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nightmarevore · 1 year

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Craving — Good Morning, My Beloved

Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies , Luke belongs to me.

Rowan and Luke cuddle after waking up in the morning.

AO3 VERSION

Contains: G/T, G/T cuddling, g/t vore, extreme cuddling, endosoma, vore, soft vore, safe vore

Word Count: 2,756

Rowan’s face rests against his pillow. Luke, his love, his everything, lies shrunken next to his face. In fact, he’s leaning up against Rowan’s face. The predator smiles at this, lifting his hand and pressing it against the other’s tiny body, holding him against his face. He nuzzles Luke, purring and closing his eyes. Luke can’t help but chuckle as he’s pressed further against his boyfriend’s face, relaxing his head. He nuzzles it, soon placing the tiniest kiss up against his cheekbone.

Rowan’s chest bubbles with love. He loves Luke, he knows this. He lifts his chin and removes his hand slightly from Luke’s tiny body to press his mouth up against the tiny man’s frame. His lips press into his chest, and Rowan’s purrs envelope the shifter’s core. Luke is so tiny when he’s like this, and Rowan can hardly contain himself at how adorable and cute he is. He has to keep him close to himself at all times.

Besides, how else would he stay warm?

Luke chuckles and leans up against Rowan’s lips, holding his arms out and sinking into his skin. In response, Rowan’s tongue slips through and brushes against the tiny. The shifter’s face flushes, and he looks up to Rowan’s eyes, still closed.

“Hm…. I just needed a lick.” He mumbles against Luke’s body.

“It never stops with a lick.” His love responds, in a joyful tone.

He’s right, it always continues further than a lick. Rowan gets excited easily when it comes to the man that he loves so much. His stomach growls lightly, and he feels the pang of empty, loving hunger from his stomach.

“I think....” Rowan mumbles, pressing Luke back into his face with his hand. The little man’s body enters just enough into Rowan’s mouth that he can speak directly against his body. His lips embrace the tiny Luke as he speaks against him. “I think it should go past a lick.”

His words vibrate against Luke’s entire core. His tiny body surrounded by lips and words, his love that would always be his home. His words vibrate against his very soul. Rowan is his everything. His boyfriend who swallows him and keeps him safe. His boyfriend who he leans against for comfort and protection. Rowan, whose stomach he’s been in more times than Luke could count.

Rowan purses his lips against his beloved’s tiny body and kisses it. The little man is so fragile like this, with each movement the predator has to be gentle. He doesn’t dare hurt him. He lifts his head and gently guides Luke’s face to his lips, and soon he places a rather large kiss against it. He does this again, and soon Luke leans his face against the plump lips that cradle him.

“Your teeth are sharp.” The shifter speaks into the giant pair of lips.

“I was hoping you’d be my breakfast this morning.” Rowan’s voice is soft, like a whisper. Luke ends up with a decent look into the giant’s mouth.

“I was hoping to be your breakfast.” Luke replies.

Rowan chuckles, and soon Luke laughs. Of course, the two of them were always in sync when it came to this.

“Well….” Rowan shifts, lifting his head up and supporting it on his free hand so he can look down to his tiny boyfriend. “My little cherry, I can still smell your shampoo from last night. It enhances your sweet scent.”

“Maybe that was intentional.” Luke laughs as he looks up to Rowan, soon standing up. Rowan’s hand still leaned against the shrunken man, and soon it swiftly scoops him up, swiping Luke off of his feet. He raises Luke to his face again, holding his body against his visage and places his lips against his middle, giving him one more body kiss.

“I love you.” He mumbles against his form, his words surrounding Luke’s entire being.

“I love you, too, big guy.” Luke responds, nuzzling into Rowan’s face.

That’s all they need to say. It’s time for Rowan to eat his beloved and to swallow him down. To keep him deep within his body, underneath his skin. Between organs and flesh. The very thought sent butterflies into Rowan’s stomach. He’s giddy, desperate to sate his hunger and keep his beloved inside him.

