DP x DC Prompt
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There are no more heroes.
Well, okay. Rewind a bit.
Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)
The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.
And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.
Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?
Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.
So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.
There are no more heroes.
Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.
Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.
Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)
In other words:
Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.
Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.
(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)
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Alright, so like.
Big massive Blue Eye Samurai spoilers that I'll tag appropriately if you're filtering for that, but I am freaking out about this single shot in the finale. The rest of it was delightful as hell, but that's a whole other post that I probably won't get to jkhdfjk
The fuckin... the sheer perfection of the narrative within this single shot is making me climb the walls and I immediately paused it to just draw a sharp breath at this scene.
Akemi, craving nothing more in her whole life than to escape from her life of royalty and suffocation and pressure and having every little thing decided for her before it's ever given thought. Seeking only freedom from men's choices. Needing only to be seen as a person.
Taigen, a man bound by incredibly strong honour, to follow the rules, to be a man amongst men, to be the strength he only wishes he could be. There is nothing about him that isn't for the supposed greater good that is so rigid in his mind (even in this scene, he comes around a little in his pleas to her, but give him time, he's still learning).
Both of them staring the other down on this bridge between worlds, knowing what lies at their backs, and knowing what the other sees over their shoulders.
And a thread that tied them both to their own anchors of their old lives now laying dead between them.
Akemi, staring into the beautiful and peaceful freedom that is finally within her grasp, seeing a pristine sky and flourishing greens, a life she's only tasted from the outside, now so close to her should she only walk towards it. A life of her own choosing. Her own destiny to carve and mould in her hands like so much potter's clay.
Taigen, seeing the very world he's strived for, the very person he's risked everything for; all of it haloed in a crumbling, fiery mess, collapsing on itself as she tells him no. All his honour, for nothing. A life of death and loss and little else left in his hands after all his work.
Everything behind her of this old life turning to ash as she tells him she's going to be the strength he wishes he could be.
Everything behind him feeling so devoid of life and the happiness he seeks as he watches her defy him, reducing him to nothing as he witnesses the sheer gods damned strength of this woman.
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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥
Reader: afab!Reader
Character: Shanks
Kink: #13 Sensory deprivation
Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
Gift Giver: @stargirldelight
Summary: A little sensory deprivation takes more than just your sense of sight, and you're surprised how much you relied on your sense of smell.
Content Notes: oral received, vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, scent deprivation, teasing, standing orgasm.
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
The strange mask Shanks had put on you was keeping you from seeing anything, and from smelling anything. You hadn’t been certain what depriving your sense of smell was going to do to you, but the answer was, a lot.
Shanks had snuck up on you so completely that when his hand rested on your hip you nearly screeched. It wasn’t even that he had caught you off guard, it was that the familiar touch had an air of strangeness to it.
Subconsciously, you had always picked up on his scent, and without that input you’d been certain someone had snuck into your otherwise safe space. You held onto Shanks as he held onto you in return, talking into your ear softly.
“It’s okay, it’s just me.” He says reassuringly. “You poor thing, you sounded legitimately scared.”
“I didn’t realize,” you admit, still trying to calm your heart. Shanks’ hand against your body was calming, but there was an almost constant sense of it being someone else’s. “Haaa, I didn’t think it would make such a difference.”
“You need to take it off, babe?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No, I j-just need you to keep talking to me, please.”
“Sensory deprivation to sensory overload, huh?” He muses, and you feel the scruff of his facial hair against your neck as he leaves soft kisses on your skin. His steady hand moves over your body, avoiding the most sensitive places for now.
He’s more focused on getting you used to the feel of him with your senses blocked.
“There we go,” he hums, feeling your body starting to relax. He doesn’t let you lose track of him, even for a second, moving around and handling you so sweetly. “Now that you’re relaxed, I can begin to tease you properly.”
You can hear the mischief in his voice, and it sends a pleasant shiver along your skin. Shanks brings your hands up, one after the other, and wraps them around a decorative pole. You recognize it as one of the posts on the bed, and use it to keep yourself steady as his hand begins to wander over you in earnest.
“Don’t let go of that.” He instructs. “Spread your legs for me too, ah-!” You spread your legs and stick your ass out toward him, eliciting a pleased hum from him. “Look at you, teasing me.”
His hand presses into your thigh, running up against your skin and making your body tremble. Calloused hands reached the curve of your ass and his hand left you for the first time since the evening had started. It didn’t leave you for long, a sharp smack against your ass sent a shiver through your body and tore a surprised gasp from your lips.
You stayed in your position, shifting your hips a little to one side to tease him a bit. You heard the soft grunted laugh, and just after his hand came down on your other ass cheek. The sharp sting was less surprising – you’d literally been asking for it – and the lingering tingle of pleasure pulled a soft, pleased moan up into your throat.
You can feel him moving around you, and a moment later you can feel his breath between your thighs. He shifts more and you can feel the warmth of his shoulders against the front of your thighs. His hand steadying the backside of your thigh as he kisses the inside.
“Sh-Shanks!” You gasp, barely managing to keep a hold of the bedpost.
“Hold onto the post, love, and don’t worry,” he leans forward, kissing up the inside of your thigh, your legs spreading a little further to help him reach his destination. “I’ll take care of you.”
Shanks’ hand grabs your ass, holding your slit against his mouth firmly even as you squirmed from the initial sensation. You’re holding onto the bed post like it’s a life raft at this point, body shivering as his tongue pushes against your clit.
You can hear him, you can picture what he must look like, sitting on the floor, face between your legs, even if you can’t see him right now. Those eyes watching every twitch and shiver, analyzing everything you do and adjusting accordingly.
You could blindfold him, and you were certain he’d still drink in everything he needed to know to bring you to the brink.
He puts one of your legs over his shoulder, shifting you enough to push his tongue inside your pussy, his nose against your clit. Your addled mind wasn’t even sure how he was breathing as he devoured you, his thick, wet tongue practically coiling inside you. All you could do was hold on as the pleasure continued to build.
You leaned into him, leaned into the pole. Both of your legs shook as the pleasure continued to build. His fingers pushed into your sopping cunt as he shifted again, and you heard him breathe in deeply before he began to suck and lick your clit, fingers pushing deeper.
“Just like that,” he praises you, somehow managing to steady you and fuck you with the same hand. “Let me hear that sweet voice as you cum.”
He wasn’t going fast. He never seemed to be in a rush, but he knew exactly what to do. How to make your heart race before he even began, how to soothe you without letting you actually calm down. He knew how to use his tongue in so many ways it almost made you angry, but that anger did nothing but enhance the feelings between your thighs.
“Shaaaaanks, Shanks, please.” You gasp. Your arms are trembling, your legs might hold up, but you can’t keep holding onto the bed post. “L-Let me tah-touch you.” You gasp, arms squirming as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit.
“Please do,” he responds, diving back between your thighs, pushing a third finger into your vagina. The lewd wet sound nearly makes you cum as your arms drop from the bed post. Your fingers tangle into his hair roughly, and the grunt tears through your core.
The pleased hum that follows has a heavier effect on you and the orgasm crashes into you. It’s by his will that you manage to stay upright, crying, squirming, and twitching as your toes curl and he manages to hold you against his face.
He guides you down carefully as you come down from your first orgasm. Your shaking legs are on either side of his waist, your shivering arms are wrapped around his shoulders.
“See? Just like that.” He assures you.
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