed, you wake up heavy and groggy. It’s as if you close your eyes for a second, and then instantly wake twelve hours later, as unrested as ever. By the time you go to bed tonight, you’re nearly in a state of delirium, collapsing atop the covers without bothering to change your clothes.

The sun hasn’t set yet, but your eyes are too heavy to stay awake. Your whole body aches in misery.

“Please, just one… One good night,” you plead, bordering on tears as you curl up, nuzzling into your pillow. You fall asleep almost instantly–as you always do–and pray to anyone or anything willing to listen that this time, you actually rest.

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake. Strangely, it’s still dark out. You can’t remember the last time you woke before the sun rose, too exhausted to imagine it. Your head lolls from one side to the other, seeking out the LED glow of your clock, but you can’t make out the numbers. They’re bleary, and to your misery, you’re still heavy with fatigue.

The weight is more than that, though. You don’t just feel heavy, you feel something upon you. In the dark, you can make out a shadow above you, tracing the silhouette with your eyes, which widen as you see two glowing crimson spheres returning your stare.

“Hey you,” the figure above you purrs in a low voice so deliciously warm and sweet, you swear you feel it on your tongue. “Really did a number on you, didn’t I? You’re just so damn… tasty,” the figure coos, leaning down into the dim light of the moon spilling into your room, allowing you to properly see who is speaking to you.

You see strong features. Pronounced cheekbones, a broad, flat nose bridge, and the second the light hits them, those eerie red eyes shift into a handsome endless blue. His head is topped with a clean sweep of golden blonde hair, and when he tilts it, you see the distinct curve of long, twisting black horns jutting out on either side of it. You feel a scream build in your lungs, but it stays there, tight and unescaping in your chest. You realize you can’t move. You can’t speak.

“But I can admit when I’ve gone overboard, okay? And since you’ve been so good to me, I’m gonna be good to you,” he tells you, dragging a single finger down the line of your throat. It’s clawed, you realize belatedly, and you hear it cut through your clothing as easily as shears through paper.

You try desperately to choke out something, say anything, but it’s as if your throat is being held in an invisible vice lock. You’re shocked you can breathe.

“Shshshhhh,” he hushes, warm hands pulling the shreds of clothing from your body. You know your room is cold, but all you can feel is the heat rolling from the body atop yours like a burning hearth given flesh.

“Relax. It’s me. And we’ve had so much fun together, you and I,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. The contact sparks like a shock of electricity, making you gasp. With that jolt comes a flash of images one after another, the blurry edges of them falling somewhere between memories and dreams only half remembered.

You’ve been here before, felt the lick of this heat against your skin. Your own moans echo in your ears like a cacophony of overlapping instances of self. Every inch of your skin feels hot, like you’ve just been submerged in a scorching bath. Flashes of nights spent in the throes of ecstasy assault your mind, and at the center of it all, a pair of lucent rubied eyes.

“That’s it, see now. See how you’ve been mine all along,” he murmurs, lips brushing the hollow of your throat. His tongue drags a hot trail down your chest, dipping to the side, where he sucks a mark into the swell of your right breast. He pulls away with a soft pop, and kisses his way to your nipple. This time, you can feel the inhuman length of his tongue coiling around the sensitive hard bud like a serpent before you feel the pull of his lips sucking at you.

He takes your opposite breast in his clawed hand and massages it with his palm, coaxing more noises from you, more exquisite pleasure. The miasma of his presence is so overwhelming, you can feel it in the weight of the air. Every breath you take feels heavy in your lungs.

Bit by bit every drop of panic drains from you, replaced by sweltering shameless enjoyment. The more you allow it, the better his hands feel. His mouth feels best of all, a wicked thing that makes your skin feel so good it burns.

He uses his knees to spread your legs, and that’s when you feel the press of something thick between your thighs, dragging up the slick mess he’s made of you, pressing against your lightly throbbing clit. It moves strangely, with articulate deftness that defies all expectation. You jolt, a moan escaping you. “What is that?” You rasp, unsure of when you became able to speak again.

“Me,” he tells you, and the feeling disappears. A second later, you see an appendage rise up behind him. A tail, you realize. It’s as black as his horns, long and ridged on the top. The bottom reminds you of the belly of a snake, with smooth scales that layer seamlessly down. You watch, transfixed, as he brings it to his lips and opens wide, taking it into his mouth. You see just a flash of gleaming, sharp fangs. When the tail pulls away, it’s coated in a shiny, thick layer of saliva.

It disappears, and you feel the pressure of it at your pussy once more, slowly and painlessly easing you open.You feel each and every bump as it slips into you, firm but malleable. You writhe, letting out a jagged moan. You realize you can move when you reflexively grab onto his hair, though the knuckles of your right hand bump his horn. Instinctively, you take hold of his horn, giving it a sharp pull that makes him moan.

He pulls off of your breast with a wet pop, both of which have grown tender under his attention. “More,” he encourages you, tilting his head to tug against your grasp. You comply, taking both of his horns into your hands and pushing his head down, down, down.

“Good, that’s good,” he growls, claws dragging tantalizing lines down your body, the sharpness of them drawing faint welts on your skin. He grabs your thighs and leans in to tongue your aching clit, pulling another moan from you. “Take, sweetheart. Take as much as you want. Take like I take from you,” he says, words like an inferno breathed on the most sensitive part of you.

You swear you can feel strength returning to your body. Your eyes no longer burn with desire for sleep. For the first time in weeks, you truly feel awake again.

His tail pushes deeper inside you while his impossibly long tongue draws figure-eights over your clit. You throw your head back and yank on his horns, back arching. You bounce your hips, fucking yourself on his tail while grinding against his tongue. He laughs against you, humming in pure delight at the way you hold him in place, shamelessly using him for your mounting pleasure. The vibrations drive you steadily to the brink.

You feel feverish with need, sweat prickling your skin. His mouth feels silky and hot against you while the ridges of his tail make you writhe with every push and pull. You come hard, clenching down on his tail, legs tightening on either side of his head, yanking his horns hard enough that he makes a shuddering noise of pleasure against you.

The euphoria is so intense that your vision turns white, but it doesn’t last. The waves fade out, and you’re left breathing heavily, wanting more.

“More,” you voice immediately, even as your legs shake. He messily licks his lips, swiping your shiny slick and his spit from his chin with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “I need more,” you say fervently.

He crawls up the length of your body like a stalking tiger, settling his weight overtop of you. He kisses you, licks the taste of sex and cinnamon into your mouth. His tongue curls around yours, pushing almost to the back of your throat. He breaks from you with a ragged breath. “You’ve kept me so well fed. Now it’s my turn to give you everything,” he vows, reaching down between your bodies.

Your brows furrow, lips parting on a silent cry as you feel the blunt, wet head of his cock pressing into you just above his tail. He moans, holding you still while he slowly sinks into you.

“Been so fucking perfect for me. Sweet little cunt, always dripping for me before I even touch you. You want to feel like this forever, don’t you? But why be my pet when you could be my equal, hmm? I can make you like me,” he whispers, punctuating every word with a thrust of his hips that brings him a little deeper each time. “And we’ll eat, fuck and live how we want for all eternity. Tell me that’s what you want.”

You keen, spreading your legs wider in an attempt to adjust to the added girth. You nod eagerly. The last thing you want to do is leave this exquisite agony behind, return to the mundane monotony of your life beyond this burning inferno.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he coos, cupping the side of your face. The sharp claw of his thumb drags across your cheek, barely light enough not to break the skin. He rocks his hips gently, alternating those thrusts with the slide of his tail. “Before I have to break you… Tell me that you want me to keep you.”

