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Okay, and please, don't feel pressured to write this if you got many other prompts (which i'm sure you did :D) But what about some X-Men? I was thinking something short and sweet between reader and Erik? If this fits with your other stories, ofc, something like this: reader thinks Erik is being overprotective and goes against his orders and Erik, of course, handles the situation accordingly. I'm pretty sure he is all softy under that act of his :D Tell me if ya need more details!

Note: I did change this up a bit, but I hope you don’t mind!

In all honesty, you’d been the first to notice Erik, Charles and Moira returning, and the moment you’d locked eyes with the former you’d stopped short, almost crashing into the others from where they were still dancing on top of the table. Your blood ran cold and your eyes filled with a strange fear. Darwin thrust his arms up in slight confusion and irritation as he bumped into you. “Hey, Metallica, why’ve you-“

What are you doing?”

Everyone followed your lead in stopping after that, prompted by Moira Mactaggart’s voice ringing out through the broken glass window. She looked positively exasperated as she threw her arms out and turned towards the headless statue. “Who broke the statue?”

You swallowed and looked away from Erik, who had since crossed his arms and fixed you with a steady yet indecipherable gaze.

“It was Alex,” Hank told her.

“No.” Raven stepped behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “Havok. We have to call him Havok. That’s his name now. And we were thinking, you should be Professor X,” she pointed at Charles before moving her finger across to Erik, “and you should be Magneto.”

There was a moment of silence before Erik rose both eyebrows, glanced at Charles with a look that clearly read ‘I told you so’ and, in all his sarcastic glory… “Exceptional.”

And, with that, he turned to leave. “Y/N.” He called your name as a clear indication for you to follow after a mere two seconds of you watching him, and with one final glance at the rest of the kids behind you, you stepped down from the table and jogged after him, all the while worryingly biting at your lip.

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You were sharing a room with Erik, which neither of you minded. You’d always shared rooms. You’d never really had the chance not to. Constantly moving around… never staying in one place for too long… and even if you ever had had a safe place in the sixteen years you’d been alive, Erik had never once let you stray too far from him. So, really, it was a wonder he’d managed to leave you alone just now while he was with Moira and Charles.

He walked into it first, leaving you to shut the door, and immediately spoke up. “I see you’ve made some new friends,” he said. His back was turned as he opened his case on the large bed and reached to take out one of his turtleneck jumpers to change into.

You swallowed thickly from where you were stood about four feet away from him, arms nervously crossed over your chest. “I’m sorry, Erik.” Why not just get it over with?

Erik paused and turned around to face you, a dark eyebrow raised. “For making new friends?”

“For… for disappointing you,” you told him. “For acting immature.”

It was silent for a moment before one corner of his lips turned upwards a fraction and he put the jumper down on the bed before sitting next to it. “Liebling.” The affectionate term cleansed all your worries immediately, and you looked up at your brother to find him gazing at you. “I’m sorry I gave you that impression. Come here.”

You did, walking over to him and perching yourself next to him on the bed. He turned a little to face you, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. “You did not disappoint me, neither do I believe you were acting immature. Quite frankly, I felt happy to see you happy, if only for a short moment.” He smiled a little, and you mirrored it. You’d felt happy, too. Admittedly not at first, but that was only because of the nagging worry at the back of your head that Erik wouldn’t approve. Which was foolish, really, because when had he become the big brother who refused to let his sister have fun? The others were a different matter entirely. You knew Erik thought of them as irresponsible nuisances who wouldn’t take the job seriously, and in all honesty, as much as you enjoyed their company, you couldn’t find much fault in that belief.

Erik’s other hand came up to your other cheek. “Those children are not ready for what they were brought in to do,” he said quietly, and you listened, “but I know you are.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “So do not think I could ever be disappointed in you. Once this is over, I’ll throw us our own party.”

You breathed a laugh at that, taking hold of both your brother’s hands once he’d lowered them. “Okay.” A moment passed. “Then why were you giving me a weird look?”

He shrugged. “For show. Charles was obviously not happy with what he saw, so I decided to get you out before he chose to reprimand you.”

“You think he’d do that?”

“He clearly likes you, but perhaps not. Though I can’t say the same for this… Moira.”

