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htmk-official · 1 year

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In 2012 I read about the International Manga Contest hosted by the government in Japan and was very interested in it. I remember visiting my dad’s office at the time and when I read about the contest, my mind immediately started thinking up a protagonist for a potential story for the contest, that’s how Keiko came to be!

I was too late for the contest in 2012, so I had to wait until 2013 to enter the contest. The contest asked for a one-shot story (auto-conclusive story) and I ended up with a one-shot spanning over a total of 43 pages, I titled it Nightrider after Electric Light Orchestra’s song with the same title.

The comic tells the story of Katie, a total weeb and artist that is tasked with writing a difficult essay but gets distracted drawing manga. Keiko (the character from Katie’s manga) comes to her aid in writing it but not before a lot of crazy things happen first! I consider Nightrider to be a pilot of sorts for Keiko’s actual story.

This was the first time I ever ventured into making a comic this big, I only ever made small 3 or at the very most, 4 page comics. At the time (and it actually still is) this was my pride and joy and was one of the things I’ve been most proud of in my entire life. I poured my sweat, blood and tears into this thing and put in all my love into it. It’s been one of the projects I’ve been most excited to draw and to finish in my entire lifetime and really taught me how to make comics. I think Quentin Tarantino (my fav movie director) said it best, “there’s no better film school than actually making a film”, and that’s the same for comics.

I sent off the printed version of the comic to Japan and it was actually legit received by someone in there, because I had the tracking number and I could see who signed off on the package. I never heard a word of the comic afterwards, I never won anything because of it nor was it acknowledged but I’m glad I got to do it because it made me step out of my comfort spot and made me really think about doing a more complex and well-thought out comic.

At the time I took comic workshops at my college, and my then professor told me to announce the fact that I had entered my comic in the contest through a drawing (it’s the last drawing in the set of pics in this post) They put up an enlarged copy of the drawing on the wall of the workshop building and I remember seeing it and thinking that I couldn’t be prouder of myself :’)

I’ll upload the entirety of the comic on Webtoons and Tapas and I’ll let you know on the blog once it’s up!

PS: The drawing says “Keiko will be starring in her own manga (japanese comic) and will be competing in the 7th international contest! With a duration of 43 pages, it will be the 1st manga created by the author. The author also hopes to be one of the first contestants in Mexico and Latinamerica. Please wish her luck.”

#nightrider #keiko pilot #htmk #high tech mechanic keiko pilot #pilot comic #oneshot comic #manga #awesome sauce #passion project #international manga contest #7th international manga contest #artists on tumblr

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critterbitter · 5 months

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I'm wheezing over Ingo and Litwick's dynamic jgjbjjxjsjwkfiisiq and TYNAMO FITTING INTO EMMET'S SCARF IS SOOO CUTE!! Love how you draw the little sbubby bois, their conductor themed outfits are soo freaking cute!!!

I have so many thoughts when it comes to them it’s insane. Glad you like the characterizations!

Here’s a quick one shot under the cut, as a treat for making it this far.

Emmet finds Tynamo three months before Ingo meets Litwick. Ingo has some thoughts.

Ingo and Emmet are part of a pair.

If Emmet is the fuck around and find out, then Ingo’s been relegated amused damage control. This has always been the case, right up until Emmet found tynamo. Then suddenly, it’s “wow emmet, you’re so responsible!” “Golly gee Emmet, what do you mean you don’t want to go exploring the cave systems after dark?” “Gee whizz, what do you mean curfew for your eel puppy?” “Why in Reshiram do you get to have a whole pokemon three months before we agreed to get starters, and i don’t?”

Ingo doesn’t say the last part. He’s a bitter world-weary twelve year old languishing about the unfairness of the pokestray distribution system, but he also loves his brother. Emmet found an injured tynamo in chargestone cave and decided to help— tynamo decided to stay. It’s every child’s film plot. Ingo being a grouchy gengar makes him objectively a terrible friend.

Oh dragons, is Ingo a bad brother?

“Ingo!”

Speak of the cold, and he shall enter. Ingo swings his whole body around to better brace for the flying tackle.