You grip his shoulders, struggling for breath. You feel so unbelievably full as he fucks you, floating on the overwhelm of sensation, but you’re present enough that his words send a shiver down your spine. “Yes. Yes, I want you to keep me. I want you to be mine forever,” you say, not wanting to lose this again. You don’t want to forget. You don’t want him to stop. You’re addicted to this. To him.

He moans loudly, dipping back down to kiss you. He hikes your legs up around his waist and thrusts in deep, swallowing your answering noises while he picks up a punishing pace, pounding you into the mattress hard enough that the whole bed shakes, headboard slamming against the wall.

“Fucking… tight,” he moans as you get closer to another climax, his voice frayed and eager. “I won’t insult you by stopping when you come. I’m going to fuck you so full of my come, you’re going to taste it,” he growls, hips snapping harder with each word, his tail and his cock fucking you until the tether in you snap, and you’re coming again, dragging your nails up his back while he mercilessly pounds you into the bed.

He’s just as unrelenting as he promised to be, growling into the crook of your neck. You gasp when he sinks his teeth into your skin, holding you in place and fucking you like an animal until he, too, succumbs to his pleasure, his groan muffled into your flesh while a rush of heat fills your stuffed cunt even fuller.

You’re sure that’s the end of it.

You’re wrong.

He doesn’t stop thrusting. His cock is still hard inside you, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

“No breaks for you,” he rasps, lapping at the bite he left at your neck. “This is your only purpose now.” He hauls you hips up, lifts himself up on his knees so that only your upper back and head are left on the bed.

You hear a noise behind him that sounds like tree branches snapping, and two enormous, leathery black wings unfurl from his back. His eyes glow like burning coals in the darkness. You give a shuddering moan as his tail slides out of you, reappearing over his shoulder.

He brings it right to your lips.

“Open,” he murmurs. You do, parting your lips and welcoming the silky slide of his tail on your tongue. He tastes like salt, sex and warm spices. Your eyelids flutter as you suck every drop, moving your tongue greedily over the tip of it. He bows his head back down against your shoulder, moaning in your ear so hungrily that you realize it must feel good for him. You suck harder, and sure enough, he shudders, holding your hips while he fucks you faster.

“Ffffuck, you’re so fucking good for me. Take me so good. Perfect pussy for breeding. Won’t spill a fucking drop, will you?” His rhythm never falters despite how ruined his own voice sounds. He pushes his tail deeper into your mouth, fucks your throat the same way he fucks your cunt, making it hard to breathe.

He comes again, dragging you over the threshold with that same intense rush of liquid heat. Your whole body trembles, and you’re lightheaded from lack of oxygen. His tail slips from your lips only to be replaced by his thumb hooking the corner of your mouth. He peers inside, and his lips split into a wicked grin. “Good girl,” he rumbles, prying your mouth open wider, inspecting your teeth. Confused, you roll your tongue along your top teeth, and only then do you understand.

You have fangs.

Before you can express your disbelief, he kisses you again, rocking against you in comparatively leisurely thrusts, luxuriating in the soaking wet mess he’s made of your cunt. “Just a little more, sweetheart, and you’ll be just like me. You and me? We’re gonna eat this whole fucking world alive.”

You lose track of how much time goes by. You lose track of how many times you come. How many times he comes. He fucks you until your pussy is raw and your voice hoarse. He kisses, licks and bites his way over every inch of you. It’s as if he desperately wants to devour you, and the only thing holding him back is his promise to keep you.

You don’t have a single thought left in your head other than taking his cock deeper, feeling more of him, tasting more of him. You’re so cum-drunk it’s made you stupid, focused only on the pleasure he has to offer you. It should hurt, you think, and yet all you feel is resplendent euphoria.

He changes you. You grow more than fangs; your nails turn to claws, and you can feel the weight of horns on your skull. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, coming inside you again with a shuddering moan. You feel his tail twist around yours.

“So fucking perfect. I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chants deliriously, adjusting your body against his own as he starts to thrust again.

The sun never does rise. You’re not sure that it ever will.

You don’t care, though. Not so long as you’re his, and he’s yours.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #terato #monster x human #monster romance #monsterlander mania #my writing #i wrote this in a frenzy today and refuse to proofread please enjoy!!! lmao

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artemismoorea03 · 9 months

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DP x DC: Reaction Time

Based on the Danny Phantom Episode: Flirting With Disaster

(Another idea I've never seen anybody else use so I'm going to go with it)

When the United States sent up a new Satellite the Justice League had conflicting feelings about it all. Yes, it wasn't any danger to the Watchtower and was nothing more but a mild annoyance. Mostly because 'Axion Labs' had built the damn thing after constantly refusing to share their specs with any competitors and everybody was very tightly lipped about it. They had no idea if it were safe, what it was capable of, and it was ugly.

It turned out that the satellite was just the processing unit but that due to 'Secret Axion Labs technology' was able to access any and al devices to allow world wide alerts to go out in a matter of seconds. Which wouldn't have been a bad thing if A) The Justice League had even a glimps of what data they would be sending, B) Axion Labs could even be trusted - which they couldn't, and C) if the owner of Axion Labs wasn't also on Batman's personal "Watchlist" for a multitude of reasons one of which was blackmail and fraud.

Batman didn't trust it and specifically made any possible adjustment on their equipment that they could to prevent anybody from hacking into their systems or finding out their personal information.

For a few months things were fine until one day things suddenly changed.

It was a rare mid-day meeting to talk about the increasing number of Lazarus Pits popping up around the world when a sudden bright green laser shot out from the middle of Illinois and hit the ugly satellite.

In seconds every Justice League member was on their feet and at the window, watching the situation with wide eyes while Martian Manhunter multitasked and started trying to locate the source of the problem. Batman watched as he obnoxious round dome on the satellite suddenly morphed into something green and almost alive. It was glowing and face like as it laughed, it's voice echoing through space as it boomed.

"IT'S OVER, CHILD! YOU CAN'T STOP ME NOW!"

Batman was thankful that he had updated the security on the Watchtower and his stuff back in Gotham City but now he was left spiraling and concerned. What happened to the satellite? Why was it suddenly sentient?! WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING?!

"There are two figures approaching the satellite." Superman said, "Without a ship."

"What?!" The collective comment formed as the satellite began to move on it's own and Batman pulled up the camera's from the outside while pulling up more information from earth.

The outside cameras showed what looked like two teenagers - one in a red suit that definitely wasn't meant to be a space suit and one in no suit at all just a helmet and what looked like some kind of jetpack!

Pink lasers shot out of the satilitte down the earth, making Batman fear the worst as news became flooded with a glowing green face of a man with long white hair in a mullet and a black and white suit of some kind. He was laughing wildly.

Suddenly earth was thrown into chaos.

Street signs changed, electronics came to life all over not just America but the entire planet as one by one areas were struck by pink lasers. The teenager with the mask flew at the satellite with glowing green energy shooting out of their hands as it effortlessly bounced off of the machine.

"Whoever that kid is, he seems to know what's going on." Flash said quickly, "We might be able to hack into the helmet and form some kind of communication."

"Maybe I should go out there." Superman suggested.

"Not yet, that glow could mean trouble." Batman grumbled and Superman deflated slightly, "Let's try to contact the kid." He said, getting to work on hacking into the kids helmet when the second kid in the red suit suddenly slammed into the one in the mask, trapping them in the middle of some kind of hoverboard.

