Here’s the thing about the Twin AU that people aren’t considering: the Drs Fenton are resourceful! They can make amazing inventions out of household objects and machines!
So when they were accepting a contract from Ra’s to look at the Lazarus Pits in conjunction to their research (ie the best dissertation material ever) they looked at the spare twin that was being sacrificed and said “a perfectly good baby like that would probably be nice to have around!”
Sure, the Spare Heir was ecto contaminated because of the pits and that’s why Ra’s was getting rid of him, but seriously, not everything needed to be brand new these days! Upcycle! Science can fix all the ectoplasm and possession! He’ll be just like new in no time! Take that baby out of the pit and wash em up and take that baby to the Midwest! Teach that baby about stars and Ghosts!
The Drs Fenton take baby danny on their last day, knowing that the league thinks that he’s dead- already sacrificed, Ra’s felt the power shift of the Infinite Realms- and proceed forward like nothing was ever a big deal! They published their findings on the pits, they got another contract/grant and then began the journey to start moving towards their other projects!
Why tell Jazz, she’s only a toddler when they bring him home?
Why tell Danny, he’s just their little man, their Dann-o?
Things will probably be fine, because just like their up cycled machines and portals- an upcycled baby wouldn’t have any problems! Their inventions always worked perfectly! Their son would be just as perfect!
Cue the shenanigans of Damian and Danny meeting, the normal amount of “you’re the clone” finger pointing (which Danny wins because he has actual baby/childhood photos) and then some ghosts of assassins past trying to cause issues for Phantom.
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UGHhh, Thinking about disgusting possessive Dazai who does daily hole checks. Everytime you wake up, he has your legs thrown around his shoulders holding your pussylips/asshole open as he checks you. He might even go as far as to dip a couple fingers in to make sure you're still stuffed from last night's... activities. Hole checks are also done as soon as you get home from college/work/hobbies just to make sure no one else touched you. He'll call or text you daily to send him a picture of your little hole/s to make sure it looks just how he left it. Full of his cum. IF (and you better hope there aren't) he finds or sees something out of place or not to his liking... you're fucked. He'll check your little hole/s and if it's not as wet OR even wetter than before you left? He's tying down your hands and legs and mafia style interrogating you, holding a loaded gun to your head, going through your phone (location, calls, texts ect) going through your bag and even sniffling your panties to see if he "smells a difference." If his cum is no longer inside you, cause obviously it's gonna drip out 🙄 he's gonna assume you cleaned yourself for another cock to pump you full. (Hate him so bad but I also NEED him so bad 😩)
-💋 (I could see this for ADA PM BEAST, Chuuya, Fyodor and Nikolai tbh. Chuuya not as much though he's not crazy like the others, possessive? Yes. Crazy? A little. But not Dazai crazy.)
Agkakfskxna wetness checks and hole inspections are so HOT and he's so gross he makes me ill oughfhfhg /pos
In exchange for letting you leave the house you have to promise you'll send Beastzai pictures whenever he asks, so he can keep an eye on you. He wakes you up every morning with your legs around his hips, cockhead pressed up to your cervix as he floods you with cum. He kisses you and maybe slides a plug into you if he's feeling generous, if not you have to somehow manage to keep all that mess inside you for the whole day. During the day you can do whatever you want, he's going to keep an eye on you anyway. Apart from sending a few of his people to shadow you, I think he's the type to put a tracker on your phone or you, sewing it into your favourite jacket or in a piece of jewellery you always wear.
Even when he knows where you are at all times, Beastzai loves checking in on you at random times. If you're in class or at work, you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom and send him a picture of your messy hole, dripping his cum. Sometimes he tells you to finger it back in, with video proof of course. If he doesn't think you're wet enough, you have to edge a few times to keep your head fuzzy, so you can focus on what's actually important. Beastzai wants you to be a desperate, throbbing mess, thinking with your cunt, soaking through your clothes.
If he doesn't think that's enough he'll call you to the PM hq during the day, only to fill you up again. Sometimes he has time to fuck you properly, but sometimes he just sits back in his chair while you do the work, cruelly pinching your clit if he thinks you're enjoying yourself too much. This isn't about your orgasm, it's about keeping you full, it's about breeding you so you don't forget who you belong to. If he's feeling particularly cruel he won't even penetrate you, jerking off over you while he watches your pussy drool and clench on nothing, only to push inside with one stroke and empty his balls as deep as he can into your cunt. If you're not loose and wet enough to take him, that's too bad. You know it's your job to be always ready for use. He even rubs the sticky, messy tip of his cock against your clit right before he puts all your clothes back on, just to be mean.
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Obligatory omega Kylar posting…. We r also talking abt the other school love interests in abo terms cause… I neglect anyone who isn’t Kylar 😐
Kywar (omega)
Everyone can tell he’s an omega. He gets made fun of for it because of course the grimy weird kid also has to be an omega
Kylar might be an omega but he has the violent possessiveness of an alpha. He’s also mad delusional and thinks he’s secretly an alpha despite being quite breedable and tiny. Obviously he isn’t and instantly gets submissive the second an alpha is actually around.