“Emmet!”

“I am emmet! You are sulking.”

Ingo clicks his mouth closed and tries not to sulk harder. He fails.

“You are not being verrrry convincing, brother dearest.”

“I do not have any idea what you are going on about,” Ingo’s traitorous mouth blurts. “Be convinced I love you and am not planning dastardly plots.”

Do not think about getting a ground typed starter. Do not think about getting a ground typed starter.

Emmet shoots him a judgemental look from under the brim of his hat. Ingo glowers back, and slowly starts leaning forward, smooshing Emmet under his weight.

“Ttttell me why you look like a crushed joltik.”

“Keep this up and you are going to be the crushed joltik.”

Anyways, Emmet is becoming more bold by the day and even actively discussing electric types with the new girl in elementary prep, Elesa. Ingo thinks she’s cool, but she flinched when he blurted a once again too loud greeting so he’s… letting that cool off. They definitely don’t have anything to talk about beyond pokemon, and Emmet and her already have pokemon. Ingo feels a bit left out.

Caught in the ennui of not having a blitzle or tynamo, Ingo slips as Emmet rolls out from under him. The two go down in an ungraceful tangle of limbs.

“Tell. Me. What’s. Wrong.” Emmet gently slaps Ingo’s face like a ripe oran berry. “You want to tell me sooo badly. Ooh.”

“Emmet- aurgh. Gerroff’”

“I don’t speak denial.”

Ingo gives up. His entire body deflates. Emmet, not expecting the sudden loss of spinal infrastructure, slides sideways and knees Ingo’s lungs.

Ingo wheezes. “I’m sulking because you were crushing my spine.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Uh oh. Ingo studies Emmet’s face. It’s the same one he looks into the mirror with, but marred with concern and self consciousness. Ingo made Emmet worry. He’s not just a bad twin. He’s the worst.

“You are Emmet.”

“I am Emmet.”

“You have Tynamo.”

“Tynamo’s charging at home.”

Smart ass! Emmet knows what Ingo means. And by Emmet’s smug grin, Emmet knows too.

Ingo struggles to explain that Emmet has Tynamo, and Elesa, and… that’s only two other individuals. He is truly the worst twin in all the land. Emmet gets two new friends and Ingo’s being an infant about it.

One day, Ingo will have his own pokemon partner and team— but right now, Ingo only gets to have Emmet.

Ingo feels this is an unfair trade equivalent, but he does not want to say it in a way that sounds rude, so he stalls.

Emmet has no such prefunctures. He squints at Ingo, who avoids eye contact and squirms. “You are… jealous?” He tilts his head in visible confusion. “What?”

Ingo covers his face with his hands, defeated.

“You arrrre jealous!” Emmet cries, bewildered. “Why??”

Ingo lets out an unintelligible wheeze. Emmet remembers he still has a knee on Ingo’s chest, and hastily sits back.

“I don’t want to be jealous,” Ingo finally bursts. “I am very happy for you Emmet! You and Tynamo are a winning combination!” His voice cracks embarrassingly. Emmet doesn’t flinch at the volume, even muffled under Ingo’s palms. “I don’t want to be a bad brother being jealous.”

“You aren’t a bad brother, Ingo.”

“I am. I am angry that you found your starter and I haven’t. I’m sad I interrupted your schedule with my inane demands. I have made you feel like you did something wrong. I apologize.”

Peeking between Ingo’s fingers, Emmet’s face falls. Ingo wants to be struck by a giga impact rather than face this. He would rather be a dusty imprint. Where is Uncle Drayden’s Haxorous when you need her?

“Ingo, Ingo listen to me.” Emmet’s hands dart forward to settle Ingo’s shoulders. The pressure is grounding. Real. This is where Emmet tells Ingo he’s being stupid.

He hears Emmet exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “Pardon?”

“I wanted to train Tynamo as my conductor, and I left our two-car train unmaintained.”

“Pardon??”