Suddenly there was an explosion, a crack in the back of the jetpack as the kid tried to break free, firing a blast at the red one, throwing the two of them apart. The red one went limp while the green seemed surprised at their own actions before flying towards the satellite, flying in front of it. The teen pulled off the jetpack, turned it on, then let it go as the satellite opened what looked like it's mouth and swallowed the jetpack.

Which - understandably - exploded and destroyed the satellite in turn. The faces were yanked off of the news, all of the machines which had been powered up were suddenly shut down and fell harmlessly to the ground.

Disaster had been averted in a matter of minutes and just as quickly both teens vanished.

"What the hell just happened?" Gawked Superman.

"I don't know... but Axion Labs has a lot of explaining to do." Batman glared. "Let's find out as much as we can about the Illinois location."

"Amity Park Illinois." Flash said, already having information pulled up. "It's - oh."

"Oh?" Green Arrow repeated.

That was never good.

"Uh... yeah, looks like this isn't gonna be an 'on the way conversation'. Looks like we have a new meeting topic."

They learned about the kid they had seen, Ghosts, and half a dozen attacks that probably should have at least caught the attention of Justice League yet they had never even heard of these things.

They had never heard about Danny Phantom or the problems Amity Park was having but that was going to change from that moment on. They were taking a fieldtrip to Amity Park. To meet Danny Phantom, figure out what was happening, talk to Axion Labs, and figure out how the hell they hadn't heard about any of this.

#dp x dc prompt #just wait til they find out Danny is just a 14 year old kid #a kid who just saved a lot of lives and has been saving lives for *months* without help #Then when they finally go down to meet this kid all he does is look at all of the heroes with powers and demands they leave #mostly because he doesn't want to convince Amity park that he's a villain #because if superman got overshadowed Phantom would be the only one able to fight him.#my prompts

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glow-worms-are-believers · 7 months

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All along the watchtower (dp x dc)

Clark is walking alongside Batman through the halls of the watchtower. Their steps echo in the long halls, and Clark has a fleeting thought he really doesn't want to be late.

"Where are we going?" Bruce turns towards Clark to ask.

"To the meeting," Clark answers confusedly, because if Batman isn't attending an official meetings, he is at the very least aware of every single one of them.

"There's something wrong," the Gotham vigilante says as he starts to slow their pace.

"What? Bruce, we have to go or we'll be late," Clark answers but still slows alongside the other man.

"No," The bat states. "No, there's something wrong."

"We can talk about it once we get to the meeting," Clark tries, tempted to tug at the other man but he knows better.

"What meeting?" Bruce is now completely stopped.

"What do you mean what meeting?" Clark is trying his best to be patient but they are going to be late and he hates being late.

"I mean what is the meeting about? Who's going to be there?" Batman narrows his eyes at him.

"It's-" Clark stops himself. "Uh," he lets out before shrugging embarrassedly. "I guess I wasn't paying enough attention last week."

"I can't remember either," Bruce says simply and that has Clark frowning. The batman rarely forgets anything, and that goes doubly for Justice League matters and meetings. Clark turns his head to look around him and notices it for the first time.

"Where is everyone?" he says. The watchtower isn't infinite and though there aren't that people manning it usually, when there's a meeting, it's more lively. They should have walked past someone by now, or at least heard someone.

"I don't know," Bruce says. "I can't remember how we got here."

Clark tries to remember anything before them walking in the hallway but comes up with nothing. He can't even tell how long they were walking. "Me neither," he admits.

Bruce nods before twirling around and walking away.

"Where are you going?" Clark asks as he follows.

"The com center," Batman says without turning. Clark says silent as he walks up to his side. There is nothing but the sound of their footsteps to accompany them on the way and they make it to the bay without seeing anyone.

Once there, Bruce sits down in front of the control while Clark looks out through the large windows into the deep darkness of space. From the corner of his eye he sees a movement within the watchtower and he turns his head to look. For a split-second he sees a shadow of something that looks like a woman before it's gone.

"Did you see that?" Clark asks, his heart rate hitching up.

Bruce looks up and around but coming up with nothing looks back at the other man. "What?"

Clark trusts his senses, a lot more than what most people do, but this is different. "Nothing," he says.

The batman just squints but Clark offers no further information. Tense silence settles back as Bruce slowly turns back to his station and resumes once more.

Then, there's a deep rumbling that sounds out. Clark puts a hand on Bruce's shoulder who straightens. It lasts a few seconds, sounding like to a low growl that reverberates in the chest before it stops.

"Bruce," Clark starts. "Bruce, that came from outside."

"Sound doesn't travel in space," Bruce refutes but his shoulders are tense.

"I know," Clark answers, eyes stuck into the dark expanse of space.

And as he looks and looks he sees the stars starting to blink out, one by one, like candles in the wind. It's like a trickle of stars being snuffed out slowly and then it starts going faster and faster. And simultaneously, there's a sound like wind flowing that starts up.

"Clark," Bruce's voice is as measured as ever but Clark recognizes the tension in it, the fear. The wind picks up.

The darkness is gaining faster and faster, whole chunks of space getting blacked out like someone drew a heavy curtain over them and the wind is whistling by now and then it's all darkness.

"Clark," Bruce repeats.

"I don't know," Clark answers, helpless.

Just as he finishes speaking, every screen lights up a neon, acidic green and the wind is howling in their ears and it shouldn't be possible because there's no wind here there's only vacuum it hurts it hurts and then it's silence. The green is gone.

They are alone in the dark.

#inspired by the song all along the watchtower #not quite sure what's going on here but it's ghostly #Where are the rest of the jl? Is this the ghost zone is this an Ancient is this nocturne?#Who knows #not me #i'm all vibes on this one #dc x dp #dp x dc #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

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altijd-november · 3 months

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so i have seen dead poets society but it's been awhile and i know you like it so tell me about it

OKAY so this will be very long so proceed with caution

the main characters are neil perry and todd anderson. neil's father is very controlling and wants neil to become a doctor and basically neil does everything he asks always. then there's todd, he's new at their school (welton) and the personification of anxiety. they have a new english teacher, mr keating. he is everything that the school is not and not only teaches them english, but also to think for themselves, to make art, poetry, to live life to the fullest.

neil and todd are roommates (AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES) and neil manages to convince todd to join his friends. they are knox overstreet, charlie dalton, stephen meeks, gerard pitts and richard cameron.

knox is a creepy straight guy with a crush on chris noel (my gf fr). chris is a very (very very) pretty girl who has a boyfriend, chet danburry. knox has dinner at the danburry's (smth to do with making connections) and meets chris, who's there with her best friend ginny danburry. anyway he goes to a party and at some point chris falls asleep and this creepy bitch decides to start stroking her forehead. he gets noticed, chet beats him up, chris wakes up yells at him to stop. she's mad at both of them.

charlie dalton is charlie dalton. unique in every way and we love him for it.

meeks and pitts are nerds and built a radio together. they dance together. even though only one of them can hear the music at a time. they are everything to me.

cameron is the most overhated character in the series. he's a kid trying to survive school and be good and i need to hug him.

neil becomes a theatre kid. todd a poet. after the show shit happens that we don't talk about.

now for headcannons. obvi todd and neil are gay for eachother. the subtext is there. (walt whitman, tchaikovsky, gay ass staring, practicing lines together...).

charlie is a bisexual disaster. god i love him too. he's on the arospec btw. i feel like he's got some funky gender stuff going on but i cannot settle for anything, but he's something for sure. he's in love with knox, who is also bi and also a disaster. idk i dont really like cannon knox and try not to think about him.

meeks and pitts are in a qpr and no one can tell me differently. meeks is aroace and makes the worst sex jokes. pitts is aspec to me. ALSO bigender meeks my beloved.

cameron collects A's (grades, gender, sexual and romantic orientation, autism and anxiety). they're very sex and romance repulsed and hate it when people say that they're the token straight (they're very closeted to me). cam is my favourite character to write angry.

chris is very bisexual and transfem. she's in love with ginny after she breaks up with chet and the stuff with knox is unrequited because i say so.

ginny is non-binary and a lesbian. they've been in love with chris for forever and had to watch her date her brother... ouch angst incoming.

i am stopping myself here to protect my sanity. questions are welcome always. if you read all this you get a cookie.