Pulling Luke away from his face, Rowan’s lips part, giving Luke a good look into his maw. A strand of saliva parts, and the darkness of Rowan’s throat almost takes over his mouth. His teeth are sharp, yet they always avoid scraping Luke. Rowan’s tongue; a soft bed that the shifter has found himself simply sleeping against many, many times. His mouth is always warm, and the heat of his breath brings them closer.

Rowan’s hand guides Luke into his mouth, and Luke enthusiastically pushes himself forward, plopping his smaller frame onto his beloved’s tongue. When he lays against the surface, his legs still poking out of Rowan’s mouth, Luke allows himself to relax against the muscle. Here, he had a good view of the back of Rowan’s throat, and it just went down and down.

Rowan purrs as Luke touches his tongue, his flavor filling his senses and he closes his eyes. Fuck, he just wants to eat him constantly. The best part of all of this is getting to swallow Luke over and over and over again. Every time, it’s so perfect. It’s so loving, and it’s… security. He can’t wait any longer, and as soon as he feels Luke begin to crawl towards the back of his throat, the predator swallows eagerly.

Luke’s head is forced through the opening of his throat, and Rowan lifts his chin towards the air. It’s a tight force that enters his gullet, and he can feel every small movement and shift of Luke as he begins to slip through the muscle. He purrs in response to this, closing his eyes and allowing himself to sit up. His face flushes red, and he tilts his head back further to swallow again. They’re so close. Rowan holds Luke’s smaller body within his own, and he’ll only continue further downward. How intimate this moment is.

Anticipation. Luke slips inside Rowan’s throat as a loud swallow surrounds him, and his boyfriend’s lips embrace his waist as he’s pushed backwards by his tongue and pulled in by the contraction of his larger boyfriend’s throat muscles. Luke closes his eyes as he’s pulled inside his love. His head is held in a gentle but tight hug by Rowan’s gullet. He’s held in place, and the man can’t help but smile. Rowan purrs around him as he swallows again, the vibration and pull overtaking Luke’s senses.

Rowan pulls his chin up to the air, lifting Luke’s tiny legs with him. He swallows again, sending the rest of Luke into his mouth and past his lips. He just wants Luke inside his stomach so, so terribly badly. He can feel Luke slip further down his gullet, and he halts his swallows for just a moment. Rowan lifts one of his hands, pressing a finger against the tight lump he felt from inside. The warmth and form he can just barely make out from inside, he could also feel as he presses the tip of his finger against. Luke holds still, and Rowan makes a small, gentle swallow to send the rest of his boyfriend into his throat. The lump covers his neck’s length, and the predator holds his breath to focus on the stillness.

Luke’s descent comes to a complete stop, and he’s held in place by Rowan’s esophagus. Rowan’s purrs continue around him, vibrating the tiny’s body from all around. His flesh isn’t massaging him downwards, more holding him in place in an embrace. Rowan’s own version of a hug when Luke is this size. He feels the giant’s finger press against him, rubbing up and down in an attempt to make out his form. Luke laughs, almost as if it were a tickle.

Any attempt to move is cut short as he’s held in place by Rowan’s throat, and he allows himself to lean into the flesh that pushes against him. He nuzzles his cheek into the organ, purring gently. Rowan shifts and gently places his head back against his pillow, keeping his neck straightened as Luke sits still within his throat. Rowan’s eyes slowly shut as he smiles, focusing on the tiny man.

Luke and Rowan have done this before. The first time Rowan kept his Beloved still inside his throat, it surprised the shifter. Now, when Rowan does it, Luke believes it’s almost as… intimate, as when Rowan eats him when he’s just a bit bigger. When Luke is half Rowan’s size, and Rowan just can’t stop talking about the size he makes his stomach. When he calls him perfect, the perfect meal. The perfect bump.

Special.

Luke didn’t care about the lack of movement. He believes that they couldn’t be more close than this. He believes that this is the ultimate show of affection. He may have to ask Rowan if he can stay inside his stomach for a few days…

Rowan’s finger finishes exploring the lump, and Luke speaks up.

