#we weren't robbed... we were burglarized

[megamindsecretlair]

So Full of Love

Pairing: Dom!Big Stunna x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) fingering, (female receiving) , use of sex toys, orgasm control, teasing/mocking, cum play/swallowing, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. ONE SHOT!!!

Summary: Stunna comes home late one night and finds out that you haven't eaten all day.

Word Count: 5,208k

A/N: I could not get this out of my mind. Maybe it's the full moon, maybe it's Maybelline. I'm definitely exposing myself and this is definitely self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy! How'd this taglist get so long??? LOVE YALL! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You backspaced on the draft you were currently working on, not liking your word choice. Had you used it too many times in a short span of time? Probably. 

You groaned. You were probably thinking too much but it couldn’t be helped. You needed it to match whatever scene was playing in your head between your two characters. You could see it so clearly. But it lost its luminesce by the time it traveled from your brain to your fingers. The edges weren’t shiny, they weren't perfect.

“Baby?” 

“Room!” You called out. You hadn’t heard the door opening and closing but that wasn’t unusual. When you were in the middle of one of your writing fugue states, you had no sense of your surroundings. A burglar could rob you blind while you were writing and you would be none the wiser. 

Stunna’s heavy footsteps traveled down the short hallway to your room. He stopped in the doorway. You glanced at him with a smile. “Hey baby,” you said.

“You are so damn cute, you know that?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. There was a burning need to continue. To keep going and ride your train of thought to the very end. However, it was hard to focus once Stunna was in the room. He occupied your thoughts on a near obsession level. He took up the whole room even when he was partially in it.

You glanced at him again, wearing a white polo and jeans, gold chain around his neck. He looked good enough to eat and your thoughts naturally drifted to what he had in store for you tonight. 

“You’re cute,” you said with a yawn. You rubbed your eyes. Now that you weren’t in a fugue state, your check engine light came on.

Your body creaked as you stretched, rolled your neck, cracked your knuckles. “Shit,” you groaned as you stretched again. Your muscles protested from sitting for so long. A random ache in your foot from laying it on its side. 

“You been writing all day?” He asked.

“Yeah, I had a dream that, like, completely fixed my plot hole!” You said. You grinned at him, excited about your idea. 

Your stomach grumbled, you had to pee, and your wrist was starting to burn. Everything you ignored for the past few hours was coming back to bite you in the ass. 

“You drink some water?” Stunna asked. He leaned back against the door frame, cocking his head to the side. Your body instantly reacted to how fucking fine he was. Your mind went on a little trip, imagining peeling his clothes off of him.

Stunna chuckled. “Babe? Water,” he said, his voice getting deeper. 

You pouted. “I promise I’ve had water. All sixty-four ounces like we agreed,” you said. You grinned, proud of yourself for remembering to take your breaks and get some water. You were even able to pick up your train of thought after and continue with your writing. 

He grinned, showing off a set of grills that were solid gold on his canines and hollow across his top row. It gave the illusion of a vampire and now your mind offered images of being underneath him while he sunk fangs into your neck. 

“Good. How was your lunch?” He asked.

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him that the ravioli he made for you was absolutely perfect like always. But then you got a furrow in your brow as you thought about what you did today. And eating was not one of them.

You looked away from him, sure the guilt was written all over your face. In the downturn of your lips and the widening of your eyes. 

“About that…” you said slowly. 

Stunna made a dissatisfied grunt and you continued to look everywhere but at him. Did you eat it? You would have remembered? 

You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to remember what you did today. During your breaks, you refilled your water and you did some light stretching. Really, you were just too anxious to return to the idea. You had been proud that you remembered the water, that he wasn’t going to be upset with you about it. 

Hell, sometimes it was just hard to remember to eat. Your relationship with food was tumultuous at best. Toxic at worst. 

“Did you or did you not eat your lunch?” Stunna asked. 

You sighed. “No,” you admitted. Shit. You were on track to do everything right today. 

“Look at me,” he commanded.

It took you a couple of tries, but you turned your gaze towards him. Oh, he was pissed. His nostrils were slightly flared and his grin was gone, replaced with a disapproving look that you didn’t like to see. Well, at least when it was aimed at you. 

“I’m sorry! I forgot!” You said. Your eyes turned round, bottom lip poking out. “I’ll eat it right now!” You said.

“I know you will. What did we say about you eating?,” he said.

“I didn’t think about it,” you said. 

His face didn’t change. He continued to look at you like he didn’t know what he was going to do with you and your lack of self-preservation. You truly didn’t do it intentionally. Sometimes, you didn’t want to eat. Or feel like eating. Your screaming stomach told you that you needed to. But you always had something more interesting to do.

“Go handle business and meet me in the kitchen,” he said. He left without another word. No parting pleasantries or insights to what he was thinking. This punishment was going to be worse than last time. You could feel it in your bones.