#abby #echo's dps talks #dps #dps headcanons

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vaugarde · 1 year

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god i always forget how bad the pacing in dp is when i revisit it after playing platinum over and over

#for example the grunt that tried to bomb the marsh that you chase #in platinum he does set off the bomb and you chase him and try to arrest him. u see barry and wake distressed from this #in dp…. u just. talk to him again after the gym. w dialogue that implies u should tbf but is forgettable #and when u chase him barry interrupts w his fight #lessening the urgency and just making you annoyed #echoed voice

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hallowsden · 1 year

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DC x DP Idea Thing #3

Voluntary Admissions AU

What if Danny voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum as a patient?

"Patient #10304-M, also known as, for his safety and security, Janus D. Astrophel. Voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum on [date is scratched off with a thick, green ink], having arrived in a rather critical and vulnerable position, both physical and mental."

Rumors often spread quickly in Arkham. After all, not much better things to do when you're locked up and deemed either crazy, dangerous or even both in the eyes of Gotham. So it wasn't a surprise when news spread like wildfire amongst inmates and patients inside those dreadful halls.

A new addition had joined the ranks of the madhouse. Voluntarily at that. Likely the youngest patient to roam these halls for a non-Gothamite at least. After all, no native Gothamite would willingly put themselves in such hell.

The newbie went by Janus Astrophel. Kid seemed anything but normal. Seemed like he'd fit in well with Gotham's brand of sickness after a bit. Then again, kid looks as fragile as a twig. Almost as skinny as Crane, creepy as him too. Gives off Freeze vibes though, oddly enough, with hints of Dent.

[Those types of comments were quickly picked up by the aforementioned rogues. Rather than start a scene, they took interest immediately after hearing more words of the newcomer.]

Astrophel's a meta, just from the collar he adorns on his neck. Seemed modified as well. Didn't look like the standard ones the super-powered rogues commonly wore. Nobody knew what power he had. Seemed like it helped him more than anything though.

[Some inmates recalled when Astrophel first arrived. Didn't have a collar the first day. Kid could barely stand and was bleeding profusely. Next day, kid looked better, wearing the collar everyone associates with him now. Some think it's like Freeze's suit in a way. No one said a word bout it after receiving a cold glare]

Thing was, it ain't just the collar or how sickly he seemed that caught people's eyes.

Scars. Kid's littered with them. Some managed to glimpse a multitude of what looks like surgery scars [vivisected was often echoed, especially from Quinn and Nygma], and others looked like he was zapped by lightning [Litchenberg Scars around the chest specifically]. Kid even wore some stitches where his joints were [Frankenstein was an insult for a brief moment before Dent flipped a coin and shit them up]. Some would've mistaken him for some sort of zombie, like Grundy, had it not been for the fact people had seen him breathe and bleed... Albeit, it was a toxic green rather than crimson red.

Rather discerning as it held a resemblance to certain Demon Head's waters...

Kid didn't talk much. He was polite and friendly, sure. Some of the rogues took a shine to him. He seemed scared, though, not that anybody blamed him. Arkham was filled with rogues who earned their titles and infamy for a reason. But he wasn't scared of others... No. Crane said the kid held a certain look of fear...

Astrophel was afraid of himself... Everyone can't help but wonder why.

[They later see a glimpse as to why after he saw Joker for the first time. Least to say, Quinn called dibs even though others would like to say otherwise]

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #Had to reupload this cause tumblr seemed to not be working #anyways #brain said angst so here is angst #brain really needs to stop making angst #Danny needs a hug #danny goes by Janus here #Arkham staff knows bout some of his circumstances #They're being the proper medical staff they're suppose to be now since he joined #cause the government's corrupted and they're after a kid #The fact that someone sees arkham as a safe haven should really say something #but yeah #the collar around Janus' neck stablizes his powers cause the experiments messed with it #Arkham found family #Give Danny/Janus all the fanily members he can get #After all he doesn't have Jazz Tucker or Sam here #and the ghosts are currently blocked cause of the GIW messing things up #Danny's part of the gallery. Not a rogue but might as well be one of them now #Danny Protection squad #danny fenton #Arkham Asylum #ghost king danny #Not really obvious now but will be a prominent part of the story later #not beta'd #I have no regrets #Voluntary Admissions AU #Danny's scared of himself cause he doesn't want GIW hurting others like they already did and he's scared he might turn into Dan #Which is one of the reasons why he admitted himself as it is

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dawnthefox24 · 4 months

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My Overwatch Headcanons Part 2 DPS addition

(These are my headcanons please respect them ^^)

Ashe/Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe

Wishes that her parents would have at least noticed her but knows you can't always get what you wish.

Hate's Cole with a passion since he betrayed her and the rest of the gang but won't admit that she does miss him from time to time.

She considers B.O.B as a father figure too her and will do anything to protect him at any cost.

Is an arsonist.

Has called B.O.B the wrong name a few times before.

Wonders where her hover bike is and really wants to know what happened to it even though Cass won't tell her.

Always wondered if Cole really sacrificed himself to protect the gang or it was all just a ruse to leave them for good.

Hate's it when her plans get foiled mainly by Cassidy since they keep crossing paths with one another.

She wonders why Lifeweaver doesn't want his parents support since their making sure he doesn't end up like her.

Is very jealous of Lifeweaver but understands where he's coming from but give's him a heads up in case his parents do drop him or at least forget about him.

Needs to start a competition on who's the better shot since she has a huge ego.

Has wondered if her parents think about her or at least missed her.

Is very impressed by Echo and wished Cole didn't get in the way with the "cargo"

Hate's saying her full name and hates being called Eliza or Liz since those were nicknames her parents gave her.

Is a bit of a narcissist.

Get's annoyed when people mentioned if she had a crush on Cole to which she punches them hard before saying no.(she won't mention that she saw him as a sibling)

Wishes she never met Cole but without him they would have never form the deadlock gang.

Knows she supposed to be focusing on heists but she needs to get rid of a certain pest ignoring the gangs pleas to leave Cole alone.

Really take's her threats seriously and always keeps her word.

She sometimes has to be reminded to sleep since she usually is busy planning a heist and it's usually B.O.B or Frankie who has to remind her to rest( It used to be Cassidy when he used to be part of the gang)

Always vents too B.O.B about her problems and is very grateful that he listens too her

Her favourite food used to be apple pie but now it not anymore

Likes her coffee with a small dash of milk and sugar in it, she can drink it plain once in awhile but she needs some flavour in it.

Symmetra/Satya Vaswani

Realised she was autistic when she actually had trouble reading a few social ques.

When Niran left the academy she really did miss him but won't admit it to him since she finds it to embarrassing.

Will forever be grateful that Niran was her very first friend and she appreciates it since she never really had any friends before till she met him.

Doesn't understand why people hate Vishkar since she thinks what they're doing is right, but is slowly starting to think they might have point.