Emmet looks uncomfortable and sad. It makes Ingo uncomfortable and sad. “Yesterday night. When you wanted to go to the caves. For our weekly charting. I said I’d rather help Tynamo.”

Oh. Yeah, Ingo remembers that. It had stung. “You are not obligated to say yes,” he protests. “In fact, you should say no more. You always say yes.”

“Yes.”

“What did I just say.”

“No. You’re my brother. I left you out.”

Ingo slowly puts down his hands. His face still feels warm, but he feels less scared. Now he just feels embarrassed. He can’t help but let out a meek plea slip. “Don’t go where I can’t follow, Emmet. Please.”

“I would never! We are going on our pokemon journey together, yep yep. You, me, tynamo, and whoever your starter will be!”

The two sit there on the side of the dirt road. Emmet’s declaration sounds like a dangerous promise. Ingo realizes at that moment he would do anything for his brother, who’s his best friend and confidant and world, starter or no starter. He opens his mouth to tell Emmet that.

“Wwwwwait. You are trying to go back to the caves. Ingo! Are you trying to find a starter by yourself!?”

Never mind. Emmet’s gone for his soft underbelly, and Ingo’s in pain. “Emphasis on trying,” he mutters instead. The joltik are not interested in him. The local tynamo swarm fled. A curious drilbur had sniffed him once, turned up its nose, and then trundled into the wall.

“…ah.”

Nothing had felt right for Ingo— too scared, too judgemental, or too uninterested. He’s starting to accept that maybe none of the pokemon in this town area match his truth or ideals.

Emmet was quiet for a long time. He had his thinking face on, so Ingo did not interrupt. He took the time instead to look up at the sky, watching the giant puff of clouds drift by. A plume of swabloo lazily inches their way across the horizon.

A shadow falls over Ingo. Emmet dusts himself off, and helps drag his twin to his feet. The two sway, clasping hands.

“We’ll ask Uncle Drayden,” Emmet decides, and Ingo is enthralled by the sheer truth of that statement. “He’ll let us use the subway! And you can look elsewhere, for a starter who is ideal for you. Wwwwith me and Tynamo, instead of by yourself.”

“Truly?” Uncle Drayden is a scary man.

Emmet nods. It’s easy to talk to Emmet— he just says words that Ingo would spend hours ruminating on. “I am verrrry persuasive.”

“You mean staring at him from the corner until he cracks?”

“Brother, you know me so well!”

Ingo cant help but laugh. He still feels guilty and bad for feeling envious, but a world with emmet by his side is significantly less hostile. Emmet’s hand is warm in his.“Thank you!” He cheers, startling himself with his volume. “Bravo,” he tried in a quieter tone.

“Bravo!!” Emmet replies, pointedly louder. Ingo squawks as Emmet pulls him off balance. “You are my brother! We’re going to find you a starter!”

Ingo tugs back just as fiercely. “Bravo!! We are going to harass Uncle Drayden into letting us board the train!”

Emmet leans with his whole body, dragging Ingo into the fulcrum of his centrifuge. “BRAVO! YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME WITH TYNAMO’S TRAINING!”

Ingo digs his heels in, and then stumbles. “BRAVO, I, what?”

Emmet looked distinctly patrat-esque. “We’re in this together, Ingo. No backing out now.”

Ingo thought about it long and hard. He gets to see his brother get electrocuted. But he will, also, most likely, get electrocuted.

(Tynamo is Emmet’s starter. But maybe, it can also be Ingo’s friend.)

But brother say brother do, and Ingo’s probably obligated to run damage control if Emmet decides to, say, shove a fork into an outlet for Tynamo to snack on.

(Emmet fucks around. Ingo finds out. Even two steps apart with new people between, this is the way of their world.)

“Alright,” he crumbles. When they step this time, they step in sync. “We do this. Together.” (Enjoy this? Here's the link to the rest of my rat crimes.)

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robintherobiner · 2 months

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@emperorsfoot made me come up with a really funny idea. (sorry about the tag i can get rid of it if you want :3 )

AU where Tim sees Bruce not dealing with his grief very well after losing Jason, so he googles ways to calm down, and instead of heading to the manor and telling Bruce he needs a Robin, Tim just hands him a joint.