You shook your head with a laugh and he grinned. “What name has been decided for you, then, hm?”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “Metallica.” It wasn’t all bad, you supposed… you could control metal like Erik, after all.

Erik rose an eyebrow. “How wonderful. I do hope you didn’t make it up.”

“Raven did. And what about you?” you asked. “Do you like Magneto?”

He smiled before standing to his feet. “I can live with it.”

Note: I did change this up a bit, but I hope you don’t mind!

In all honesty, you’d been the first to notice Erik, Charles and Moira returning, and the moment you’d locked eyes with the former you’d stopped short, almost crashing into the others from where they were still dancing on top of the table. Your blood ran cold and your eyes filled with a strange fear. Darwin thrust his arms up in slight confusion and irritation as he bumped into you. “Hey, Metallica, why’ve you-“

What are you doing?”

Everyone followed your lead in stopping after that, prompted by Moira Mactaggart’s voice ringing out through the broken glass window. She looked positively exasperated as she threw her arms out and turned towards the headless statue. “Who broke the statue?”

You swallowed and looked away from Erik, who had since crossed his arms and fixed you with a steady yet indecipherable gaze.

“It was Alex,” Hank told her.

“No.” Raven stepped behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “Havok. We have to call him Havok. That’s his name now. And we were thinking, you should be Professor X,” she pointed at Charles before moving her finger across to Erik, “and you should be Magneto.”

There was a moment of silence before Erik rose both eyebrows, glanced at Charles with a look that clearly read ‘I told you so’ and, in all his sarcastic glory… “Exceptional.”

And, with that, he turned to leave. “Y/N.” He called your name as a clear indication for you to follow after a mere two seconds of you watching him, and with one final glance at the rest of the kids behind you, you stepped down from the table and jogged after him, all the while worryingly biting at your lip.

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You were sharing a room with Erik, which neither of you minded. You’d always shared rooms. You’d never really had the chance not to. Constantly moving around… never staying in one place for too long… and even if you ever had had a safe place in the sixteen years you’d been alive, Erik had never once let you stray too far from him. So, really, it was a wonder he’d managed to leave you alone just now while he was with Moira and Charles.

He walked into it first, leaving you to shut the door, and immediately spoke up. “I see you’ve made some new friends,” he said. His back was turned as he opened his case on the large bed and reached to take out one of his turtleneck jumpers to change into.

You swallowed thickly from where you were stood about four feet away from him, arms nervously crossed over your chest. “I’m sorry, Erik.” Why not just get it over with?

Erik paused and turned around to face you, a dark eyebrow raised. “For making new friends?”

“For… for disappointing you,” you told him. “For acting immature.”

It was silent for a moment before one corner of his lips turned upwards a fraction and he put the jumper down on the bed before sitting next to it. “Liebling.” The affectionate term cleansed all your worries immediately, and you looked up at your brother to find him gazing at you. “I’m sorry I gave you that impression. Come here.”

You did, walking over to him and perching yourself next to him on the bed. He turned a little to face you, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. “You did not disappoint me, neither do I believe you were acting immature. Quite frankly, I felt happy to see you happy, if only for a short moment.” He smiled a little, and you mirrored it. You’d felt happy, too. Admittedly not at first, but that was only because of the nagging worry at the back of your head that Erik wouldn’t approve. Which was foolish, really, because when had he become the big brother who refused to let his sister have fun? The others were a different matter entirely. You knew Erik thought of them as irresponsible nuisances who wouldn’t take the job seriously, and in all honesty, as much as you enjoyed their company, you couldn’t find much fault in that belief.

Erik’s other hand came up to your other cheek. “Those children are not ready for what they were brought in to do,” he said quietly, and you listened, “but I know you are.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “So do not think I’m disappointed in you. I rarely am and you know that. Once this is over, I’ll throw us our own party.”

You breathed a laugh at that, taking hold of both your brother’s hands once he’d lowered them. “Okay.” A moment passed. “Then why were you giving me a weird look?”

He shrugged. “For show. Charles was obviously not happy with what he saw, so I decided to get you out before he chose to reprimand you.”

“You think he’d do that?”

“He clearly likes you… but perhaps not. He would know it’s not his place. Though I can’t say the same for this Moira.”