Is very socially awkward but is trying her best to be a bit more out going.

She likes listening to Lucio music since it keeps her very calm but feels very awkward around him since she has a feeling that he doesn't like her too much.

Always worries for Niran and doesn't want him ending up hurt even though he has no regards for the rules it scares her that she might see him hurt or worse.

Misses playing with Niran hair from time to time since it was really relaxing for her mainly she enjoyed doing a few hairstyles for him.

Her favourite tea is Jasmine tea.

The first time she met Baptiste she was already threatening him, since she doesn't want to see Niran heartbroken.

Doesn't like to talk about how she grew up in poverty.

She finds Zenyatta as her own teacher though she does get a bit jealous of Genji since she doesn't understand how Zenyatta can deal with someone like him.

The only two people she truly trusts are just Niran and Zenyatta since they seem to understand her in some ways.

She finds gardening peaceful and calms her nerves as well, she also found out that she has a good green thumb as well(Which makes Niran happy )

Really wants to be friends with Lucio but doesn't know how too since he seems a bit hostile towards her.

She actually taught Niran how to kathak and was impressed that he was practicing how to dance with her .

Has her own little routine on what she needs to do.

Always has to reminded Niran to slow down even till this very day.

She see's Niran as a brother too her and to her he's the little brother who always gets in trouble.

She enjoys spending time with Niran and surprisingly Hanzo as well for some tea time together.

Whenever she gets too stressed out she starts dancing to calm her nerves since she feels move free when dancing as there is peace too it.

She misses eating Niran's pumpkin coconut soup, so when they reunited again she asked him to make it very bluntly to which he did.

She tends to get lost in thought once in awhile as her mind tends to go somewhere else.

Is visual and hands on learner since she doesn't understand when people tell her something it becomes very complicated too her.

She enjoys spending time alone since relaxing for her.

Sombra/Oliva Colomar

Knows that Talon shouldn't have trusted her from the start but she stays for only Sigma since she doesn't want him ending up getting hurt.

She and Cassidy are like siblings to one another though she hates the fact that she doesn't know so much about him but so far his internet search history makes her chuckle.

Knows that Moira carries band-aids.

Always makes sure the Sigma is getting treated well since she cares about him.

Even though she enjoys hacking it could be sometimes boring too her since its the usual speal she finds on the daily bases.

She understands where Illari is coming from but is worried that if she finds something it might crush the poor girl and she doesn't want that happening too her.

Knows the Mauga really wants Baptiste back but always erases where he's at in case Mauga does look him up.

She's happy that Baptiste left Talon for the greater good since is 100% right as Mauga does bring out the worse in him.

Her and Cole tend to spend time together and catch up on a few things but will leave little remarks about his past only to be shut down real quick by it.

Enjoys changing people's passwords if their asshole's too her or to her friends.

Doesn't like the experiments that Moira is doing on Sigma since they're taking advantage of him for "games"

Enjoys sigma company and takes to him about things that upset him she also made a promise to herself not to leave him if things go south.

Has blackmailed a few people before but sometimes does it to get free stuff.

She became friends with Kiriko,Brigitte,D.va and Tracer though she won't admit it too them since there not really friends.

Knows about Frankie but finds it comical that she'll be the better hacker than her.

Loves to annoy Zarya from time to time getting a rise out of her.

She still closes door on Reaper since she finds it hilarious whenever he gets mad though she does wonder if he still misses his wife or something.

Her favourite food are Tamales

Her and Sigma tend to talk about space and birds as well. She tells him her favourite bird is the Social flycatcher since that bird reminds her of herself.

Has wondered if Omnics ever dream or if they even fall asleep. (She tried to hack Maximilien but of course she got in trouble before she could even do it)

Listen to people's playlist and will always change it to her own liking since "people have no taste in music"

Won't stop still she finds more information about Cole since she really loves a challenge and it's a challenge she won't stop till she completes it.

Torbjörn Lindholm

Worries for Brigitte 24/7 but is very proud of her and how far she accomplished her goal to where she got.

When he took in Bastion he was a little bit hesitant at first but in the end things turned out great of the both of them and he feels sad that bastion is the last of his kind.(He adopted Bastion much to Ingrid dismay)

He loves his kids and his wife dearly but also his turrets those are his babies too

He keeps in contact with his others kids wondering how their doing and asking how his grandkids are doing as well.

There's a deep regret on what he did to Angela with her biotech as it turn into a biotech rifle ignoring her warnings.

He doesn't want to build Cole a robo horse since it takes time an energy but in reality, He's just lazy since he could built it but he doesn't really feel like and wishes that Cole would stop bothering him for a moment.

Tends to get stressed out when Rein and Brigitte tend to run in head first but he trust that his daughter will be okay.

The first time he saw Ganymede he wasn't so sure that the bird will be safe with Mitzi being around but so far they've never really interacted, though the chances are very high none the less so he's protecting Ganymede at any cost.

Is happy that Bastion is part of his family now but is a bit concerned since Rein is a little bit iffy with him taking in a bastion but none the less he seeing the progress between Bastion and rein bonding but is keeping a close eye on rein in case he does something.

Love's his Ingrid always and loves to speak of the time they first met too his grandkids much too Ingrid dismay but he knows she enjoys it.

Will always be thankful for Reinhardt saving him from certain death.

He does see Angela as a daughter but knows she won't even speak to him only when its needed since he can't fault her for that after all he did go behind her back.

He's very proud of Brigitte and though he knows he not suppose to have favourites Brigitte is his favourite child but so is Bastion but he won't say that out loud.

Bastion

He always happy helping out around the work shop with Torbjörn whenever he can

Is very happy the first time he met Ganymede and is still working on building his nest.

The first time he saw Rein he was terrified of him and still is.

Has to protect Ganymede from Mitzi from time too time since Mitzi has tried to eat Ganymede more than once and luckily enough either Brigitte or Torb always catch Mitzi or Ganymede flies away from the cat.

He really really likes Orisa but its a small crush.

He and Cole get along pretty well since he enjoys his company but noticed that almost everyone enjoys Cole's company which is very odd.

Knows that Sojourn doesn't understand what he's saying to her but appreciates the effort of her trying to understand what he's saying to her.

Enjoys the upgrades that Torb gives him and is very thankful for it.

Will die for Ganymede.

He and Ganymede are very inseparable he never leaves without Ganymede.

Is trying to find the right branches for Ganymede so he can rebuild his nest again.

The only people he likes are Cole, Brigitte and Torb plus Ganymede as well.

Wonders if he should either ask Zenyatta or Orisa to be his translator for Sojourn whenever he speaks too her. Since it seems she's the only one who is struggling with whatever he's saying.

Even though he doesn't eat or smell food but if he did have a favourite food it would be Ingrid apple pie.

He takes really good care of Torbs hat and wears it all the time since he finds comfort in it.

Sojourn/Vivian Chase

She doesn't have any regrets for when she spoke out against Overwatch she knew what she did was right.

Is very close with her sister and niece as she writes too them making sure that their alright.

Had to put Murphy on a diet since she kept eating all the left over scarps and knows that Murphy isn't too happy about it.

She loves cats but is allergic too them.

The people she is close too are Cole and Winston, since they seem more likely to understand her.

Loves croissants mainly buttered croissants.

Doesn't even regret getting her cybernetic enhancements since how ever could she turn down rocket legs making things go quicker for her.

Knows that Jack is pissed off at her for speaking out against Overwatch but find it very hypocritical of him since other agents spoke out too.