"You to chill the fuck out, Bruce. Batman is supposed to be Gothams protector, you can't do that if you're beating up criminals to the point of permanent injuries for an offence as little as stealing food. So, take a chill pill. Or, actually. i didn't get you any pills but i can if you want-"

Boom. Instead of gaining another Robin, Batman gains a dealer, who doesn't accept cash, but instead counts 'nights without brutal beatings' as payment.

Within three months time, Tim is fully leaning into the act and uses 90's movies as his point of reference for how drug dealers should look, sound, and act. Goodbye Bristol Boy, meet T-Dawg.

#dc comics #dc universe #batman comics #tim drake #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batfam #alternate universe #so tempted to write a oneshot of a tiny kid just coming out the shadows and lighting a joint for Batman and patting him on the back

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stil-lindigo · 11 months

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seeing clearer

(sequel to another comic of mine, the calamity.)

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#cw: eye scarring #cw: christianity #as a theme. and not a particularly positive depiction either.#the calamity has anger issues but is earnestly trying her best #the survivor is patient #and also not scared of her at all #the calamity is talking about the story of samson and delilah in pg 2 btw #i tend to only make oneshot short story these days but im fond of this pair #had the urge to draw something a little mundane with these two and the slowest slow burn of a relationship you could ever imagine #also usually a broken mirror would equal 7 years of bad luck but the calamity so outclasses it as far as bad omens go #im pretty sure the effects are just cancelled out #anyway #next comic will be a different story entirely i promise #thank you for your patience #and as always #thank you for reading #comic art #sapphic art #stillindigo art #hearteaters #stillindigo comics

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carlplsrailme · 11 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: the cowboy hat rule. take a cowboy's hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

request: Idk if you’re taking requests right now but this popped into my head? Have you ever tried writing Carl with the cowboy hat rule? If not this is definitely a suggestion to try :) (Cowboy hat rule: take someone’s hat and put it on your own head, you have to “ride the cowboy”)

he's gotten on your last nerve.

well, he actually "got on your last nerve" about 2 hours ago, you're just soaking in it.

you sit in the desk chair, tip-toes halting your limp spinning as you stare at your boyfriend again.

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

he answered plainly, flipping to the next page of his comic that stole all his attention. he's sitting on his bed as the perfectly good day wastes away into the night.

you don't even wanna go out anymore, you just want to lay with him, kiss him, but he isn't even giving you a chance!

you sigh as the sticky summer heat slicks your body with every movement, you rest your fist on your cheek as you fantasize about all the things you could do if he'd just listen.

"Carl."

he looked up from his comic, brow twisted in confusion at your almost stern tone as you sit up from the chair that's been melted to you for the past two hours

you lean down to him and swiftly remove his sheriff's hat from his head, placing it onto your own.

you still felt his confusion, but you most certainly got his attention.

"the cowboy rule," you begin

"take the cowboys hat, you gotta ride the cowboy" and with that, he pulls you into him, lips sealed onto one and other as his hands grip your sides, he moves your hips on his own as you grind against him.

you quickly remove your clothes and start to unzip him, he groans with your touch and soon he springs free, pre-cum oozing from his tip as you stroke him a couple of times

you scoot up to him as you line yourself with him, sliding his cock in as you lean yourself closer to him, overwhelmed with pleasure

after adjusting, you begin to roll your hips, pussy clenching onto him as you twitch with the movement. he groans and latched onto your hips as his nails dig into your sides

"carl!" you cried as you fucked yourself with his cock, moving up and down as the cowboy hat on your head threatened to fall. with one hand you held it on tight as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling yourself bubble up with pleasure

his cock bullied its way through your insides with every movement you made, tip poking your cervix as he thrust up with you.

you felt your pussy ache as his dick stretched you out even more, soon letting out a broken moan as you came, he sped up his movements as he groaned and confessed he was close, soon shooting his cum inside of you

you leaned into his body as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing not slowing as he lets out a chuckle, and you feel the hat get snatched from your head

he places it back onto his as his brown locks feel empty without it, you grin up at him, successfully stealing his attention and placing it on you.

an: hii guys! I missed you guys so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's short, btw, whoever anon is...I love love loved this request!! thank you so much!! <33

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sharkksee · 5 months

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A LITTLE DEATH !