“Rowan… I love you.” He speaks into the wall of the esophagus. Luke’s own way of speaking into Rowan’s being, much like the predator has done to him.

Though subtle, Rowan’s heartbeat lightly picks up as his chest flutters. It’s loud enough for Luke to hear from his throat, and the predator’s face flushes red. He’s relieved Luke isn’t able to see his face at this point, and through a quiet laugh, he finally allows himself to swallow once again. His prey, his Cherry, pushes down, the lump of Luke beginning to disappear past Rowan’s collarbone. He finally takes a breath, audibly exhaling, pressing a hand up against his chest as he feels Luke slip further inside him. With one more swallow, the rest of Luke finally disappears past his collarbone entirely.

Luke hears nothing but Rowan’s heartbeat and his breathing. It surrounds him, exactly like the organ that surrounds him and pushes him further down, down, down… He presses his hands into the saliva-covered wall of the organ, attempting to feel the texture of it. It’s smooth, wet, and makes a perfect shape around Luke’s entirety.

Rowan’s fast heart makes Luke giddy, and he laughs as it reaches its peak volume, then quickly disappears as more of the tight organ squishes him from all sides and massages him downwards. Rowan traces where he feels Luke’s tight form slip further down with his hand, and his cheeks grow warm with every second of it. His breath picks up, and it hitches in his throat. It’s almost slow as he feels Luke slip past his heart and lungs.

“I love you, too, Luke. My love.” He spits out, digging his face into his pillow. His legs curl up as it happens—as he feels Luke slowly push through and fill his stomach. He holds his breath, the empty hunger he felt quickly replaced with loving fullness that only HIS Luke can give him.

Luke is finally pushed inside a roomier chamber, though its space is quickly overtaken as more of Luke’s tiny frame is deposited inside. The ripples and folds of the stomach push against Luke’s frame, and his stomach grumbles lightly at his arrival. Luke takes a deep breath, his legs and feet finally joining him inside, and he sits inside the organ quite nicely. It takes a moment, but Luke rubs a hand against the flesh underneath him, pushing his tiny fingers into it and using it as a pillow.

He’s home, right where he belongs.

Rowan’s hand finishes tracing down his body and settles over his middle, feeling his skin expand underneath it as he becomes overwhelmed with his prey filling him up. He can feel the curve Luke makes on his center as he fills it up, and once he’s inside, Rowan can feel him get comfortable. Rowan exhales, running his fingers over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the bump that Luke makes. His chest bubbles with excitement, his stomach rumbling around his beloved.

“You’re so…” Rowan lifts his shirt, pressing his fingers against his skin. Luke is inside there, and though it looks like he just ate a very filling meal, Rowan very much knows who it is inside him. He wants to kiss Luke again, but that can wait for when he spits him up. Rowan rubs circles against his middle, shifting his head to look down at himself. He smiles, his face turning warm at his somewhat bloated middle. “... Filling. I love you, you’re delicious, and… Fuck, Luke. You need to stay in there for a few days.”

Rowan is full and happy. He purrs, curling himself around his stomach, yet keeping his hand glued to his stomach. Luke is right where he belongs, tucked away where nothing can get to him.

“I’m glad I don’t have to ask.” Luke’s muffled voice speaks up, and he feels the tiny man shift inside him. He’s seemingly rolling over on his side, and Rowan can feel his arms push against the flesh of his stomach and the tiny bumps he makes against his hand. Rowan chuckles at this, rubbing his fingers gently over where he felt Luke poke out. Soon, he feels Luke settle back down, sinking into the organ.

“I love you.” Rowan says, rubbing circles around his middle, following the curve his boyfriend makes. He’s obsessed, staring at his stomach and begins to press his fingers against it. Against Luke. He hears a muffled laugh, and Luke even steadies himself, pressing both of his legs out against the wall above. He presses back against the wall underneath him, pushing as far out as he can. This causes Rowan to jump a bit, a small bump where his feet stick out forcing its way through his skin. “Hey, that feels weird as hell!”