She has no idea how the others can understand Bastion except for Zenyatta and Orisia but thinks the others don't even know either since all he does he beeps and boops.

She actually did miss Winston and the others since she did tell them that.

Was surprised when Hanzo thought about adopting a dog though she might send him to a few shelters who are showing dogs who need to loved and taken care for in the future.

She fins it really weird on how much Genji as changed since she always remembered him being angry and well emo as well but none the less she's happy that he's gotten better.

The first time she got her rocket legs she slid into the wall not even knowing how too stop at first till she got the hang of it. Thought it would be easy but she was wrong.

She loves her niece dearly with all of her heart and always makes sure she stays safe for her. Her nieces words not hers.

Wanted to be a detective when she was younger but turns out she surpassed that goal of hers.

Will kill anyone for Murphy,harm her beloved Murphy you'll be 5 feet under.

Wants Jack to let go of the past for what she did but knows he's too stubborn to let anything go.

Was a barista part time but had to quit since too many people recognised her.

Still keeps in touch with agent Tremblay

Loves a nice hot cup of coffee everyone morning mainly a double double.

Knows what Cassidy meant when Jack is chasing ghosts

Amelie Lacroix/Widowmaker

Enjoys classical music as it keeps her calm.

Killing truly does make her feel alive since that's the only thing keeping her sane and not lose herself too madness.

She misses Gerard everyday and hates herself since she really loved him with all of her heart.

Used to be terrified of spiders but has grown a liking to them now.

Is very much terrified of Moira because of her experiments.

Is a wine connoisseur but prefers red wine but sometimes white wine is also good.

Always wondered how come Ana never took the shot too kill after she shot her eye out.

Doesn't like Tracer since she finds her a distraction but annoying as well.

Loves doing ballet since keeps her in more control of her body and mind.

Knows that Reyes made mistake for going to Moira for help.

Likes being isolated since she doesn't want to be around to many people.

Finds her teammates a bit incompetent.

Is always shivering in the dead of night do to how slow her heart is since she cannot keep herself warm.

Always visits Gerard gave and talks to him telling him what's she been doing staying there for awhile till the next morning heading back to Talon.

Doesn't like the fact that she sometimes has to go on missions with Sombra since she always asks her stupid questions.

Some what regrets killing Gerard.

Always wondered if things would have differently if she wasn't kidnapped and didn't end up kill Gerard.

Feels very calm when she has her rifle with her since it makes feel at ease, finding some comfort in it.

Doesn't like loud noises.

Always goes to her and Gerard favourite spots when he took her out on dates.

Her favourite food is wine but she also likes Salade de Chèvre Chaud (Goat Cheese Salad).

She likes liquored cherry chocolates but also salted caramel chocolates too.

Tracer/Lena Oxton

Loves her girlfriend Emily and plans on proposing to her very soon.

Has a deep regret for not saving Mondatta but more over she should have taken that bullet instead of him.

Her and Cole are very attached to the hip since she finds him as a good friend but also a brother too her since he always makes sure she doesn't get too caught in the mission.

Even though she bad at every type of video game she loves cooking games since she finds some calmness in it.

Hate's Widowmaker with a passion and enjoys messing her up since she finds it funny whenever she gets frustrated.

Is terrified with Orisa when she told her too run getting the message with how she catches criminals.

Has to be reminded to take things slow.

Always asks for nature tips from Lifeweaver because she had no idea what she's doing as she accidentally kills Emily plants more than once(She keeps buying new ones).

Her and Iggy spend time together but also gave Iggy one of Lucio signatures.

Plans on making Iggy maid of honor and Cole her best man.

Enjoy's Cole company since she really did miss him and was the first person to tackle hug him when they saw each other once again(she cried hugging him)

Has asks Cole is he knows that like at least 2 people have a crush on him and was confused when he said yes too her.

She won't lie the first time she sparred with Genji during his time when he was a Blackwatch agent he scared her to death but over all in the end there good friends with each other.

She and Winston are very close since she's gotten to know him more during her time in Overwatch but always the checks up with her Chronal accelerator.

Will forever be grateful that Winston made her accelerator.

Sometimes has a girls night with Angela, but sometimes Angela tends to be very busy so she goes to Kiriko,Brigitte and Hana.

When playing cooking games with her she tends to be very competitive and will get mad at the other play she's playing with telling them to mend their stations when cooking, they need to be on their side of the kitchen and she's on the other side( her Gordon Ramsay side always comes out).

She had a feeling that Fareeha was gay since she used to tease her about her crush with Angela, she still teases her about it to this very day.

Loves listening to the old vinyl music and still can't believe that there still around.

Love earl grey tea and always has it with scones cranberry lemon scones in fact.

Dreams about having a big family with Emily but mainly pets.

Really wants to know what Zenyatta did before the crisis but there's no straight answer with him also she's pretty much disappointed in Genji since even he doesn't know either.

She,Angela,Cole and Freeha always have a get together to catch on a few things and see what they've been doing.

Has tried to get Hanzo into D&D but he keeps refusing but she won't give up till he says yes.

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes

Is in consent pain to the point where he can't move his body too much.

Had a small crush on Jack and Martina knew about it.

He did see Cole as son to him.

Thinks that Jack is responsible for the way he turned out but also the fact the way Overwatch fell too the ground.

The only people who have seen his face are Ana and Moira.

He deeply misses Martina and his son but knows they won't even recognise him.

He still believe what he did was right by killing Antonio even know Cole was nagging at him through the whole way he still believes he did nothing wrong.

The pain killers do nothing for his consent pain but they somewhat work none the less but still a total dud in the end.

He should have killed Jack when he had the chance but wheres the fun in that but mainly he wants him to leave him alone.

To him Sombra some what reminds him of Cole but more annoying than ever.

He believes that Jack abandoned when in the explosion since he knows he could have saved him but didn't since he was on the brink of death.

He is somewhat grateful that Moira saved him but some part of him wishes that she didn't.

Has no ill will towards Ana but never liked that fact she's always taken Jack side than his since he thought they were friends.

Knows he has an anger problems but he doesn't even know how to fix it since thats the only thing he can feel besides the pain he's feeling.

He has wondered if Jack has ever saved him during the explosion maybe things would have turned out differently.

A part of him wished he should have retired a head of time and settled down with Martian and lived his life the way he wanted.

The only thing he doesn't regret was taking Cole in even though he used the deadlock gang as leverage against him.

He fully doesn't trust Sombra but knows that Talon needs her in the end.

He cannot taste food but he does miss Martina cooking since she made some amazing conchas.

100% misses Martina cooking.

The only people he scared of are Martina and Ana.

He always attracts cats for some reason but in the end he feeds them though he pretends to hate it.

Still enjoys sewing since he finds a calmness to it as it some what control his anger, its the only thing that keeps him calm.

Misses making everyone there Halloween costumes since he doesn't like the cheap crappy ones.

Cannot sleep during the night with depending on how bad the pain can be.

Hates dancing in front of others since he doesn't like being the center of attention.

He tries too control his anger but gets even more angrier when he cannot calm himself down.

Adopted a stray cat in secret and only Sombra knows because the cat reminds him of certain cowboy that he knows.

Genji Shimada

Will forever be grateful for Zenyatta and Angela for everything that they did for him.

He really wants Hanzo to get better but knows he can't push him since Zenytta had to reminded him of that.

Wants to explain to Kiriko what really happened to him but doesn't want her to hate Hanzo since in the end he's suffering enough already and also the fact it was his fault the Shimada clan crumbled.

He is ashamed of himself for what he did during his time in Blackwatch.

