Nomming

[vorishdelight]

Have you ever had an idea that it hurts to not write? Yep...

Mostly gonna focused on

DC (I haven't seen Superman yet but Ive been thinking about him doing protective vore)

Marvel (Protective Loki, Good(?) Ultron, Protective Vision)

MHA (Protective Eraserhead, Protective Gang Orca)

Some Original stuff

Maybe a few God related animes

[unbreakabledawn]

18 💖

18. Accidental injury

[send me a number between 1-31 or a specific prompt from the list here and i'll share my fill for that day]

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The problem with being three inches tall, was being three inches tall. Getting around took way more effort, crossing the living room was a journey in itself. Everything was louder, and Bruce’s smaller ears struggled to adjust. Even eating was annoying, because they didn’t make functional cutlery at a one to twenty-five scale. Being so small, he was easy to overlook, even to Clark’s enhanced senses. Because Clark was used to all of Bruce’s biological reactions at his usual size, not as he is now; the scale of a field mouse.

That’s why he hadn’t spotted Bruce when he put down his bag, and all Bruce sees is a massive shape filling his entire field of vision before the huge object hits him square in the chest and sends him flying across the floor. His head strikes the ground and his vision flashes white, sending sparks across his eyes. The taste of rust blooms in his mouth from where he bit down on his tongue. Bruce groans in pain, taking quick stock of his body. Nothing feels broken, but his head swims with the impact.

To Clark it was an absent action, just dropping his work bag in the corner of the room, completely unaware Bruce was standing in the same spot. He must’ve heard Bruce’s pained noise, because Clark’s thunderous voice erupts overhead.

“Bruce?” Clark says, and probably not that loudly, but it’s a roar of noise to Bruce’s ears. “Oh, God. Are you okay?!”

Bruce struggles his eyes open to see Clark’s immense form crouched over him, filling the entire sky. His brow is creased with concern, mouth slightly parted, and his eyes are wide behind his glasses. Bruce becomes aware of one of his huge hands closing in on him, the air shifting with displacement as Clark curls his wide fingers around Bruce, carefully scooping him into a palm.

Bruce levels a glare at Clark, not enjoying the experience of being handled so easily even though he’s grown used to it, even at their normal size.

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simply, set in a world where borrowers/Littles/Brownies/Pixies/Fairies exist and often hunted for their abilities. They are really hard to find but Clark (Superman) agrees to shrink to find the mini village or individual.

(Not fully fleshed out but was on my mind)

[hubedihubbe]

Big orca Makoto and Haru fools around and are losers together hahh

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Trust You

Tim POV

Tim fought hard against passing out, he and Superman got separated in the fight and that's how he got caught.

The first time Robin saw Superman enraged, it was on TV and Lex Luthor was trying to profit from it.

Bruce had warned him about the affects Red Kryptonite had on Superman, how having his arm broken is the real reason he carries Green Kryptonite around.

While he and Superman wasn't close like he was the other Robins, he and Clark Kent were rather close.

Even before he knew he was Superman.It took one question about his camera, and the two traded secrets like old ladies during baking contests.

When he finally found out that he was Superman, he wanted to tell him immediately that he was Robin but was talked out of it by Batman.

That didn't stop him from messing with the alien.

Now though.Now he felt as though he was dying, Superman was locked down under threat of red Kryptonite.

He had broken bones, maybe a pierced lung and his breathing gear was damaged beyond repair.

He might have blacked out but he awoke to Superman calling him Robin.

“Don’ call me Dat scoops.” Tim slurred, the feeling of spit falling from his mouth.

“Timmy?” That was Clark, not Superman.

There kid shakingly turned his head with a smile feeling weaker by the second. He started blacking out again, confused by the noise of ripped metal and snarls.

Tim's body shivered as a chill rid passed him, something large and warm wrapped around him and broke his own restraints.

“SScoops?” Soon he was deposited on something warmer and sticky.

“Trust Me.” The voice was familiar but loud, the feeling of safety washed over him.

“K, Scoops, trust you.” That was the last thing Tim remembered before falling unconscious, but remembering how safe and warm he was away from danger.

When he awoke next, he was in the Watchtower med bay with Booster Gold, Batman, Zatanna, and an unconscious Superman were with him.

“Robin, Robin stay awake for me!” That was Batman, he was tired though.‘

“Robin Report!”Oh well there goes his nap.

“The assailants were prepared for Superman's intervention, he was weaken greatly before held in a place of red Kryptonite. He attempted to keep still until they began to torture me and due to blood loss, broken bones and a pierced lung I was un able to document anything else.” Thanks to his eyes being closed, he missed the look the adults gave each other.