You took care of business in the bathroom, washed your hands, and then came out to the kitchen. The smell of ravioli filled up the kitchen and Stunna stood in front of the microwave, watching the plate spin round and around.

You stood next to the table, nerves skittering throughout your body. His shoulders were sloped, head cocked to the side, and hands resting behind him on the tile countertop. You studied his profile.

Sometimes you had to pinch yourself that he was yours forever. There usually wasn’t certainty when it came to relationships. But not yours. There were zero doubts between you. Like your souls were written in the heavens before you found each other in this life. 

The microwave beeped, pulling you from your poetic mind. Stunna grabbed the plate from the microwave, a paper towel, and a fork and came into the room. He didn’t smile when he noticed you were in the room. 

Guilt tore your tummy up. He went through so much trouble to make you delicious meals every day, sometimes snacks and dessert as well if he had time, and you couldn’t remember to eat it. 

He placed the plate onto the table and pulled out the bench seat that sat against the wall. He sat down, leg extended off the edge of it, and turned to look at you. 

“Off,” he said. 

You suppressed a whine as you began to slowly take off your oversized gray T-shirt, some ratty thing that you stole from him. But it was soft and smelled like him and you practically lived in it. Your shorts were next, panties as well because you knew that was going to be his next command. Before long, you were completely nude while he was fully dressed. 

He patted his knee and you sat down on it. Stunna grabbed a box that had been sitting on the table that you didn’t see. Your heart rate spiked seeing the plain blue wicker box as he slid it across the table. 

He opened it, making noises with his mouth as if this were a simple dinner. As if he were waiting for you to sit down beside him and discuss the weather or latest TV show. He rummaged around in the box and you wondered what he would bring out. 

He waved his fingers, deciding. The anticipation tore your insides to shreds. Your breathing increased watching his hand skate over various sex toys. He finally plucked the nipple clamps out. Shit. 

You played with your fingers while he kissed your neck. “Relax,” he said.

“I can’t! You’re killing me!” You said.

“Punishments ain’t supposed to be fun, baby,” he said. 

“It was an accident!” You said.

“Once is an accident. You conveniently forget too often to not be on purpose,” he said. 

He hummed while he put the nipple clamps on you. You sighed as the clamp put pressure on your nipples. A chain dangled in between, lightly knocking against your chest every time you breathed. You instantly felt it echo as a throb in your pussy. You gripped your thighs trying to get used to the pain. 

You took deep breaths. Steam rose from the ravioli and the smell was making your mouth water. No, punishments were not supposed to be fun but you couldn’t help wondering if Stunna didn’t secretly enjoy it when you skipped meals. If he wasn’t sometimes hoping that you did so he could try out all kinds of different punishments on you. 

Next, he selected a pair of handcuffs. “Aw, baby no!” You said. 

“What?” He asked. He turned your head towards him by pinching your chin. He forced your eyes towards his. His cold, cold brown eyes, like a hibernating bear, merely stared at you. 

“Please! I’ll do better,” you pleaded with him. 

“I wish I could believe that. Hands,” he said. 

You pouted some more while you pulled your hands behind you. He leaned back and secured the handcuffs to your wrists. The fuzzy inside tickled your skin but you weren’t in a laughing mood. You wanted to touch him while you ate. You hadn’t seen him all day. 

He yanked on the chain in between the handcuffs, making sure they couldn’t come off. Then he pulled on the nipple clamps and you hissed at the tug of pain. “How you feeling?” He asked and kissed your shoulder.

“I’m good,” you said. 

Stunna nodded and picked up the fork, grabbing a piece of food. He blew on it lightly to cool it off more and brought it to your lips. You opened your mouth. It was easier to obey him now than face his wrath later. 

“Tell me about your day,” he asked you while you ate.

While he fed you, you had to concentrate on not cumming and telling him about your day. You ran some errands, you took your breaks and drank water, and did some laundry. He listened to it all as if it were his favorite news program. That your little mundane life meant the world to him.

It was a small act that only made you fall more in love with him. He didn’t have to do all that. He could be happy with the simple version of events. But he once told you that he liked listening to the sound of your voice. The way you lit up when you got on the subject of your writing.

“What was the plot hole you fixed earlier?” He asked. He fed you another bite and waited till you finished chewing. You told him how your dream helped you fix it. That it wasn’t a problem with the character’s actions, it was the setting. You were married to the setting, but sometimes you had to kill your darlings. It hurt, but it was needed.

Stunna licked the corner of your mouth and you moaned, pussy throbbing from the swipe of his tongue. “Almost done, you’re doing so well, baby,” he said.

The praise made your heart soar. You shifted on his thigh and he yanked on the chain between the handcuffs to keep you in place. You were eager. Restless and too ready to feel him. You were needy for his touches. You couldn’t touch any part of him like this. 

He was clothed so you couldn’t feel his skin on yours. Your hands were tied so your fingers couldn’t search for his. 