“Good.” Luke playfully retorts. Rowan presses his fingers against the bump, forcing it back down and feeling his stomach squish Luke back into place.

Playfully and with a smirk, Rowan rolls over, laying on his stomach and squishing it into the cushion of the bed. He scoffs to himself, feeling the tiny squirm underneath his weight.

“No, no, NOT fair!!” Luke’s voice speaks out, even more muffled than before. He kicks, sending a quick jolt of pain through the predator’s body.

“Hey!” Rowan pushes himself on his hands and knees, looking down at his belly, now somewhat sagging from Luke’s weight. He feels Luke shift inside him, following gravity. “Okay, okay. You win. Settle down.”

Rowan rubs his stomach again, moving to sit down and stretch his arms in the air. He rolls his shoulders, then lets out a yawn. Luke’s weight shifts with him, and he squirms and shifts around a few times, sending a chill down the predator’s spine.

Rowan rubs his skin as he sees his belly squirm.

“I think… I’m going to go back to sleep.” Luke’s voice speaks up as he finally sits still. He leans back against one of the folds in Rowan’s stomach. He knows these all too well. Rowan’s stomach has been a bed for… months, really.

“Go ahead, I may do the same.” Rowan’s hand finds its way back to his stomach, rubbing his belly. He lightly squeezes it and yawns. He pulls his blanket back over him with his free hand, and the hand glued to his stomach continues to rub over the form of Luke inside him. He lays on his side.

“I love you, Rowan.” Luke speaks, muffled and tired.

“Mh… I love you, too.” Rowan replies, rubbing the side of his belly.

He can feel Luke settle once more, sinking into the organ and burrowing into the folds of his stomach. He has Luke inside his very being, and they’re as close as they ever will be. Luke sits inside him and sleeps, and Rowan will enjoy the comfort of his weight. The fact he can feel every breath that Luke takes. Every time he moves, Rowan will be able to feel. He hides Luke from the world, right underneath his skin. Under his belly.

Luke has helped Rowan get over his fear of being a monster. Luke has made Rowan feel loved. In turn, Rowan makes Luke feel loved.

The predator massages his fingers over his middle, over the center of himself.

“I want you to stay with me.” He whispers, closing his eyes.

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yrsonpurpose · 10 months

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you're gonna come to my room on the second floor of the residence where I'm going to do some very bad things to you.

#rwrbedit #rwrb #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #lgbtq #lgbtedit #usermaloune #usersteen #usernuria #mine*#uservik #dont look at me #purely self indulgent and needed to focus on some details #the nose touch in the first one im-

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 28 days

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MDZS x ISAT part 1: In Stars and Necromancy.

(Part 2)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #MDZS AU #In stars and time #ISAT #wei wuxian #lan wangji #Double comic feature for today because they are both small.#I had a hard time coming up with a good crossover for these two series for a while but once the idea hit - Boy did it hit!#I've got a longer comic coming. The angst potential is very...very good.#Ghost YLLZ helping out mxy was painful enough but I can make it so much worse for everyone.#I can't say much without crossing into spoiler territory but I will be back.#Other notes here: LWJ is rock type. WWX/MXY are paper type. Thought it fit well B*)#YLLZ in the starry bath is 100% a reference to Eris in the sinbad movie. Her hair animation still haunts my dreams.#I'll have some 'other side of the crossover' doodles after posting a few more main comic pages. Thanks for the patience this week!#I really needed to just...draw some very self-indulgent art. I'm feeling much better now though!

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mildcrow · 5 months

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frubbo save me.. frubbo.. save me frubbo...

#yall this was so self indulgent do not look at me thanks!#on my b&w bullshit again i HATE making finished pieces. im a doodle artist mhm!#i need fred and tubbo to get up to some shenanigans in prison PLEADS #tubbo #qsmp #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fred #frubbo #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #my art #sketch #doodle #my sillies #illustration #fungusart

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themeeplord · 6 months

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I just wanna,, I just,,

I want to hold,,,,

#some well needed self indulgence :')#I missed the cryptid boys..#absolute beloveds <3 #art #my art #cryptid sightings #cryptid!eclipse

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starflungwaddledee · 5 months

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some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !

