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f1-birb · 28 days

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ok but i am usually not into these ships as much but recently. i am. so like. lando. martin. you said lock him in a cage in a tag. my mind said sub lando with dom martin.

they’re in a scene and lando is to be acting as if he's tied up and gagged. (they can’t actually do so because they can't risk marks). lando just wants to be. so. good. for him. in the beginning he wiggles a bit but gets a look from martin, eyes have him completely submitting. so he lays there quietly. unmoving. watching every flex or twitch of martin's muscles.

he doesn't realize he's started whining, but at this point he's so far under martin doesn't punish him, he couldn’t, he's not cruel. (not to mention, martin has a lando sized soft spot). so he brushes his hand up against the side of lando's face, caresses his cheek. runs his fingers thru his hair. lando is keening, basically glowing. he thrives on being praised.

the whines get louder and he starts to wiggle a bit, and martin just tsks ever so softly, not even truly a warning, but still, lando immediately stops moving. martin calls him a good boy, and he makes a noise that's between a moan and a whine, and martin can't resist anymore.

but first he kisses his forehead, his nose, his cheek, then right underneath his lip. lando follows his movement as closely as he can, with hooded eyes, until martin finally kisses him on the lips. in between kisses, he asks what he wants, lando just stares at his lips. but because he wasn't given permission to speak yet. another chaste kiss on the lips, a softly murmured 'you can speak, my sweet boy'

lando just whines again, as if that's an answer, and in his mind it must be because that's all martin gets in response. so he asks, do you want to cum honey? a whine. do you want my mouth or my hand? another whine. martin kisses him on the tummy, right above where his cock reaches and lays. gets the most desperate whine he's ever heard in his life, then kisses the head of his cock.

that’s all it takes, and lando is moaning and wiggling everywhere. almost thrashing, and he can't stop the little involuntary muscle twitches, tiny little hip thrusts. martin talks him thru it. there you go, honey. that’s my good boy. always so good for me. cleans him up with his tongue. kisses his abdomen again, then kisses him on the lips. lando is deep in space, far away but so blissed out. just feeling so good. martin speaks to him again, reminds him he's right there with him, holds him tight and lets him come back to him. talks the entire time so he has a tether to follow back.

he’s still fuzzy, but martin has gotten him changed into the comfiest coziest clothes, and is holding him on top of his chest, little kisses and caresses. when he whines again martin reminds him that they’re all done, he can talk, he can move, he was such a good boy, he loves him sooooo much. kisses him all over the face to make him giggle.

soooo. yeah your tag about lock him up or whatever gave me this original thought of him being still and silent. but then it got out of hand, while also becoming soft, cause that’s my first instinct with norrix. but where i was originally planning on going?

dom martin, brat lando. he just needs someone to Take Control. he’s always a sassy little brat, but usually he becomes complacent with just a glance, a strong arm manhandling him, a tone of voice. he ~ does~ wanna be a good boy for Martin.

so, it starts like above where lando has to be silent and still, but he can’t stop wiggling, and giggles every time he gets that look from martin. so when martin gets fed up after the many times of him squirming and giggling and just being a complete brat, martin manhandles him into a position he would be in if he were tied up or restrained, but not actually, and expects silence. except now he’s in a position where if he squirms a certain way the plug feels Good, and so he’s not planning on being still. but, more importantly he has his hand on his neck. like he always does.

but this time his martin puts his hand around his throat. and lando whines desperately, clearly wrecked and needy just by the hand placement. he’s all fuzzy now, consumed by pleasure. a bit later, when lando isn’t expecting it, martin puts his hand around his throat again, but with pressure this time. the moment he starts to press down, lando is cumming untouched, harder then he ever has before.

now though? he just wants to have a hand around his throat all day. it just feels so nice. comforting. soothing. which is why he’s always touching his neck. but it’s never the same..

anon.... this is like two gifts in one... omg thank you, like I actually have no words just yes

I'm also giggling because this is so far removed from where my thoughts about choking him out and locking him in a cage took me 😂😂

#norrix #martin/lando #holy shit look at this #birb speaks

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hailsatanacab · 4 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."