There was a nice little wet spot growing on his jeans underneath you. You felt it every time he bounced his knee to help you concentrate. 

He kissed your cheek and began to tell you about his day. About all the bullshit he had to put up with. He figured that you were writing when you didn’t text him back and he told you that he’d been dreaming about getting back between your legs. 

“The things I was gon’ do to you tonight,” he purred in your ear, sealing it off with a kiss. 

“You still can,” you said. 

“Naw, we gotta do better about eating. I worry about you,” he said. The fork scraped against the bottom of the plate as he grabbed the last bite. He brought it to your lips and you opened your mouth. Your tongue dashed out to lick up every drop of sauce. Out the corner of your eye, you saw Stunna’s eyes zero in on your mouth. A quiet sigh escaped him. 

You looked down and could see the imprint of his dick straining against his zipper. If only your hands were free, you could help him out with that. 

You swallowed your food and nodded. “I don’t mean to make you worry,” you said. 

“But I do when you don’t eat or take care of yourself. I need you here with me,” he said.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said.

“You gotta eat consistently,” he said. He shook his head. He placed the fork back on the plate and faced you. He wrapped his hands around your waist, linking his fingers together. 

You didn’t know how he did it. How he made you feel so small and dainty in his arms. You were a big girl, proud of it. You had your issues, but you ain’t get this tummy for no reason. You liked to eat and enjoyed food. It just wasn’t a priority to you. 

He leaned in and kissed you properly. His big lips covered yours and kissed you slowly, methodically. He treasured you with sucking your bottom lip and tongue delving inside, tangling with yours.

Each kiss turned you on more and more. You would never look at ravioli the same. Every time you’d run across it now, you’d think of this. Of the burning neediness in your veins. 

As he kissed you, he untangled his fingers and drew his right hand across your belly. “You nice and full?” He asked.

You nodded. Breathed him in. “Yes, Daddy,” you said. His fingers moved lower, in between your legs, and lightly drew his fingers around your clit.

You gasped against his lips. A few more swipes of that and you’d cum on the spot. You moved your hips, trying to get him to keep playing with your clit. To tell him without words that you were close. 

He licked his thumb and returned it to your clit, drawing tight little circles that made your mouth drop open on a strangled moan. He kissed along the length of your neck, swirling his tongue every so often. It tickled, but you were far too focused on what his hand was doing. You hissed as your pussy throbbed, so close. So close. Almost. Your body tensed, ready for it, ready for the pleasure.

Stunna moved his hand. “No!” You cried out. Your pussy ached and you panted, brain not comprehending that you weren’t about to cum. 

“It’s cute that yo ass think I was gon’ let you cum,” he said. He continued to kiss along your neck. You felt your orgasm retreating, backing away from the edge. You sighed and dropped your head back. 

“I’m sorry!” You said. 

“Mhm, I know you are,” he said. He continued about his business, kissing and licking against your skin. There was nothing you could do. Nothing you could say. He would not listen to your apologies. He was only about action. 

You’d have to set alarms or some shit. As much as you loved the way he played with your body, you loved it more when you could touch him back. You wanted to run your hands across his scalp. You wanted to twist your fingers between his. Or unzip his pants and wrap your lips around his dick. 

You couldn’t do any of that with your hands behind you. He knew it too. He knew how much you loved giving him pleasure. 

He licked his fingers and then tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. You hissed at the bite. The ache had retreated to the back of your mind until he yanked like that. “Still good?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said. 

“That’s my good girl,” he said. He kissed your cheek and then helped you stand. “Go wait for me in the living room.” 

You walked to the living room and then knelt on the paisley carpet. It was soft beneath your knees. You heard Stunna as he moved around the kitchen, washing the plate and fork. He moved towards the bedroom, you think, until he emerged in his soft gray briefs. 

Your mouth watered taking in his body. He worked hard on it, ensuring that he looked good and felt good. Narrow hips. But a round ass that you loved to grab. He had legs for days with his tall ass. He towered over you like a skyscraper from this vantage point. 

He petted your head while he walked around you carrying the box from the table. He sat down on the couch and widened his stance. He took his time turning on the TV, flipping through channels. You bit your lip as you watched him. 

This was so damn unfair. This punishment was worse than watching him get himself off without you. You had to listen to him groan and grunt and close his eyes while he painted his cum on your body like a canvas. 

He found a sports program, getting invested in the game while he rubbed the back of your neck. You didn’t know who was playing or what the fuck the announcer was saying. Your eyes were glued to his dick. 

You rubbed your cheek against his knee, light hair there tickling your face. He didn’t stop you from moving closer, settling against his leg more fully. He turned his attention to you with a little smile. You saw a hint of his grill. You were so fucking wet. You needed him to make his point so that you could cum. 

“This wouldn’t entirely be part of your punishment, but you are too damn cute sitting there,” he said. “You gon’ look cuter with my dick in your mouth.”

