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Prompt 1: Red Hunter

(Before we begin, I'd like to say that I've been awake for no less than 20 hours... And it currently half hour before midnight.

Okay?Okay. )

The story begin in the watchtower. Impending doom via asteroids, aliens, gods, ghost, terrible disaster or whatever you wish. Point is, the world might as well die if they fail to find a way.

Generic cult shit and badabing badaboom!!!

GH! PHANTOM!!!! Here to save the day!!!

There's a catch though, of course there is.

Dunno 'bout the technical rules cuz I did no proper research. But turns out that certain people just needs to die to preserve the balance of the world.

Grim reapers cannot kill cause all they can do is wait for death and guide the soul in the afterlife. They don't kill, unlike the popular belief that they do.

So what does that mean? It means that King Danny assigned one of people who summoned him to be his Executioner.

Who does he choose?

Isn't it obvious?

He chose RED HOOD, of course.

Cuz Danny instinctively knew that this man is a dying revenant, starving cuz he's not fulfilling his NEED for revenge and all that shit that made him possess his own body.

So Jason was given a new name, Red Hunter, a remembrance of the good old days. He was also given a book, except for the first page, the book was practically blank.

The first page was a contract, that the person was bound for life to kill ANYONE who's name appears in the book. That the person will do the task dutifully.

Jason, being chosen, signed it since he really have no problem in killing. Truthfully, he was glad that the Big Bat or anyone else (exempt Tim and Damian) was not chosen since, unlike him, they have morals that kept them from taking lives.

So, he signed it, the book vanished with a flash, Danny smiled in victory, disaster avoided and one, two, three!!!

Jason was awoken by his Ghostly Butler. A guide to help him do his job. A person who can answer his question.

So ask he did...

First of, where did the book go? Inside Jason, a little lesson of summoning the book give him a magical transformation to his Executioner outfit.

Does he have a time limit? Yes, apparently, it's 24 hours, a very good news.

What would happen if he fail to kill by the given time? A punishment to his own person. Ghost will attack him for several hours, or just bother him.

How does he do the killing? Whatever he decide. Death by bullet, stabbing, planned accident, poison, arson, or beaten. Really, for as long as he kill the person, the way he would do it doesn't really matter.

Why does he have a Butler? Cause of a previous issue with the last executioner killing themselves with their guilt. The Butler system was made so that that can be prevented.

How would he find his target? A ghost will lead him to it.

What does that mean? You will know at your first mission.

So he kills, what next? You shall use your thermos.

What does that even mean? You will know at your first mission.

Really, why does he have a butler? To give guidance and answer.

So, when will I get my mission? Now.

What?

So Jason took the book and there, written in a fancy calligraphy, the civilian name of Joker. Or at least that is what the ghost of his younger self wearing his old Robin costume said to him.

[dotaphill25]

wha D:

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Well... I needed to spit it out somewhere anyway

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Stop thinking that happiness is having a romantic partner, fuck, life is more than that...

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Spontaneous Disrespect

I originally wasn't going to put this here but fuck it. I used to write worse. It's just harder to find now because the search function is broken on this website

Rufus profaning his father's memorial. Filth that may come a smidge too close to incest for some under the cut. Mild omorashi and watersports.

One might think Rufus planned this. Because Rufus Shinra is always scheming. Not so. Not today. He decided on a whim to drink an extra cup of coffee before visiting his father's grave. The gravestone was almost grand enough to be called a monument. It was in the signature style of the Shinra building. Mostly black and it screamed oppression and technological advancement. Not the colours Rufus preferred but this was for appearances, only.

Normally, he was content to just talk shit at his father's silent gravestone. He never fails to smugly grin when his father's corpse has no rebuttal. He could stand over the gravestone all day, puffing himself up and listing all the ways he's a better president.

Whether or not it's true.

No, today he had extra coffee on a whim. So halfway through his usual song and dance, he gets the urge to pee.

Rufus goes silent, considering the shiny gravestone below him. One might even think he was being respectful for once. He did hire someone to clean this area regularly to give the illusion of respect.

But no, there's no respect today. The opposite of it.

He takes a step back, to avoid any errant splashes. It takes too long to undo his trousers and the wait makes the pressure grow worse. Once the front of his trousers is open, he is as quick on the draw and to aim as with his beloved shotgun. He leaned forward slightly, putting effort into it. Rufus was tall enough that the piss hit the stone with loud, rapid slapping sounds. He chuckled under his breath. He allowed himself a long, satisfied sigh.

When his bladder would squeeze out no more, he took his hand away from his dick. Confusingly, it was partially hard. If he shifted his weight, it swung awkwardly. He glared down at it, as if it had its own mind and chose to embarrass him at this very moment.

He glanced at the gravestone, then back at his erection. He already soiled it one way. And it's true, Rufus was a person who went all in when he did something.

He removed one of his gloves. Instead of putting it in a pocket, he pressed it between his lips, letting it dangle. Rufus narrowed his eyes at his father's name in particular. He stroked the top of his length to get it nice and hard then his hand settled at the base.

If only his father could see his son's triumph. I bet he didn't see it coming. His hand moved faster at the thought. Holding the glove in his mouth had the convenient effect of muffling his first, soft moan.

Rufus was alive and his father was not. Who was incompetent, now? Can't be competent if you're dead. Clear precum was dribbling out and down the underside. Rufus stroked higher, only to twist his hand back down. His cock glowed with a slimy sheen in the dim light.

He growled quietly through teeth biting into the glove. He repeated the motions a few times, slicking his hand with fresh precum, then adding another layer to the rest of his length. He panted and the glove waved with each breath. From his view, his cock jutted out over the ‘monument’ and he could already picture it covered in white below. It was his favourite colour, anyway. His glove dropped to the ground as he moaned. How fitting.

Rufus tried to hold off as long as he could; daddy deserved as much as his son could give. He growled at the thought, a mix of disgust and pleasurable pressure building in his lower belly. The tipping point was just beyond, resulting in lazy, white splotches spreading and obscuring enough words on the gravestone to make it unreadable.

Rufus sneered. “Finally did something well enough for you, Dad?”

For every second that passed after that, the pleasure dissipated, leaving the disgust behind. He snatched the glove off the ground like it jumped there just to piss him off. He shoved his dick back into his layers of pants and stomped off.

Yet, he’d probably do it again.

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