You shook your head with a laugh and he grinned. “What name has been decided for you, then, hm?”

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “Metallica.” It wasn’t all bad, you supposed… you could control metal like Erik, after all.

Erik rose an eyebrow. “How wonderful. I do hope you didn’t make it up.”

“Raven did. And what about you?” you asked. “Do you like Magneto?”

He smiled before standing to his feet. “I can live with it.”

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DKMW (all NSFW) letters with Damian Wayne please 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

damian will be aged up for this, as will all his a-z requests.

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

  • He once got a boner while he was captured by thugs
  • It wasn’t intentional, it just kinda… appeared
  • He was strapped to a chair beaten and bloody. His thoughts went to you, and he made a promise to return to you, return to your smiling face to your perfect body, to your warmth
  • Oops, up it goes
  • He swore to himself he would never tell anyone what had happened during his capture

K - Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

  • Sensory Deprivation - he loves the concept of you not knowing where he’s going to touch you. He will restrain you to the bed, blindfold you and put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears. despite this being his kink, he knows the amount of trust to be built is high, so he doesn’t actually indulge you with this for at least a year after your first sex.
  • Sensation Play - the thought of touching your skin with different materials has him going. He will happily trace a feather along your body, tickling you and leave you crazy wanting more, and then he’ll trace a leather strap around your clit, or maybe even a cold steel pole (cleaned and polished of course), and lightly slap it, keeling at the small sounds you make because of it.
  • Spanking - Whenever those rougher nights come, he loves having your ass presented to him as he drives his hands to slap across your cheeks. Watching the red handprints form is satisfying for him to watch, lets him know that he left those marks on you and that you’re his.
  • Shibari - When Damian ties the rope around your body with intricate designs, he can’t help but fawn over how your skin glows beneath the rope. The tightness of the rope will depend on if he wants to go rough with you or be soft and sensual with you. There’s no in-between.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

  • If Damian comes home to a dimly lit bedroom and your sitting on the bed with lacy lingerie, no matter how tired and exhausted he is at that moment, he will take you then and there
  • Subtly rut against him, touch him with lingering fingers, whisper in his ear during galas or in large public events and you can guarantee that he will plough you into the mattress, wall or maybe even the bathtub

W- Wildcard (a random headcanon for the character)

  • He isn’t one to go around and have a casual affair with someone. You will most likely be his first sexual relationship. It’s why he treasures your body so much. He will explore every inch of your skin and commit it to memory. He will wholeheartedly make love to you
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I didn’t make an article because they didn’t even list them until they started airing. They did list them for this month though, but some of them don’t even have descriptions. This is all according to The Futon Critic. All of this is listed after the break.

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Rivalry || Roman Sionis

Part Two

Reminder this is a story I’m doing it doesn’t have the “Y/N” to it only the other character I made up myself! enjoy x

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Ever since that night at the club Victoria couldn’t get Roman off her mind. She could sense she was getting under his skin, personally and sexually. She loved it. But she knew what she had to do, and that was to take him down no matter how much she wanted him to fuck her till she shook.

On the north side of Gotham City she lived in her small penthouse apartment right above one of her diamond shops. Her business was strictly getting what she wanted. She owned three business like she said to Roman. One was her mobster crime business, Two was her small business of making her own clothing like the suits she wore and Three was V Magnum Diamonds, she owned that place after getting what she wanted from Bruce Wayne’s estate which was easy. The woman was close to 26 and already owned businesses without any man. She even had her own henchmen’s as well, a small group of men who sneaked out the nooks and crazies of Gotham like she wanted, especially the east end.

She sat in her office, going over papers lots and lots of newspapers about Roman Sionis. She wasn’t obsessed with him, she wanted to know her research on him, and boy was there a lot. He was known for being behind the murders of the Bertinelli’s and rumors spread about him going after one of their precious diamonds. The idea came to key in her head.

“Pauli!” She yelled for one of her henchmen. Pauli has worked for Victoria for nearly 2 years and was the one who helped her in combat and self defense when she was nearly 19. Practically a brother to her. “Yes boss?” He said from the doorway. “Get me the info on the Bertinelli massacre” he nodded as he went to find articles about it. Victoria knew that if Roman was part of that massacre then he’s more than sure after that diamond as well. What better yet to get it before he does.