“Please,” you whispered. 

He licked his lips as he took in your prone form. His eyes dropped down, down, down as if he could see straight to your pussy. He grabbed his briefs and lowered it enough to free his dick.

You smiled. He was hard as a brick. Thick head leaking precum already. He stroked himself a few times and groaned softly. “Come here and please Daddy,” he said.

You moved between his legs, leaning up onto the couch. He guided his dick into your mouth and groaned at the contact. You sucked him down as far as you could, moaning a bit at the taste of him. That salty and spicy mix of his scent. The feel of the tip of his dick against your tongue. 

You looked up at him and he finally grinned. “Don’t look at me like that girl, gon’ make me nut early,” he said. 

You continued to look at him, moving your head up and down. You drooled on him, getting his dick wetter and wetter. Your slurps began to compete with the sound of the game. You sloppily sucked him down, licking underneath the head, and then swallowing him down.

“Fuck, look at you being so good for me,” he said.

You moaned. You kept bobbing your head, wanting to fit all of him inside. You hadn’t managed to do so thus far in your relationship but practice made perfect. Your eyes flicked from his veiny dick to his eyes as he watched you please him.

You watched for any variation on his face. Any hint that he was close to busting. He licked his lips when you took him deeper. He hissed when you played with the tip with your tongue. The chain that dangled between your titties cold against your chest, blasting you with awareness every time it slapped your skin. 

He groaned, cursing under his breath. He moved his hips, fucking into your mouth. You moved closer. His dick poked the inside of your mouth, your cheeks, and threatened to make you gag. 

“Fuck, baby. Needed this. Needed you,” he moaned. 

You watched the muscles in his chest and arms contract. Watched his stomach rise and fall in quick bursts. He grabbed your neck and squeezed. You groaned. You licked his dick like a lollipop before suckling him back in. 

He jerked and then laughed. “Fuck, I’m finna bust,” he groaned. A second later, his dick pulsed as jets of cum filled your mouth. You swallowed him down with a moan. Some escaped your mouth. He gathered it up with his thumb and pressed it into your mouth. You suckled his thumb too as if you were still sucking his dick. 

“So fucking sexy,” he said. 

He kissed you. Big, wet, sloppy kisses. He bit your bottom lip and you groaned. “Please, let me cum,” you begged. 

“Not done with your punishment yet,” he said. 

You whined. “Please! I need you inside me, Daddy,” you said. 

He nuzzled your nose and placed tiny kisses all over your face. You sighed with a small hum. Why was he so damn cute? And hot? And just gorgeous all around? Sometimes it felt like you were so full of love, you could survive off of it like sweet nectar. You didn’t want for anything as long as love filled you and surrounded you. 

“I can be nicer when you start being nicer to yourself,” he said. 

“I will! I promise!” 

“I know you will, baby,” he said. He told you to take deep breaths while he took the nipple clamps off. You were prepared for it, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. You hissed as he released each one. He discarded the clamps onto the coffee table, ready to be cleaned later. 

He helped you stand and then sit in his lap, facing him. His dick rubbed against your folds and you groaned. You straddled him, putting your titties directly in his face. 

He leaned down and began to lick away the sting from the clamps. “Oh fuck!” You moaned. 

Waves and waves of pleasure suffused you. Your whole body shivered from the delicious, torturous swipes of his tongue on your aching nipples. He moved back and forth, getting both nice and wet. The sting from the clamps began to dissipate. But the roaring fire deep in your belly only got worse and worse.

He tugged and pulled on your nipples, hands gripping onto your ass and squeezing. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure? You felt like you were going to pass out if he kept this up. 

You were making desperate, wild sounds as he took his pleasure from your body. His hands moved up and down your back, wiping away goosebumps. He kneaded your skin all over. He touched as much of your body as he could. 

“How you feelin’ baby?” He asked.

“Feel, ah, so good,” you whispered.

“How’s your arms?” He asked.

“Good, they don’t hurt,” you said. There was enough slack between them that your arms didn’t feel like they were about to fall off. Stunna smirked against your skin. 

He stood with you in his arms. You yelped. “I got you, I got you,” he said into your chest. He helped you onto the couch, onto your knees. You couldn’t hold yourself up, so your face was mushed against the couch cushion opposite where he sat.

You heard him rummaging around the box until he made a satisfied sound. There was a soft click and then he pushed the vibrator against your clit. You cried out, ass lifting higher as if you could escape him, as he pushed the vibrator closer. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried. Your legs shook. He placed one hand on your back and pushed you down, pushed you to stay still and accept what he was doing to you.

“Yo ass gon’ eat from now on, right?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes! I promise!” He pressed the vibrator into your clit and you were shaking in earnest now. You were..so…close…

He moved it away and you screamed out. Tears gathered in your eyes. Your lower belly hurt at this point. You couldn’t take all this damn edging. 