He’s unintentionally slutty, he has no ability to control his impulses- which leads to being starry eyed and needy around every single alpha before he’s mated. He’s just a little desperate to have a mate honestly.
Cute, he’s cute.
Even more of a hopeless romantic than usual, someone needs to claim and knot him before he whimpers at the wrong person. He’s incredibly shy but his urge for romance weighs out enough that he’ll stalk alphas and stare up at them w his heavy breathing the second they’re close.
Obsessed w having pups. Does not shut up abt it, thinks he’d have the cutest babies despite hating how he looks.
Being forcefully claimed wouldn’t phase him, he’d be happy someone wants him that much tbh.
Biter. Like regular Kylar he shows love in weirdly violent ways- biting excessively is definitely one of them. Once he gets a mate it’s over, they’re going to be covered head to thigh in bite marks and hickeys so everyone knows.
Gets separation anxiety from his mate, even if it’s just for a few hours he can barely handle being away.
The master of nest making and nesting. Dude makes the coziest nests and has the best naps there. Shits built with care and love.
Runt
His omega scent works hard against his lack of showers. He smells cinnamony. Christmassy almost. Just a nice mix of spice.
Sydney (beta)
Alluring to literally anyone, alphas, betas, omegas. Everyone wants him and thinks he’s a gorgeous and perfect mate
People argue abt what he is. They think he’s too pretty and kind to be a beta or alpha but too headstrong and self assured to be an omega. He’s also strong enough people doubt it. They’d probably be shocked to find out he’s just a beta
Doesn’t understand alpha or omega instincts and has a giggle abt how desperate and crazy they seem,,,But still wants a mate and hopes being a beta won’t ruin his chances
Grew up with an omega best friend so he’s kind of picked up on cozy omega activities like nesting and scenting. He’d definitely do them with a partner whenever he got one.
Prefers omegas, despite his masochistic tendencies he doesn’t like how alphas act, it annoys him.
Literally so pretty.
Whitney (alpha)
Annoying about it, everyone knows he’s an alpha because he’s the most stereotypical asshole alpha possible.
Claims he doesn’t want a mate and doesn’t care about having one yet absolutely does.
Has tried forcefully mating several ppl just for it to reject and him to have a bitch fit over it
Would be weirdly possessive once mated, definitely also a biter. He wouldn’t let his mate go out without being bitten and scratched to hell.
Smells nice, pine maybe.
Doesn’t want pups even once mated
Robin (omega? Beta?)
Could either go omega or beta, he’d still be smaller and submissive regardless but I think he’d suit being a beta more. His submissiveness is more earned than being inherent.
He isn’t like… pathetically needy. He’s dependent and loves to cuddle but it isn’t excessive.
No matter what he is he’s getting bullied for being an omega so he might as well just be one.
Neutral on pups, he feels like he’s too young to worry about that stuff.
Bonus Eden (alpha obviously)
Did you guys know Eden and Kylar would be the perfect couple? Yeah I’m making a section for eden just to shove this down ur throats again :)!!!!
Undoubtedly an alpha, just look at him. He’s aggressive, primal, big. The mate literally any omega would want. (ESP Kylar, Kylar would be on his knees begging for a chance if they met)
Violently possessive but also very protective and loving as a mate.
Not above forcefully mating someone, and doing it over and over until it doesn’t reject
He wants pups. Badly. The satisfaction of breeding his mate would be the best feeling in the world. He’d also be more than happy to trap them at home to keep them safe during pregnancy. He’d do literally everything for them- but still ask to be bathed and fed if they could manage it.
Smells like a campfire, cozy.
If only there was some desperate, loyal, needy omega who also desperately wanted pups. That would be crazy. If only someone else could match the same level of possessiveness and delusion it takes to kidnap someone and forcefully mate them….
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Can we have a little bit of a snippet pretty please 🤲 (I asked nicely)
Okay! Have some Dipper Jealousy.
Dipper plays with the collar of Bill’s shirt. Thumb rubbing up against the obnoxious green stain, with his own lips drawn tight.
He glances up at Bill. Who looks annoyed, letting Dipper fiddle with the cloth -
He also looks. Tired. Almost like he's resigned to something.
“You know this is grounds for divorce in some places, right?” Dipper says, after the long silence.
“Pfft,” Bill rolls his eye, taking Dipper’s hand off his waist before it rises to punch him. He doesn’t stop Dipper from scrubbing at his shirt. “Easy, sapling, it’s just kinda…” His lip turns up in a disgusted sneer. “Her 'thing'.”
Dipper still frowns. He plays a little more with the fabric. God, this mark is like ink. For all he knows, it might be, and it's deeply irritating. At least lipstick would smear a bit -
“She’s not even an ex!” Bill continues, with the same annoyance - but only at the demon he's talking about. He hasn’t stopped Dipper’s fiddling. “Not that she hasn’t tried to get on these angles, mind. They’re perfectly equal!” A pause - then a true grimace. “Apparently this fleshy form is even more appealing.”
Dipper snorts. That part he gets. But - “You don’t have an ass.”
Bill has an excellent body - but half the reason Dipper sits in his lap instead of the reverse is the bony angles of his hipbones.
