The Foolhardy King
Power is everything. It is what keeps you breathing, the very life that flows through your veins. Without, you cease to be. Rivals will call you ambitious and brash. You will call them jealous. And at the end of days when you have a sword to their neck, they will try to appease you, but you will remember their whispers, snickering and greedy and poor. You will do anything possible to keep your status. Even at the expense of your own soul.
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"The media wouldn't like Damian." Are you kidding me, the media would LOVE Damian whether he's Robin or Damian Wayne.
This tiny, angry new Robin has a SWORD and uses words that most people don't think exist or even say. People overhear him just insulting Batman right to his face (as is every and any Robin's right) about like, his moves and how Robin could probably do it better. Mr. "My grandmother makes better death traps than you."
And Damian Wayne? The media, and anyone else for that matter, try to catch even a snippet of his retorts to the press or his family. A video goes viral of like, Dick recording Damian and Tim, it's a close-up of Damian's face as he says, "Timothy, if I were to wake up in another universe where you weren't born, I'd cry." There's a heartfelt 'Aww' from Dick, who gets a front row to Damian's next sentence, "Out of happiness that you aren't in my life." It BLOWS up.
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"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.
Dick stares at him. "Huh."
"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.
"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.
Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—
Huh.
"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.
Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."
Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.
In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."
And Dick understands.
Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.
"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."
Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."
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To be reassured
you need someone to talk to, to remind you that you will survive, that you are loved, that you are needed... because you are having a hard time believing it, yourself.
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Crazy idea but a little blurb of ghost hating it when his girlfriends smokes even tho he smokes a literal PACK A DAY but he keeps trying to get her to stop until one day he just ljke fucks da SHIIII out of her for smoking so she never does again🤣🤣🤣 and him like panting “I can’t fucking stand seeing u do that to urself” while he’s BALLS DEEP
(fem!reader, mdni 18+)
what do they feed you to get a brain this big. because YEAH??????? i love ghost who wants to take care of you but is a huge hypocrite </3
ghost finds out one day when he comes home and goes to greet you with a kiss, pausing when he's a hair away and then pushes you back with a hand around your throat so you can see the nasty scowl on his face. "those aren't mine. who gave those to you?"
and he smells the smoke on your breath even if you tried to hide the smell of it with candies and brushing, even spraying on that perfume that makes him go crazy. but no matter what he'll catch you with the remnants of it if you're lucky enough to do it in secret.
most often he catches you, ripping the cig from your hands and snuffing it out. telling you that he doesn't want you to get sick from the nasty stuff even though every night he's out on the porch smoking a quick one before coming back in for bed. he tries to hide your packs, stops giving you free access to his money if it means you're buying smokes for yourself, gives you lengthy lectures of the harmful effects of smoking for you while you roll your eyes every time he blinks. and then he's had enough
he's pounding into you, one hand firmly on your hip. the other pulls a freshly lit cigarette from his lips. he's further away than you'd like, and a disinterested look on his face even though he rams his cock into you over and over again.
"simon..." you weakly beg at him, trying to pull him closer. his frame's too tall, and it's not like you'd be able to pull him down anyways with the way he moves his hand to your throat and squeezes in warning.
"can't, love. smoke's bad f'you," he smirks and exhales a plume of smoke through his nostrils. he sits back on his haunches and continues to pin you down and you listen to nothing but the loud noises your pussy makes over your whinpering. punishing you, he's punishing you by taunting you with what you can't have.
you try to arch into him but it makes you gasp and choke against his palm. you want more, need more, need him so close to you. you want him to cage you in and kiss you and hold you tight with nowhere else to go besides against his chest and the bed. there's too much space between you :(
he chuckles evilly the way you claw at his wrist and try to tug his hand away, or even make him loosen his grip so you can breathe properly. "fuckin' brat. only thing ya need to make it hurt when you breathe is me." and he squeezes again while angling his hips to hit a deeper part of you, makes you kick your legs out and clench your toes.
he takes another drag and leans in closer, exhaling the smoke on your face. he watches the way your eyes flutter and it makes his dick twitch inside of you, stirring your pussy so nicely that it makes you a little bit wetter.
"yea? ya like tha'?" he talks to you in a condescending voice. you're trying to gauge if he's asking about his closeness or the smoke. but you know either way you answer is a trap and he'll just keep torturing you with that sinful cock of his. "sucks. can't 'ave it. not good for you. can't stand you being so fuckin' stupid."
and you try to beg and plead with him, promising him you'll stop. but he's not convinced no matter how many times "please, simon, please! 'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry" comes out those juicy lips of yours.
"why? you did this to yourself. keep tryin' to smoke no matter how many times i tell you no. but the brat just doesn't wanna listen, doesn't she?" he grunts and plunges deeper into you, making his balls slap your ass in place of his hand.
he takes another breath of the cig and keeps it in his mouth, biting the side of it while both hands now rest against your hips. the monstrous strength he uses to pull you back onto his leaking cock makes you ache from the force of him. knocks your breath out a different way than his hand does when he chokes you. he's got this feral smile as he gazes down at you.
can't help the way you're creaming so nice around him. 'specially not with the way he starts rubbing at your clit and tapping it with his thumb, like he's got some sort of rhythym in his head. and you're close, so close!
but when you're finally about to cum, he pulls out of you and slaps your pussy. makes you cry in disbelief as he pumps his cock over you while cumming over your tummy and on your pussy lips. another drag, of the cig in his mouth and the head of his cock over your clit.
he taps the head against your clit once and it makes your legs twitch. you sob at the loss of the orgasm and then he snuffs the cig out. grabs your jawline to make you look at him as he goes, "last time i'm tellin' you. you wanna smoke, you don't get to cum. good girls cum."
and then he climbs off of you to properly dispose of the ash and open the window. that's when you realize he was smoking the last of your pack in front of you.
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