Stunna leaned down and pushed his tongue into your entrance. “Oh SHIT!” You moaned. Stunna slapped your ass, moaned, and then moved his tongue to your clit. He flicked it and you began to drool on the couch. 

The sounds you were making were low, soft, and like you were in pain. Shit, you were! You were out of your mind. Desperate, needy. You’d sell your left titty if he’d let you cum at this point. However, you were too far gone to plead now. 

Tears escaped your eyes and you sniffled. You were leaking everywhere. From your eyes, nose, mouth, and pussy. 

“Making such a mess, baby. Tasting so fuckin’ good. Hmmmm,” he said and rolled his whole head with how he ate you out. 

Your whines increased in a crescendo, reaching higher and higher. Fuck, you were about to cum. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to tell him. To warn him. 

You should’ve known. He stopped eating you out and you whimpered. “Please,” you breathed. 

Stunna chuckled. He rubbed your body and your body relaxed in increments. You weren’t going to survive. He was going to have to make funeral arrangements for you. Your body shivered painfully and you moaned while he massaged your body. 

“Now what did we learn today?” He asked.

“Eat m-m-more,” you said, your teeth chattering. 

“That’s my baby,” he said.

He got behind you, pulling your hips back against him. His dick brushed against your pussy and you whimpered. He moved his hips, trying to line himself up. It didn’t quite do so, so he moved his hand to guide himself inside you.

Once the tip pushed into you, he shoved inside and you cried out. “Shit, Daddy!” You screamed.

He slapped your ass. “Bounce that shit back,” he said.

You moved, bouncing back on his dick. Your ass jiggled every time you made contact with his thighs. 

“That’s it. Work that sexy ass on this dick. You took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you,” he said. 

He moved his thumb to your clit and soaked his finger. He then pushed it into your ass and your hips jerked, dropping forward as any remaining strength left you. His thumb wiggled into your ass and you cried, fat drops of tears streaming down your cheeks. 

He took over slamming and pounding into you. “Oh fuck, Daddy! Daddy!” 

“Go on and scream my name, baby,” he said. “You feel so damn good squeezing Daddy’s dick. You missed me, huh?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck,” you moaned. 

“You missed me, baby?” He asked. His voice was soft and sweet but his strokes were deep and punishing. The dichotomy made your pussy flutter. He groaned, feeling it. 

“I missed you, Daddy. I missed this dick,” you moaned. 

He moaned and seemed to get even deeper. As if he had been giving you shallow strokes before. Fuck, he was so big. Stretching you out and giving you exactly what you had been craving. You were going to be sore as hell after this. 

You squeezed him more. It felt like he was truly in your guts. As if you could feel him moving in your tummy. His thick head rubbed your inner walls and your eyes crossed. More drool escaped you.

“Daddy, let me cum. Let me cum,” you begged.

“You can cum baby, you deserved it,” he said. 

You screamed as your body released on his command. Your body spasmed and flopped on his pounding dick as an intense, earth-shattering, soul-cleansing, full body meltdown erupted inside of you. This orgasm rivaled any other he ever gave you. 

You may have passed out. You may have died a little. You may have entered the fifth dimension somewhere. But a moment later, he was joining you. His loud grunts infiltrated your foggy thoughts as he climaxed, stuffing you full of his cum. 

He pushed into you and stayed there, plugging it inside you. You twitched and jerked on his dick and he finished with a deep, rumbling moan in his throat.

“Love you so fuckin’ much,” he said.

“Love you so fuckin’ much,” you said. 

He slowly left you and you groaned. Already your pussy ached. He removed the handcuffs from your wrists and rubbed them. His fingers felt heavenly as he moved to rub your shoulders as well. 

He kissed your cheek. “Catch your breath, baby,” he said. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you said. You’d agree to anything right now. Absolutely anything. 

The next thing you knew, you were being lifted in his arms. You made a soft, questioning sound as he kissed your cheek. He carried you bridal style towards the bathroom.

It smelled like sweet vanilla and he lowered you into the tub. The hot water made you sigh with pleasure. He climbed in behind you and pulled you against his chest. He put your bonnet on first followed by your shower cap, carefully tucking your hair inside without getting it wet.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured. You were so sleepy. Between the thorough fucking and the bath, you would likely sleep through the night and well into the morning. 

He whispered softly to you as you bathed together, washing away all the nasty shit he did to you. You talked more about his day, your plans for tomorrow, and any other random things on your mind. He tickled you in between kisses to your neck and you giggled as you wiggled your ass against his dick.

He rolled your ear between his teeth and warned you to quit while you were ahead. Afterwards, you dried each other off. You lotioned each other up with your respective lotions. You stole kisses. You breathed each other in. 

Then, he carried you to the bedroom because you said your legs felt like noodles. He chuckled and scooped you up, laying you under the blankets and tucking you in. He kissed your forehead before joining you in bed. 