#did i need to do a 9 page comic for this... well who knows. i had this scene in mind for a long time and wanted to do it justice!#important moment for both of them. you can see starstruck just generating the bandee shaped mental illness in real time.#and bandee resolving to be her point of contact with waddle dees if the others can't handle it #he is after all; the strongest and the bravest and the best of them.#“what is this signature like” it's like meeting something that has a human face but you can tell it is Not Human. think: uncanny valley #it also took her quite some time to pick up her own voice. she could not speak (popstarian) on her own for a while #she does not mimic anymore though if she can help it because it tends to weird others out and she wants to avoid that!!#it's not like a fun or enjoyable impersonation; it's like a perfect recording on a device.#also i guess this is *finally* the reveal of the 'hospital' mentioned previously that folks noticed and also like... her name 😂#anyway.... thank you to everyone who voted for starstruck in that poll and has encouraged this insane self indulgence... wow.#never thought i'd get to draw stuff like this and have others look forward to it. i really hope you'll enjoy this!!!#my art #my comics #starstruck dee #bandana waddle dee

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eeriedragone · 4 months

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They go to a local farmer to get most of their food. The farmer always gives Rose a little treat (he's got big grandpa energy), and Heisenberg doesn't have the strength to make her give it back.

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stiffyck · 5 months

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i need more people to be insane over others very specific aus that are very far from the original. its fun i promise

i need to see more very fanon designs i need to see super specific aus please make the most self indulgent aus and self indulgent designs and please people reblog it i wanna see it i wanna see all of it can we REBLOG MORE ART PLEASE

#stiff talk #begging people to be insane even over the not canonical designs of others #have some whimsy #i need more of this kinda stuff #if you have a design you think people wouldnt like because its “not canon enough” then SEND IT TO ME #SHOW ME #PLEASE #I WANNA SEE IT #I WANNA SEE ALL THE SELF INDULGENT STUFF #GIVE ME THE WEIRDEST HYBRID YOU MADE YOUR BLORBO OUT TO BE!!!! GIVE ME THE MOST OBNOXIOUS DESIGNS YOU HAVE #SDKJFHS #SORRY IM GOING INSANE #FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE REBLOG MORE CANON-SEPARATED STUFF. PLEASE. I NEED TO SEE MORE CREATIVE FREEDOM IN FANDOMS #REBLOG STUFF IM BEGGING

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sensitiveheartless · 1 year

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(Rest of comic is under the readmore!)

#welcome to the land of 'senhart was really tired and needed to draw something self-indulgent' once again skfjdskf #this does technically have some context I didn't put in #but i'm not sure it's necessary tbh #the domestic misadventures of soukoku #bsd #my art #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #skk #soukoku

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punnifullife · 8 days

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Been binge-watching the '03 show and it's re-ignited my hyper-fixation on one of my first OTPs as a kid.

#robstar #teen titans 2003 #dickory #my_art #punnifulart #i have so much more on the backburner and even comics #will i post these self-indulgent pieces? maybe #where my fellow robstar artists?? writers?? i need some good angst and fluff but im like 20 years too late LMAo

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thevoidstaredback · 1 month

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Adventures In Gotham

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant Side Story

The first time Danny had ever been to Gotham, he swore it would be his last. He was twenty-two at the time.

In an effort to relax after finals had ended, he, Tucker, Sam, Val, Wes, and Dani had been playing a round of Truth or Dare after finishing a few movies. Sam had dared Danny to wander around Gotham without attracting attention to himself. The catch was that he wasn't allowed to use his powers except to fly there and back. His time limit was Sunday night.

They'd all been planning to stay the night at Sam's anyway, so no one would even notice he was gone. Though, the dare had seemed easy at the time, Danny should've realized his luck was not that good.

Regardless, he flew to the outskirts of Gotham City, dropped his transformation, and entered.