Doesn't like the fact that Moira pointed out the obvious of agreeing with her on what happened with Antonio since he was clouded my anger and revenge on his brother that he didn't care at the time.

Will forever be grateful that Cole was his friend during when they first met.

Thinks his brother and Cole have a crush on each other.

Has a crush on Angela but also a has crush on Zenyatta as well.

Still plays video games but doesn't play with D.va since she's likes to rub it in his face that she's the better gamer.

Is really concerned for Hanzo well being.

He really does see Cole as a brother though he knows he was an ass to during his days with Blackwatch.

Used too get nightmares of actually killing Hanzo, but now they just stopped.

Allowed Lucio to hook his music to his lights but found it very annoying but wanted to stop him from asking him so let him only do it once.

Doesn't like Ramattra since, Ram basically left Zenyatta.

The first time he sparred with Zenyatta, he would constantly lose too him because of how angry he was.

Feels very embarrassed by how much little control he had when he was angry to the point that Zenyatta had to teach him how reckless it was(Which is very much embarrassing)

Has regrets for all the things he did during his youth and also his time during Blackwatch.

Has to tell Kiriko he isn't the same person he was back in his youth anymore and that he's changed for the best.

Will spend time with Hanzo just to repair what bond they have left but knows that Hanzo won't even look at him for what he's done.

Thinks Fareeha has a crush on Angela.

He was worried that people wouldn't like his brother for what he did too him, but wasn't expecting Angela and Cole to be the first people to welcome him but mainly Angela(Since he explained how much Hanzo ruined his life with Cole).

He's happy that his brother made a few friends.(Mainly Mei,Brigitte and Illari)

Enjoyed playing D&D with Lena and asked his brother to play with them though his brother says he'll think about it.

Finds it very hypocritical of Jack accusing him and Cole for what happened during their time in Venice since he explained to him that his mind was clouded by anger.

He apologised to Lena the first time they sparred when he was in Blackwatch though she forgave him(even though he knows he scared her too death)

He has no idea why Symmetra is jealous of him whenever he spends time with Zenyatta.

Whenever stress he meditates.

He worries for Cole since it seems like he hiding something even though he told him he regrets what they did during their time in Blackwatch he did try his best to make good memories even though his memories contain him being broody.

Regrets giving Overwatch the green light to take out the shimada clan only for the Hashimoto to swoop in.

Hanzo Shimada

He wondered if things would have been differently if he didn't kill Genji and would have told him to leave.

Knows Kiriko hates him for leaving but he lost so much but knows she has every right to be mad him for leaving.

Can't bare to make eye contact with Genji but he's slowly trying.

Has a major sweet tooth for strawberry pastries.

Still thinks he doesn't deserve Genji's forgiveness for what he's done to him.

When he says he was better with a sword he really means it.

Gets PTSD and night terrors for slaughtering Genji to the point he refuses to sleep.

Was surprised when Angela and Cole were the first people to be friends as he allowed himself to vulnerable around them.

Adopted Illari/became her mentor since he see's himself in her, he also heard her call him dad but choose to ignore it.(it made him smiled though)

Always helps Brigitte with her poetry and is happy she's slowly improving on it.

Enjoys ice carving with Mei since he finds a calmness being with her.

Really hopes that his father is proud of him but also forgives him for what he's done.

Has anxiety when mentioned about his past.

Thought about joining Talon but decided against it.

Joined Overwatch for Genji's sake since he's is his only family.

Salmon sashimi is his favourite food with tuna being seconded.

Prefers Oolong tea.

Has a huge crush on Cole but doesn't even know what to say too him.

Tried to write a few love letters too Cole but chickened out last minute throwing them away.

Is slowly healing at his own pace but he's getting there.

Sym and Lifeweaver are his gossip friends but he mainly listen to the gossip.

His favourite animals are horses and sparrows.

Feels a bit out of place now that he finally having a "normal" life for once.

Might try to defeat the Hashimoto clan on his own without Kiriko or Genji help, since he knows it's his responsibility and duty.

He finds Baptiste attractive.

Has OCD on being perfect.

Feel like he and Cole carry the same burden though different.

Solider 76/Jack Morrsion

Knows the wound on his side isn't healing correctly but chooses to ignore it.

Wishes he saw all the signs on what was happening to Gabriel.

The reason he is still going after Gabriel is because he wants to help him.

Used too have crush on Gabe.

He misses Vincent everyday.

Is terrified of Cole since he might turn out like Gabe even though he knows that he and Ana trained him as well.

Hate's Sojourn for turning her back on Overwatch since he thought they were friends.

Even though Ana is with him he wishes she never tagged along to begin with.

Is slowly going blind but can still somewhat see.

Thought Gabriel died in the explosion since he was lifeless when he saw him so he mourned him thinking he was dead.

Wishes he never even became strike commander.

Has night terror about the explosion and abandoning Reyes like a coward.

He could have save Gabriel but didn't even know he was alive till he saw him.

See's Lena and Angela as his own kids(Cole used to be but all he see's is the shadow of Gabriel Reyes)

Wonders when Gabriel will kill him since he knows he really deserves it.

Knows he responsible for how everything turned out but refuses to take part of the blame so he blames it on either Genji or Cole for not doing the bare minimum.

Knows he tried he hardest to make Overwatch work but he was under consent stress and couldn't keep up with all of the work that was happening.

Won't stop fallowing Gabe even if it kills him he wants to make everything up too him for what he's done.

Echo

Wishes she knew more about her successor Aurora

Saw Mina and Cole as parental figures since she was more close to them.

Is always willing to learn more and adapt to her surroundings to improve on herself.

She's Bastion personal translator too Sojourn since she's quiet surprised that she's the only person who seems not to understand Bastion.

Is thankful that Cole saved her and woke her up from her quarantine even though like she states it really didn't feel that long.

Her only regret is that she didn't say goodbye to Mina.

If she could eat and smell her favourite food would be pie mainly apple pie.

Feels like she doesn't belong anywhere.

Is helping Bastion build a nest for Ganymede.

There are times were she wished she could have saved Mina.

Really wants to make Mina proud like Aurora did.

Knows that she'll never be like Aurora but knows she do everything she can to help.

Has wondered if Aurora is proud of her since she considers Aurora as a sister even though they never met each other, but she likes to think that she is.

Tends to wonder what would happened if Cole ever saved her and she ended up with the Deadlock gang.

Mei-Ling Zhou’s

Really misses her friends a lot and wished that none of this would have happened to them.

She fully understands what Illari is going to through and sympathies with her.

Love's Snowball company since Snowball is the closest thing she has to her friends.

Wanted to be Hanzo friend since he only had 2 friends and also the fact that he was pretty awkward being around other people so she made the effort.

The people she considers to be her friend are Hanzo and mostly everyone she hangs out with.

She knows that Cole understands the weather forecast but doesn't trust the news reporters since they're not very certain on how the weather is going to be.

Finds Junkrat a bit annoying though at the same time very entertaining at best.

She is very sensitive.

She loved playing D&D with Lena and had the most fun playing it and is asking Hanzo to come and join for the next session telling him he could watch.

Is an animal lover and loves penguins since she finds them interesting and cute.

Taught Roadhog how to make dumplings and was impressed by how much of a quick learner he was.

Love's boba milktea is her favourite type of boba but melon is second best.

She speaks Cantonese and Mandarian.

Always apologises even though it can never be her fault she just can't help herself.

She mainly snow though she likes rain too due to how calming it is and relaxing since there nothing great than listening to a storm at home and reading a book.