He scooted closer, his chest warming your back. His hand caressed your belly. He placed a final kiss on your neck and you fell asleep feeling like you were on top of the world and never wanted to come back down.

THE END!

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[scorpionyx9621]

I'd like to take this moment to remind everyone who follows the Bat Family/Wayne Family Adventures that we were so close to having Yoshi Sudarso as Dick Grayson but the live-action series was cut (I can only assume as budgetary reasons) and it's absolutely a crime we didn't have this because Jesus Christ look at the man. He is Dick Grayson.

Oh and not to mention, Yoshi's actual real biological younger brother was cast to play Tim and we were just as robbed from this.

Hi yes DC Comics, Webtoons, I want to see you in court for the damages you've caused by not letting the Live-Action WFA be a thing if only for not letting these two be live-action depictions of Dick and Tim.

[simplyotometrash]

Bud yk how MC can summon the demons no matter where they r? What if MC went back into the human world but ran into some trouble with burglars or gangs and summoned one of the brothers.

But heres the catch. MC has the ability to summon them no matter where he was or doing atm (like when MC summoned Asmo in the dungeon/underground labyrinth) so imagine MC is about to get jumped while walking home and summoned Lucifer but he’s getting ready for bed/trying to prune his feathers. Ya’ll imagine the gang members just seeing a half naked peacock-man appear outta nowhere with a tooth brush in hand and toothpaste in his mouth😂.

TLDR: half naked Lucifer beats some ass with a tooth brush.

Okay so I'm only writing Lucifer for this but please let me know if I should write the others! This was so funny!

Lucifer x Gender-Neutral MC

Genre: Comedy

Warnings: MC is about to get robbed when they summon Lucifer

Summoning Him at the Wrong Time (for him)

You were getting adjusted to living life in the human world again. It wasn't easy, though. You were so used to the Devildom after living there for an entire year. The worst thing was having to readjust to sunlight. The Devildom's perpetual night with varying degrees of darkness made sunlight a bit harsh on the skin and eyes.

You didn't mind it. It was hard to get used to again but it felt good to be back. There were so many things you had missed while you were away. It wasn't as if you would never see the brothers again. You had pacts with them and you were certain you'd see them again in the future. You could help with Diavolo's plan to bring the three worlds together.

The hardest adjustment was not being able to see your boyfriend whenever you wanted. Lucifer had told you not to summon him willy-nilly as he had lots to do. You understood that. He often would be the one to call you so you could catch up. You even agreed that you could summon him once a month just to be able to see each other in person.

There was one other thing you found you hated about being home. You weren't safe walking at night anymore. In the Devildom you had gotten to where you could walk alone whenever you wanted. Demons didn't often bother you because you were Diavolo's guest to the Devildom and they knew better. Humans...well, humans were often cruel for the sake of it.

You were on your way home one evening. You had run a lot of errands that day and grabbed a few snacks at the convenience store on your way home. It was already getting dark, so a lot of the more unsavory type of people were beginning to lurk about confidently. This, unfortunately, made you a target.

You knew you were being followed and that you couldn't just go straight home. So you started walking around the block. The plan was to try and lose them or get to a store to call the police. That didn't quite work so well. Not when you made a wrong turn in a panic and ended up boxed into an alleyway.

"Now, give us everything you've got and we might let you off easy," the man you assumed to be the leader said, brandishing a switchblade in hand.

Lucifer, I need help! You thought, eyes trained on the men in front of you.

What came next was not quite what you were expecting.

Lucifer did appear in front of you as you had hoped, but he was in his demon form and only wearing his pajama pants. He had one of his tools to help him preen the feathers of his wings in hand. He looked down at you and then at the men.

"W-w-what's going on!?" One of the men stumbled backward, falling flat on his ass against the pavement. The others were shaking, clearly unable to comprehend what just happened.

"I believe that I should be the one asking that, not you, pathetic human," he said coldly. He looked back at you and his face softened slightly. "What's going on here? Is this what it looks like?"

"I was on my way home and these thugs tried to rob me," you explained hurriedly. A couple of the thugs had taken off but most were still standing there, dumbfounded.

"I see. Then I suppose I have no choice."

"W-wait! D-d-don't hurt us, demon!" That comment elicited a chuckle from Lucifer's throat.

He didn't even hesitate to backhand the first man who had the nerve to rush at him. You almost felt sorry for the guy as he went flying and hit the pavement. A few others actually tried to fight with your boyfriend, though they were easily fended off while he casually stretched his wings. The leader, however, had steeled himself and rushed at Lucifer with his knife in hand.

"That was a mistake," Lucifer snarled, his own hand wrapped around the wrist of the leader. You heard bones crunching and then a loud scream before he let go.

That left only the two of you.

"My, my the human world isn't as safe as I thought it would be. You humans really haven't changed much." He gently took your hand and brought it to his lips.