The first thing he noticed was that there was some kind of bubble around Gotham preventing the Shades and overall feel of death from leaving. It was overwhelming at first, but he got used to it pretty quickly. The next thing he noticed was that he had walked into somebody's haunt.

Shit.

He made himself presentable and spoke to the night, "I apologise for trespassing," His voice echoed through the open area as though he was shouting in an empty room. Ghost Speak tended to do that. "I mean no hostile intentions. I simply wish to play a game with your protectors." With any luck, whoever this was would be playful or friendly, at the very least. He didn't hold his breath, though.

A lie. He was holding his breath, but that's only because he was nervous!

The night air stilled as though considering his words. Then, a breeze from behind pushed him further into the city. Flapping wings of bats and owls seemed to hide the whispers of "You may come in." and "Be careful." and "You will lose." and "Good luck.".

A vote of confidence from the City Spirit. "Thank you." He was going to be as quick as he could, but he couldn't draw attention to himself. Easier said than done. Batman seemed to know whenever anyone ever stepped foot into his city, especially if they've never been there before. So, he had to play hide and seek with Batman and Robin.

Again, easier said than done.

Danny knows very little about about Gotham and her heroes and villains. What he does know is that Robin is fairly knew to the scene, but also very serious in what he does. He's still a child, though, and he likes to play around a bit. Batman, on the other hand, has already become something of a cryptid, despite only showing himself a year or so ago. Either way, the two balance each other nicely and work well as a team.

Batman and Robin obviously know the entire city inside out, so Danny has to somehow keep an eye on where they are at all times while not drawing attention to himself. Which would be easy, except for the fact that Danny can only sense where non-living beings are. Batman and Robin are very much alive. He's pretty sure. Unless either of them have a shit ton of Shades attached to them, which is unlikely but not impossible, then he'll have to rely on finding them first and keeping them within his sight as he tours around their city.

Why the hell did he agree to this? He so deserves a reward if he succeeds.

'When', not 'if'. 'If' is pessimistic and implies that Batman might just drop him off a building and watch him fall. 'When' at least lets him continue with the illusion that he may get out of this no deader than when he arrived in Gotham.

All he had to do was basically tour the city, then he'll be done. It went well for the first hour, but then he spotted the shadows moving around him. It wouldn't normally be a problem, but one of those shadows was made out of bright colours. Seeing as his Ghost Sense didn't go off, Danny figured the he'd just run straight into Batman and Robin.

Shit. Fuck. Okay, play it cool, Danny.

He ran. He ran as fast as he could without using his powers. When he was sure he'd lost the two vigilanties, he allowed himself to stop in an alley somewhere in the Narrows. (The map he looked at was coming in very handy all of a sudden)

"Could be worse," he said to himself, backing into a corner.

The sound of shattering glass and the scurrying of mice and rats gave the impression of laughter and taunting. Which, rude, but fair.

"Your Knights, my lady," he spoke into the darkness, "are terrifying."

"Who you talking to?"

Danny did not jump. He didn't! Liar.

The kid, about twelve years old, was in bright green, red, and yellow. His hair windswept and he didn't seem even the slightest bit out of breath, let alone tired. Shouldn't he be in bed? Did he have a bedtime? He should have a bedtime, in Danny's expert opinion.

"Did you know that humans are endurance hunters?" Robin had been smiling since he dropped down in front of Danny. And if that wasn't a scary ass line to hear from a twelve year old up way past his bedtime-

No, he's not intimidated. "It's, um, a good thing I'm not completely human then, huh?" Stupid, stupid, stupid! Shut up, Danny! Stop talking! Right now!

This made Robin frown and the shadows started to move again, Batman taking his place just behind the boy. "What do you mean?"

Damn, he's scary! Danny's a sucker for a deep voice with a growl, damn.

"I, um," Intelligent response, Danny. King of the Realm Between Realms of Infinity. Keeper of Balance, Timeless Protector of the Dead and Living, and he can't even form a proper sentence.

Batman and Robin's stares were uncomfortably similar, even as Robin tilted his head ever so slightly to the right.

