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I wanted to draw ladies. I also wanted to draw TF2. So here ya go
They're still pretty awful people
Danny is Bruce’s clone.
Hold on now, hear me out, I get that it’s been done before (but really, can you have too much of a good thing? In fanfics?) but just… give me a second to get to the point of this prompt.
Danny is Bruce’s clone. He wasn’t created to kill Bruce or take over his life or because of Batman or what-have-you, but simply because his creator thought Bruce was pretty. Not in an “I want to get him in my bed” pretty, but an “I want to display him in my house” pretty. Danny’s creator took one look at Brucie Wayne, just before adopting Dick Grayson, and went “he would look lovely in my front room.” They’d intended to create a child with Bruce, but every attempt failed. So, they took drastic measures instead, and, just as rumors of The Batman and Robin Dynamic Duo began being verified as truth, a baby was taken from a cloning pod.
The baby was an ugly little thing, so the creator was very hands off and awaiting the day they could begin grooming the boy into the perfect little centerpiece.
Somehow, in some way, the Fenton’s get ahold of Danny. Which really just ruined the creator’s whole side project, but if mind-controlling was on the table, then mind-wiping was surely available. Now, if only they could find their pretty vase, wherever he might be…
Oh. There he is. And just as pretty as they were imagining.
Meanwhile, Danny is getting creeped out by this person who randomly shows up one day and starts staring at him. Just what he needed, another Fruitloop. Well, might as well ignore them like he does all his other problems.
Hold on, he’s adopted? And shares DNA with who again?? That means Bruce Wayne is his bio-dad, right?
So Danny goes to meet his bio-dad, just to say he has… and the creepy person just. Follows. Everywhere Danny looks, he seems to be meeting that stranger’s eyes again. And it’s like, kinda weird? Like, moreso than being followed by a creepy person is weird - there seem to be various non-lethal traps trying to cage him but they’re, like, stupidly easy to escape. It’s like whoever is trying to capture him is unaware of Danny being Phantom, but who in the world wants to capture just Danny Fenton? He’s 15, average, boring, and broke af, so like? What would even be the point of capturing normal human Danny?
Danny goes to meet Bruce and, just as they lock eyes and Bruce has a moment of “holy shit that kid couldn’t look more like a child me if he tried, who the hell did I knock up 15 years ago” and Danny is like “yep, that’s obviously my dad”, someone comes up from behind Danny and knocks him out with drugs.
They’re in a public place. Neither Bruce nor Danny can reveal themselves. Danny is forced to inhale the chloroform-or-whatever-drug-of-your-choosing, is knocked out, and then taken to another location where he wakes up with a pretty new collar, that blocks Danny’s access to his ghost half, and the creep staring at him waking up.
Bruce drives himself up the wall trying to find the kid that was clearly his, lost like sand within his grasp.
Lowkirk thinking about Akademiya Zandik fucking you raw on the rainforest floor while out on a field study
MDNI
You two were already roommates prior to this, and while you weren’t officially a thing, you’d definitely toyed with one another in the past. All casual sex, you swore up and down.
You felt bad for him, honestly. He was so obsessed with broadening his knowledge and spent so much of his time tinkering with ancient technology that he never really made a proper friend before you, much less get laid.
So, when you took his virginity one fateful night in your shared dorm, you knew you had to make the most of this guy…and his unexpectedly huge dick.
Now, students at the Akademiya were required to go out on two field studies per year that were relevant to one’s darshan. Zandik, of course, do not belong to any one darshan, so he got free rein over where he went.
Subsequently, he chose yours, because, duh, you’re his only real companion! Who would accompany him through long hours of tireless field work (and take care of his occasional boner)?
It was the morning when you both awoke before the three other people who had accompanied you on the journey. You were deep in the muggy rainforest, the croaking and crooning of various frogs and wildlife echoing between towering trees, marshy, uneven grass swallowing your feet with each step.
Neither of you said a word, but both simultaneously decided to explore the forest a bit before everyone else could join you. Zandik’s hair was a bit messy from sleep, his uniform rumpled and his face still flushed with his tiredness.
You should’ve known then that this excursion wouldn’t last 15 minutes.
Honestly, you had no idea that Zandik was capable of this.
A hand clamped tightly over your mouth as your screams were muffled by nothing but skin and bone while Zandik rearranged your guts from behind. Your chest was pressed into the ground, the dew of the grass seeping into your top while your knees braced yourself against the brutal thrusts he was delivering.
His teeth sank into your shoulder, a series of desperate whimpers tumbling from him as he fucked himself into you. His whole body was hunched over yours, free hand clutching your own that dug into the ground beneath you.
The camp was only a couple hundred feet away, and if anyone were to wake up and walk out right now, they’d see you both for sure, on the ground fucking like rabbits.
Fuck, Zandik was so close. He could feel you tightening around him, spasming with every punishing thrust that hit your g-spot just right. His hand wasn’t going to be enough to shut you up anymore.
Quickly, he resorted to pushing two of his fingers past your lips, feeling you gag around them. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, which begun to roll back from how good he was fucking you right now.
Just then, the rustling of a tent opening caught both of your attention. Without warning, Zandik pulled out, hoisting you off of the ground in one fell swoop.
You both disappeared behind a large tree just as one of your field study partners exited their tent, directly in your line of sight.
Zandik lifted your thighs to wrap around his waist, leaning in and claiming your lips in a deep kiss as he guided himself back to your entrance, filling you all the way up with one thrust that literally knocked the air out of your lungs.
He used one arm to support you as he started fucking into you again, his thumb circling your clit in quick, sloppy motions.
Your combined moans melted between each others’ lips, turning into breathless gasps as you both crested onto the edge.
Zandik surged his hips forward, his head dropping to your shoulder as he clamped his hand over your mouth again, muffling your loud, wanton scream as you came on his dick.
He quickly pulled out, his orgasm splattering all over your bare tummy, dripping down to your thighs as you both caught your breath, staring back at one another with the adrenaline slowly leaving you.
Just then, you heard the voice of your field study partner.
“Is someone over there?”
For Stella
Lord High Protector
two queens maximizing their joint slay
Swordvan be open ye!
#Memories
I've fallen to the floor and I CAN'T GET UP
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