“Robin, before you rest, do you remember what Kal did to get you out of your situation?” Diana sounded gentle

“He asked me to trust him and I do. Kept me safe.” Soon the little energy he gained and Tim passed out.

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Everything was muted, which was concerning for someone with super hearing and in danger.

Superman shot up in concern, only relaxing when he noticed Tim asleep nearby and they were in the Watchtower.

He looked over the kid while gently getting up from the sun bed, his breathing was stuttered and his face was a bit pinched.Sitting up, he noticed that Tim wasn't in complete armor and he could see the damage.

They were healed, but miniscule cracks in his ribs were visible to him.

A healed puncture in his left lung and the few healed cracks in his arms and legs.Soon, Clark found himself staring at the tiny skeleton with healed wounds from torture.

He blinked at the sound of someone phasing through metal.J'onn approached with little hesitation, “Do you remember what happened?”

“I remember our captors about to start flaying Robin and took the risk of Red Kryptonite to get to him, how badly did I hurt him? All Im seeing is wounds he got from the torture.” Superman looked at his friend and froze.

J'onn didn't always emote, and sometimes the Kryptonian couldn't read him, but the martain seem to be uncomfortable.

“J'onn? Did I do something?” Superman turned towards Robin, fearful of the sheer thought of hurting him.

J'onn touched his shoulder, “Batman is…concerned that your first thought of protecting his ward was eating him.”

Superman froze and slowly turned towards his friend.“I WHAT!?”

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Trust Me

Focusing on Tim Drake and the Man of Steel, the duo gets trapped in a space prison. With Tim's gear damaged, Superman has to get him out safely.

Kryptonians have advantages that humans solely need, Clark never wanted to trade places so bad in his life.

Barely thirteen years old, and the newest little Robin was being tortured in his stead.Being indestructible was a curse disguised as a blessing.

Clark watched with gritted teeth as the small child smiled through his own blood.He began to struggle, but slowed down again. If he broke out, the sensors will unleash and onslaught of red Kryptonite.

Red Kryptonite was the Kryptonite that Clark feared the most, it made him angry. So uncontrollably angry.

The first time breaking out of it, he had broken Batman's arm. The Dark Knight didn't blame him, but the Symbol of Hope still felt guilt about it.

Though there was more on the line, a child was taking his pain.

“Robin, just hold on, I'll think of something.” That won't get you killed, went without saying.

“Don’ call me Dat scoops.” Robin's slurred words whispered out.

Ignoring the drips of blood from the boy's mouth and listening to his words, only one child called him Scoops.

“Timmy?” In pure mortified behavior, Clark watched him turn his head slowly and painfully.

Timothy J. Drake was an eleven year old genius that Clark Kent had to pleasure of meeting, The two would swap camera and picture information and tips occasionally after he's done his job, with the laser focus attention from his mother.

As Tim began to droop down, the alien returned and Clark's blood ran cold.They were sick, twisted, evil beings.

He didn't need any history degree to know that what they brought in were flaying knives, they were going to flay a child basically an infant.The rough handling and whimpers from Robin finally pushed the Kryptonian over the edge and he began to break out of his confinement.

Superman thrashed in his cage, causing it to fill with red Kryptonite.

No! No! He can't hurt Tim in his rage! No!

As Superman fought the ever building rage, he didn't notice the changes.

His body stretched out, his nails grew pointed and jagged, his canines becoming sharper.

The anger lessen and Superman blinked in surprise, that's when he heard muffled laughs.

“The Kryptonian cares for the terran, so much so he would destroy himself. Should we leave so he hurts the Terran himself?” Anger grew at the giddiness in its voice.

“SScoops?” His voice was too weak, he didn't have a lot of time left.

Superman, no Clark punched through his prison, finally noticed that he had changed.

That the Red Kryptonite didn't affect him like normal.He pulled himself free, his ice breath was creating a fog around the ones below him.

Tim

Tim wasn't even moving anymore, he probably thought he was going to die.

Clark reached down and broke the restraints on the kid, who slumped down into his palm.Blood began to pool under the child, and Clark wanted to protect his pseudo nephew.

He didn't have pockets to put him in.Instinctively, Clark shoved Tim into his mouth.

Despite him being mortified, the Kryptonian swallowed the human down.The aftertaste of iron filled his mouth, and before he gave a final swallow he growled, “Trust Me.”

“K, Scoops, trust you.” The reply warmed the now giant's heart and he swallowed the child completely.

Looking down at their wardens, his vision grew red.