"Yeah, well, humans suck. Is it wrong that I prefer the company of demons?" You couldn't hide the chuckle that you gave at your own comment. "Wanna come back to my place? I can make us dinner, if you're hungry at least."

Lucifer shifted into his "human" form and nodded. "I would like that, yes."

You two walked back to your place together, talking about your days as if nothing had even happened.

[p-antomime]

ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. thoughts on officer!izana kurokawa!

— minors don’t interact.

content + warnings: 18+, including: faux sympathy dom!izana, panties stealing, fingering, kinda of public sex, implied unprotected sex, dub-con, manhandle, nicknames, manipulation, hints of toxic!izana & pervy!izana, power imbalance, dark content.

pairings: kurokawa izana x fem!reader.

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officer!izana kurokawa

what about him, officer!izana kurokawa who deliberately takes too much advantage of his position of power whenever he has the chance

what about him, officer!izana kurokawa who takes advantage of the power he has at hand to lead small victims, especially girls, vulnerable to eventually ending up sleeping with him until he gets pussy drunk

oh, who's calling the police station now? At eleven o'clock at night, on an ordinary, uneventful day?

a girl who had her house robbed a few minutes ago and was too scared to react to the robbery, obvious

and officer!izana kurokawa arrived on the scene without really expecting to see a girl as young as him, because all they had said was that "a woman had been robbed in the center of Tokyo" and that he "needed to check everything out"

having to wander the streets of Tokyo with the siren on was not exactly what officer!izana kurokawa wanted to do after 11 pm that day

but, he went to the Y/N's house and put on his best good-guy, savior smile when he saw a young girl standing in front of the residence with the door wide open and a possible damaged doorknob

through the front window of the car, officer!izana kurokawa could obviously see your entire silhouette, it was obvious that you were already prepared for bed and he grunted to himself as he walked his gaze down your bare legs before exiting the vehicle

when the car door slammed, officer!izana kurokawa saw you jump a little because of the fright of the loud music and it took a lot of self-control to keep his calm face from transfiguring into a perverted smile

he knew you'd believe anything he said, didn't he?

of course you would, you were in no position to complain or point out mistakes.

❝ Would you mind explaining what happened, miss? ❞ — That would be the first thing he would answer after approaching you and looking from you to the house with all the lights on.

and then you would explain that you had been surrendered by about 3 apparently armed people whose faces were unidentifiable because of dark colored masks covering them and that "everything had happened so fast that..."

officer!izana kurokawa was busy sliding his gaze down your trembling figure and hovering his attention over your reasonably covered breasts for long seconds while you tried to express your fear and dread

but anyway, he let you continue talking even though you weren't actually listening and as soon as your trembling, faltering voice stopped speaking, officer!izana kurokawa said he would "check the residence just to make sure if any clues were left behind", that "everything would be fine and soon you could go to sleep without any problems".

seconds later, he was actually walking through the interior of your house with some care not to step on, crumple or rub against some fallen objects lying on the floor

his feet went up the steps of the stairs and officer!izana kurokawa eventually reached the bedroom with the door open, the bed messy and some objects scattered on the floor, but it just seemed like a common everyday scene, if any burglar had touched something there, he didn't seem to be interested in taking anything

he leaned against the doorframe for a few seconds, analyzing the room with his eyes and soon his attention fell on your seemingly untouched closet

officer!izana kurokawa's memory flashed back to the image of your bare legs and minimally covered tits and a faint grunt escaped his lips

were you wearing panties or were you the type to sleep without? It would be terrible if someone broke into your house and took advantage of you and your panty-less cunnie, wouldn't it?

what kind of panties did you like to wear?

officer!izana kurokawa wanted to know... and so his feet walked to your closet and seconds later, hands carefully hooked onto the handles of two of the drawers attached there to open them

one was for stockings, other for bras.

nothing that interested him.

the fourth drawer was for panties and officer!izana kurokawa opened it slowly, without making a sound, pupils dilating slowly at the prospect of possibly stealing a pretty girl's panties.

it wasn't as if he was creepy guy, right?

at the end of the day, officer!izana kurokawa was helping you, he was a representative of the Law; nothing fairer than to have an indirect reward for that

his tongue ran over his lips as soon as fingers dug into the soft fabrics of your different panties, it was almost like a gold mine

how many of your panties could he steal without arousing suspicion?

when in doubt, officer!izana kurokawa preferred to take only one for the time being; specifically: a lace panty in a lilac color matching his eyes, it was beautiful and smelled not only of fabric softener, but also of feminine perfume.

and right after running it between his fingers testing the elasticity and softness of that piece of underwear, officer!izana kurokawa leaned over to inhale more of that smelling scent and moaned low against the bottom of the panties with eyes rolling upwards

his cock was starting to get hard beneath the pants and if he hadn't remembered that he needed to warn you that everything was fine inside your house, he probably would have tried to get off in that room of the house using your panties wrapped around his shaft

after slowly closing the drawer, officer!izana kurokawa stood up and calmly folded your panties to put them in one of the back pockets of his pants before walking down the stairs and soon seeing you still standing in the middle of the sidewalk

❝ Don't worry, miss, everything is in almost perfect condition, I believe the only damage really was the mess they left behind, but there's also not much I or the police can do for you if you couldn't see the robbers faces... and there were no clues left behind either... ❞  — He would say shrugging before looking from the door to you and putting hands in his pockets as he saw you stare at him in disbelief.