For all his wisdom, Danny couldn't see how he could manage to get out of this without using his powers. So, "Gottagobye!" he let intangibility and invisibility wash over him and he slipped through the wall behind him. From there, he let the rings of light cover him and he flew away.

He'll take the L. That was scary as hell!

The night wind brushed against him, the sound of breaking bones and cackling telling him to come by to play again some time. Had Gotham's City Spirit lead her Knight and his child to Danny? Probably. She seemed like the type. At least she seems to like him? Silver linings.

"I'm never going there again," he muttered halfway to Illinois.

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mrsoharaa · 21 days

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"...Miguel" your voice calls out just hardly over a whisper, your fingers diligently, carefully weaving through the soft gentle mocha tresses sprawled across your lap.

"Yes, cariño?" he delicately glances up at you, slightly tilting his head, humming to the wooing caress of your gentle digits combing through his wavy hair.

"Would you love me in every universe?" you ask, massaging the root of his head. Miguel blinks twice before leaning into your lap and tending hands, his warm lips finding the open skin of your wrist.

"I would love you in every universe, every dimension, hell - in every fragment of time and space itself, mi amor" his left hand reaches up to the soften touch of your cheek, brushing his calloused thumb over the supple skin with such caring, endearing motions. Wallowing in the growing, bashful smile spreading amongst your face.

You'd slowly lean forward and gently place a tender kiss to his forehead, traveling down to the bridge of his nose and finally onto the pliable flesh of his silken lips. Eyes finally lock in together as you gently pull away from his sweet lips, his hand on your cheek stilled and comforting.

"Nothing in this or any other universe would make me believe otherwise...you are my everything, hermosa...I would do anything and everything for you, in a heart beat"

#aefaerfafs I JUST NEEDED SOME MIGGY REASSURANCE #in love Miggy....TOTALLY INFATUATED IN LOVE MIGGY!!#it shoulddd be vice versa but I'm totally feeling self indulgent and selfish qwq #him laying his head comfortably on your lap while saying this!! ASDSGETSTGRTHEH #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv

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phoenixcatch7 · 9 months

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In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.

But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.

Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.

His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.

And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.

From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.

#dc comics #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #shazam #billy batson #imaginary friend #imaginary friend au #Billy's great because you can give him the most buck wild adventures with the most self indulgent plots and it makes perfect sense #Batman and superman are out here having mental health crisis no.528 and marvels away having dance offs with gnomes #Billy would fit perfectly into gravity falls he really would #Anyway imaginary friend au is near and dear because it encapsulates that sort of safe fantasy for change and companion ship #And a protective imaginary friend brought to life is going to be just a fascinating character no matter what #And it's the perfect cover for non imaginary cap anyway. Why does he prioritise this kid over everything despite having never mentioned him #Imaginary friends always have to care for their creator! But you can't expect an imaginary friend to do your taxes!#Why is cap so eternally kind and bubbly and a bit childish? That's because his creator is a kid! Duh!#This particular imaginary friend just so happens to have encountered magic and is now real enough to play basketball with asteroids.#He's strong enough to match superman but it's fine he's got a child's heart and an unending protectiveness for humanity.#Just don't try anything with the kid or you're toast.#I love the jl needing to save/help Billy in some way and cap; who's practically the jls puppy mascot at this point #Is just shamelessly and unrepentantly possessive of Billy while being openly wrapped around his finger. Number one fan #Like 'he's the specialist boy and if you don't clap for him I'm going to blow this whole building up' type #Have you read Split on ao3 it's like that. Cap is the most unaffiliated person on the team and then bam Billy is number 1 priority 100%#Go read split if you haven't 10/10 #Like it never crosses caps mind to hinder or harm Billy he is Devoted. Platonic God/worshipper except the deity in question is an 11yo #And the worshipper is the closest thing to a deity without being one you can get in dc.#But like a healthy relationship lmao.#It's a soul deep claim with total freedom on both sides and they teach each other love and they're the same person #AUGH

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