Is learning how too carve ice with Hanzo she thinks she isn't doing it right.

Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes

He's very glad he met Roadie cause without he wouldn't be doing all the things they both enjoyed.

Is scared of Junker queen but has total respect for her.

Is really trying to make some friends but doesn't understand why they don't want to be friends with him.

Wants Ana too be his mother but was a bit heartbroken when she rejected him.

Is he and Roadhog in a relationship? he doesn't even know himself he just enjoys his company.

The only people he considers to be his friends are Cole and Lifeweaver.

He made Roadie his pig pen for him since where is the fun in that when you can have two traps at once.

The first time he made pig pen it was a bit too much like his own trap so he asked Roadhog for some advice even though he wanted them to be matching.

He always takes advice from Cole how too stop a train even though he doesn't even know how too stop it so he takes notes down...maybe.

Had a feeling that Jack would eat his own toenails since he looks like someone who would.

Always wanted to be a news anchor/weather reporter.

Finds that he and Ashe share the same love for bombs but his bombs are way better than hers and thinks she needs to step up her game.

His favourite animal...spotted dogs the ones that laugh(basically Hyenas)

Is an arsonist but doesn't know the meaning of it, thinks its a compliment.

Is lucio #1 fan.

He'll forever have roadhogs back and knows that Roadie will have his back too.

Pharah/Fareeha Amari

Has mommy issues but is slowly working on them.

She misses her mom but also resents her for being alive since she mourned her.

She never liked her last name being English so she changed it to her mothers since it sounded more cooler than Fareeha English.

Is very close too Cole and see's him as an older brother as she still considers him family.

She and Cole wrote to each other keeping a few updates on one another.

Has a huge yet very obvious crush on Angela but has a feeling that Genji also likes her.

Basketball is her domain she'll wipe you with the floor.

Saw Cole trip on a basketball once and laughed at him.

Thinks her mom is in love Rein with Rein feeling the same way towards her mother.

She going to Sojourn for dog tips advice since she is going to adopt a Rottweiler and maybe a Doberman as well.

If she ever gets a rottweiler she's gonna name them either Rosco or Hades.

Wishes her mom would just come back to her and put her first than any other mission.

Is quiet impressed that Kiriko can keep up with her in a game of basketball.

She talks to her father once in awhile but isn't as close as him.

To her Jack and Gabe were her parental father figures though now she barely knows them.

She is still close with her mom but is still heart heavy being near her though she happy she is alive she just won't tell her that.

Hates it whenever Cole or Lena tease her about her crush on Angela, even till now she hates it.

Always ask Sojourn about Murphy and gives Hanzo some which type of dogs will suit him,Though she'll be honest she thought that Hanzo was more of a cat person than anything.

Hints to Cole about how much Baptiste really likes him.

Has asked Cole if he liked anyone but all she got was a "It ain't none of yer business"

She is really trying to hook up Baptiste and Cole together not even realising that Cole likes Hanzo and Bap is in a relationship with Lifeweaver but to her two hands are two hands.

She remembers the first time she came out she came out to Lena too which Lena told her she already knew that she was gay.

Knows that Cole seems very stressed but whenever she asked he would just avoid the topic thinking it has to do with Jack.

She will forever take care of Angela but does drop a ton of hints that she really likes her but isn't so sure that Angela likes are back.

Hate's playing video games with D.va since whenever she plays D.va tends to annoy her too the point they have a shouting match in which Cole has to separate them.

She won't admit it but she knows that she has a ton of trauma too unpack.

Knows that her mother is trying but she's slowly getting tired of waiting and knows it's not her fault.

When she found out what happened to her mother eye she was beyond pissed and was stopped by her mom and Cole to cool her down before she did anything stupid.

Will always let Angela win in bowling though Cole calls her a simp which she hates.

Really wants to know who taught Cole how too shoot like that, the only people she has in mind are Jack and Gabe.

When she was younger she thought that Cole had a crush on Angela and it made her very jealous of him but found out he wasn't into her because he saw her as a sister.

Honestly thought Cole and Genji were dating found out they were not.

Cole Cassidy

Will lie about his past or just tell people hint about it but he'll never tell the whole truth about it.

Knows that Sombra wants more information about him but always shuts it down killing the mood for her since it's none of her business.

Despise Jack knowing that the old fool can't admit when he's wrong.

Regrets his last words too Gabe when the Swiss HQ exploded in front of him since he never got the chance to apologise to him.

Will sometimes spend the Holiday with Martina and her son since he considers them as family to him and will be grateful when first met them.

Called Ana mom once and is still embarrassed about it too this day,though it seems that Ana can never let him forget about it.

Took him awhile to realise that he had 2 adoptive mom's which were Ana and Martina.

Knows he sucks at all kinds of sports but will never tell Fareeha who taught him how to shoot.

Hate's yelling at people but it get others attention and work done.

The people he considers as siblings are Genji,Angela,Fareeha,Lena and Sombra(Ashe included).

Knows that Baptiste,Lifeweaver and Hanzo have a crush on him,though he has more of a crush on Hanzo than anything.

Found out who Reaper is and is dreading the day they'll have to confront each other once again.

Used to see Gabriel and Jack as father figures but not anymore.

He is still waiting for his robo horse.

He was bit unsure about Hanzo showing up too Overwatch but when he saw him he couldn't help but feel sympathy towards him when all he saw was how broken Hanzo was.

Flirts with Hanzo since he enjoys seeing him getting all flustered.

He didn't mean for Bap to feel bad after he ate his pork griot not realising it was pork of all things and felt even more worse when he had to spit it out in Bap hand of all things.

See's Kiriko is trying to set him and Hanzo up by planning dates for them but is failing miserably.

Thinks that Widowmaker is a great sniper but knows she lacks the combat skills.

Was a bit surprised when Doomfist asked him to join Talon which was very suspicious.

The tapir will forever be his favourite animal since he finds them cute and adorable also they remind him of pigs.

He hates the taste of pork after working in basically a slaughter house mainly pork factory it made him feel a bit nausea, since it made him lose his appetite and also he couldn't put them down.

Will never allow himself to be vulnerable ever again after losing Mina due to how close he was to her as a friend and as a close family member as well.

Has no clue how his deadeye work he is still trying to figure that out himself.

The only people he's close too are Lena,Fareeha,Angela and Genji.

Is stressed out but knows how to hide it well.

Keeps a hided stash of cigar everywhere but knows how much Angie hates it though he can't help himself it became his coping mechanism.

Wishes things would have been different but life kept flipping the coin.

He misses his folks but knows their long gone.

Has cried himself too sleep a few times and wakes up pretending that none of that happened and carries on with the day.

When Angela asks him if he's okay he always tells her that he's fine even though he's really not.

Is depressed but hides it to support his friends hiding his true feelings which he knows is wrong.

Sometimes wondered what would have happened if Gabriel never caught him or he picked the prison instead of Overwatch.

Finds Jack pretty stupid going after Gabriel like that knowing he's either going to be end up dead or worse.

Honestly was a bit hurt when he found out Ana was alive but none the less he was thankful she was still alive.

Wished that Sombra would stop looking at his internet search history, cause how else was he suppose to remove the cactus spines out.

Knows he has the same stride like Reyes and doesn't like to be reminded it of it since he was close too him after all.

Had to built thick skin when he was surviving on his own.

The first time he killed someone was out of self-defense and that's when he knew he was all alone.

Is honestly happy that he retrieved Echo back.

He knows that Echo has some doubt is she wonders if Mina was proud of her and he's sure that Mina is very proud of Echo.

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