❝ W-What? What do you mean 'there's not much the police can do'? ❞ — Your fingers gestured in the shape of quotation marks and officer!izana kurokawa raised one eyebrow. — ❝ I... ❞

❝ Miss, listen, I know you're probably still scared, in shock from what all occurred, but it was a robbery just like every other robbery that occurs every night in Tokyo, in Kyoto... ❞ — His fingers curled into the fabric of your panties tucked away in his pocket and a thought ran through his mind before a small restrained smile appeared on his lips. — ❝ But, if you want to see if we can find a more comfortable ending for you, why don't you go to the police station later this week? We can at least open an inquiry for you, if that's better! ❞

You didn't even know what exactly his words meant, and yet your eyes filled with a glint of hope

❝ Is that... going to help in any way? ❞ — “ Not much...”, officer!izana kurokawa mentally replied before taking the hand that wasn't busy playing with one of the lines on the bottom of your panties to your shoulder and squeezing it lightly, as a way of comforting you

❝ Of course this will, but I recommend that you gather as much information as possible before you go, information like time of the robbery, stature of the people who surrendered you, whether there are cameras around the street... ❞ — officer!izana kurokawa looked around suggestively before turning away and beginning to slowly walk to the vehicle. — ❝ Any information you deem necessary, bring it for me, for us at the police station, okay? ❞ — And then your head nodded and just then he mouthed a short "good night" before he got into the car and started it with a wicked smile on his lips.

easy prey.

officer!izana kurokawa bent down to take your panties out of the pocket and slip them between his fingers as he drove with only one hand on the wheel.

sleeping after work was always too good, but you know what's better?

masturbating to the lacy panties of a manipulated girl until body collapse tiredly into bed with all muscles spasming from overstimulation; and this was exactly the scene playing out in officer!izana kurokawa's spacious bedroom with his hand wrapped around the lilac panties after deciding that he would leave them in his car for the next few weeks

as if your lilac panties would eventually become his good luck charm

and theoretically it did...

and his luck was good enough to...

— Shh~ — Izana whispered close to your ear, leaning one of your legs on the icy surface of the firm table placed in the middle of the police station room that was usually only used for interrogations and had a huge window with a false bottom that allowed whoever was inside to see outside, but not the other way around. — Be quiet, I'm helping you, aren't I? — Your head briefly denied it before moving up and down in discrepancy with the initial action as soon as you felt the officer's fingers begin again to make scissor-like movements against your velvety walls.

Oh, silly thing. Did Kurokawa Izana's claws manage to reach you?

When you arrived at that police station and asked to see Officer Kurokawa, it didn't take long for him to dismiss the conversation he was having with another rookie cop to attend to you. And you were still as scared as the first time his agile eyes fell on your trembling figure shortly after your house was robbed.

And then he led you into that room without actually locking the door claiming that he "needed to ask you some questions regarding your case" and when you, without sounding invasive, asked if you two couldn't do that kind of thing already at the front desk of the police station, Izana moved the lilac orbs towards you with his pupils dilating and a small smile appearing before answering: "Your case is isolated in the neighborhood, nothing fairer than to give you the necessary privacy to talk about it without involving other cases, right?”.

After that, it was a matter of minutes before the officer in front of you prowled you a few times while you were shrinking, sitting on an uncomfortable chair not knowing how to act. Just then his hands landed on your shoulders, massaging them, and when you tried to pull away asking if that was necessary, Izana had replied: "I said this would help your case, not that it would solve it, I'm here to help you get over it, get over it, silly kitty" before pressing you against the surface of the table and opening your legs to start exploring what you had between them.

— Oh, look what pretty panties you're wearing today, princess. — Izana whispered slowly removing your panties that had only been pulled aside until then while using other hand to stifle your moans and whimpers. — I'll keep them with me, you know how it is, right? Evidence of crime and all that. — An amused laugh escaped his lips before he slipped your soaked panties into one of his pockets and then spread the folds of your pussy with two fingers to see your leaking entrance. — I think I have something better than my fingers to make you forget your troubles, kitty, and you'd better be a good girl and hold back your pretty sounds because this is going to hurt. — The officer whispered, sliding his lips down your neck as he unzipped his pants. — Or maybe you'll end up moaning and someone will come in here to see if everything's okay and end up watching me fucking you dumb, would you like that?