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On the other side of town in the east end Roman was frustrated as usual. Victor found everything possible on Victoria Velinti, being every article and stuff online he could find. Roman was amazed on the info he found. This woman was no joke which made it harder for Roman not to like her. He couldn’t stop thinking of when she stepped foot in his club, how she dressed, the way she talked all business like, her voice dripping like honey, the way he could imagine what her mouth could do… how much he wanted to make her….his.

“Boss?” Victor yelled coming into his office shaking Roman out of his thoughts. “What is is now Victor?” He asked simply annoyed. “I relocated the Bertinelli diamond!” He said. Roman jumped up from his chair at the news. “Spectacular news!” He said walking to Victor. “Where is it?” He asked. “Gotham City bank, west side” Victor said flatly. “Well then go get it! I want that diamond!”


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Victoria was already one step ahead from Roman. She entered the Gotham City bank with no cares no worries, no one really knew how big of a crime boss she was on the west side of things. When she walked in, she flatly said she owned the diamond her self. That someone stole it from her store that was strictly Gotham jewelry and more so diamonds. The teller went with the story which Victoria cheered in her head, handing her the diamond like nothing at all. Victoria grinned from ear to ear knowing that this small diamond hid the Bertinelli’s fortune which would make her even more richer in Gotham City more than Roman would dream of.

She walked out of the bank like nothing as she walked passed a familiar face. Victor Zsasz. Victor glanced at her then back to where he was walking till it clicked in his brain. He secondly looked back as he saw the young woman walking away and her features and the way she walked and dressed he knew it was her. What he didn’t know was she took the very thing Roman wanted and needed.

Victor walked into Gotham City bank asking for the diamond till the teller said they don’t have it. Which made Victor furious. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t have it?” He said scaring the bank teller. “Well… a young woman just came in and claimed it, said it was stolen from her store” the teller explained. “Did she have a name?” He asked as the teller shook their head. He quickly walked out of the bank as he still noticed the young woman who walked past him was getting in her car and eventually driving off. Now he knew who took the diamond.

~


Roman was relaxing as usual in his penthouse getting his normal wrinkle injections which he never needed but the man wanted to look young. The smell of sage filled his apartment as he finally felt calm and relaxed.


“She took the diamond!” He over heard Victor say. Roman’s eyes opened wide at the words. “What?” He said her voice stated to get angry. “Victoria Velinti… she took it” Roman shot up from his couch shooing the other people out till it was just him and victory. “What the fuck do you mean SHE took it?” He said sitting up. “I went to the bank and a woman passed by me I thought nothing of it till I walked into the bank and the teller said a young woman took it.” Roman’s eyebrow twitched. This woman sure did have balls to fuck with him especially after something he’s been looking for ever since the massacre.

Roman started cursing and throwing his pillows around. “Fucking Fuck! I don’t ask for much do I? That diamond is my thing MY things!” He yelled. Victor tried to calm him but Roman was already in over his head.


He huffed and sighed throwing the last pillow as it flew over Victor’s head. He then turned to him.


“Find her! I don’t care what you have to do to get her back to this fucking club! I want her and that diamond now! You hear me? NOW” he said screaming which caused Victor to quickly leave the room. Roman was gonna show her who was boss, in ways it turned him on knowing she was gonna be submissive to him once he has his hands on her. Submissive and begging to be let go.


~


Victoria on the other hand was ecstatic, she got the diamond before Roman and she had no cares in the world. She sat in her office looking over the diamond in her hand smiling hard, she was gonna be rich, richer than Bruce Wayne. But her thoughts got interrupted when shots broke out, causing her to pull out her own gun while she was at it. She left her office chair walking to the door entrance peering around the corner only to see her henchmen Pauli on the ground bleeding

“No no no no no” she said running fast to him. “I’m alright boss…” but he was clearly not ok. “Just add pressure to it ok!” She said as she motioned to help him till she heard a click from behind her head and a hand wrapped around her neck covering her mouth.

“Time to have a little fun” she heard the sadistic voice whisper in her ear with a chuckle. Next thing she knew she was out cold.

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