“Rude,” Bill says, with more amusement than irritation. He waves Dipper off with a slight pout. “At least someone appreciates it.”
Dipper smacks him. Not hard, but enough that Bill lifts a conciliatory hand.
“Oh, please. I put way too much effort into capturing you to ruin it for nothing!” Bill reaches out, and it only takes a little struggle before he manages to capture Dipper's cheek. He strokes it with a thumb, planting a kiss on Dipper’s creased forehead. “Turns out I got terrible taste, and it’s very specific.” He snags Dipper’s other hand, drawing him closer with a grin. “You really ruined me for everything.”
Flattering words. Dumb smug jerk. It's the absolute pinnacle of arrogance to think that kind of show is going to work.
But because he's an idiot, Dipper relaxes anyway.
When Bill kisses his cheek, he leans into it. The soft lips trail on his chin, then to his ear - Dipper makes a face, while Bill can't see it.
It's abnormally flirty, even for Bill. He presses his suit at times - not that he needs to, they're married. Dropping all this attention on Dipper is nothing but a distraction. Trying to put him in a different mood.
But then. Dipper has to admit. He is kind of - not that he is, really - It's not a huge deal.
Just.
Who the hell thinks they can try to kiss his husband.
Dipper's heard rumors. He's eavesdropped on some gossip. One time he had to clean up some scorch marks outside their bedroom. Hell, Bill said he should be jealous when they got hitched, though Dipper shrugged it off at the time.
With all of it combined - now Dipper knows Bill was right, in his own arrogant way. That it was a warning, of sorts. A heads-up about what he'd be facing.
Not that he's going to admit it.
Bill’s human form is handsome. Presumably his true form is too - but no matter what shape he's in, Bill's not easy to ignore.
For Dipper, it has been easy to ignore that other people have. Interests. This stupid incident only bothers him because it's. Because.
Dipper shuffles in place, still irritated.
There’s a mark on Bill, and it sucks.
Knowing that Bill’s really not interested in anyone else is honestly pretty great. There's never been reason to doubt it; a warm, and comforting fact.
It doesn’t stop Dipper from wanting people to stay the hell away.
How the hell did this happen? Bill hasn’t let someone get this close to him before.
Dipper glares up at his husband’s face. The look on it is deeply exasperated, and oddly fond. It's still annoying, Dipper turns away slightly. If he huffs out a breath, it's just because he needed to.
And when Bill smiles, Dipper sees a tiny hint of green, on the very corner of his jaw. A tiny streak, almost hitting Bill's ear.
Another kiss. Clearly dodged.
Dipper frowns. Tapping his foot on the floor.
Okay.
Maybe Bill didn’t expect someone to get close.
Most people don’t dare, after all. Even when Bill walked in, Dipper could see that his look of irritation was genuine, and that was before he noticed Dipper.
Negotiations with that batch of demons were supposed to last five days, and this only lasted six hours.
Clearly, something went wrong.
“When do you have to talk with her again?” It’s a guess. Dipper’s pretty sure Bill stormed out because she was so forward. Something understandable for any demon - but it’s not a good look if he backs off entirely.
“I’m thinking…” Bill makes a face. He waggles a hand a bit, lips pursed. “Eh, I can let her stew for a decade or two.” He sneers. “Not real sure it’s worth the annoyance.”
There’s a warm feeling, bright inside Dipper’s chest. "Oh," He says. No followup comes to mind, so he fiddles with the collar of Bill's shirt instead.
This meeting was set up months ago. With a demon who's rather powerful, if not quite at Bill's level. From the way he talked about it, it's one of the more ‘important’ ‘business’ deals Bill's had in ages. Now he’s willing to -
“Hold on.” Dipper tugs Bill a little closer, watching him blink in surprise. “I have a plan.”
Bill raises an eyebrow - then makes a 'glrk' sound, as he's yanked forward by his tie.
Normally, Dipper wouldn’t do this.
But he’s married to a demon, and that means dealing with demons. With every complication and culture difference and insane aspect included. Dipper's getting a hang of their hangups. He's almost hip-deep in the politics, courtesy of Bill. He's been drawn into it by his too-powerful spouse, who's mired in all of it - and who's already taught Dipper too much.
If there's anything he knows about these beings, it's that he has to make a point.
And if he does it the right way, the message will come across loud and clear. So what if it's weird? He's already left normal so far behind he couldn’t see it in the rearview mirror.
Dipper keeps a hold on Bill's tie as he rifles through the desk drawers. When he feels a tug away, he jerks Bill back.
There's got to be something left hanging around, after so many years of being a test subject - and he finds one within moments. God, Dipper's got to clean his desk out more often.
It's a little weird. It's a little forward. But possessiveness is practically vanilla for demons, and letting Mabel practice makeup on him had to come in handy at some point. Right?
Dipper turns towards his husband. Somewhat embarrassed. Mostly determined.
Brandishing the lipstick.
Bill had already brightened up at the being hauled around. Forwardness intrigues him.
Now, he's outright beaming.
“Interesting, sapling!” Bill says, as his eye glows a bright gold. He scoots in closer with a sharp grin, and presents his cheek. “I’m all ears!”
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