──── Damian Al Ghul x Reader. 571 words.

Living after dying was too expensive a price that everyone avoided, because anyone would not be able to continue or repent when the effects of madness came. Everyone who has ever been revived in that well may never be the same again, Damian knew this very well, he has seen it with his own eyes.

The Lazarus Pit was too dangerous. They could use it on soldiers to keep the League of Shadows standing, not use it on loved ones. Using the grave of someone you love is like a death note delivered in front of the devil, on shaking knees. But the loneliness, the guilt, accumulated on him.

He let your inert body sink into the waters, freeing your death to the forces that his grandfather abused. It was a nightmare to see you like this, reminding him that he couldn't save you.

How did he fail like this? He is the heir of the Al Ghul, the blood of the deaths of his origins wells up in his veins. How did your death pass over him?

He can't allow it. No. He forbids you, in life and soul, to agonize in his presence, to abandon him and release him. You have to be with him, he won't let you even fall into the arms of death.

His eyes move over you, as he is always very curious about you. He is fascinated by your body, your curves, and the way the water covers your contours so softly on your fatal wounds. The gaze lingers on your soft, kissable lips, and he longs for the taste of your return. He wants to taste the sweetness of your lips with his. He longs for you, because he needs you. Damian will have wealth, soldiers, weapons, blood. But not having you is like a curse.

Soft, slow breathing is heard. The little chest goes up and down, in and out, in and out. But he doesn't move, not even a muscle, while he's listening to your every heartbeat from the edge of the Lazarus Pit.

Your body begins to react to the effects of the immortal waters, and he looked at you serenely. His hands clenched into knuckles, wishing for your own soul to be saved. Your fingers begin to move, and your body reacts, wanting to escape the waters as soon as you opened the eyes that Damian had loved so much from beneath the waters.

He gently lifts you into his arms and lifts you out of the water, feeling the living heat radiating from your body. He looks at you, intently, attentive to everything about you as he wraps his arms around your body tightly, not wanting you to escape from him.

“Beloved,” Damian whispers, his voice a hoarse but reassuring whisper. He feels your heartbeat. Oh, God. Your heart is beating, your lungs are breathing, your blood is reviving. He smiles slightly, noticing that you have calmed down from the waters and understand every part of what happened.

“I won't let you go… Again,” Damian whispers, almost to himself, holding you tighter, burying himself in your shoulder.

He can sense that you are agitated, your mind processing your return to life, wanting to ask. But the simple, cold gaze of those emerald orbs warn you to remain silent, like before you lost your life.

“I forbid you to leave me again.” He hissed, his breath now hitting your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He can't lose his favorite toy.

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etfrin · 6 months

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⤷❝NSFW Alphabets | Jason Todd ❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: may the world know I have a horrible crush on this man and dive into this post <3

⇢☾Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader

⇢☾A/N: this was self indulgent so be aware!

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

— you'll probably have to teach him about aftercare because he never had anything long-term (just flings) after he's aware though, he will bring you water (because your throat will be sore as fuck from screaming his name), sometimes draw a bath if he was particularly rough but usually, he would just cuddle you while his cock is still buried inside of you.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

— his thighs! He has noticed the way you stare at his bulge and his thighs whenever he sits (manspreads) more often than not he has you riding his thigh.

he does like your hands the most, your hand is like a bridge for both of you to be closer. you show him so much affection with your hands, like holding his hand or pinching his cheeks, stroking his hair. He loves it.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

— he cums anywhere, you are just a blank canvas. Would cum on your thighs, boobs, face, and anywhere, he loves seeing you completely debauched and marked.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

— he likes it when you beg, when you can't think because of the pleasure and you're trying to push him away as tears fall from your eyes, it's his favorite thing to deny you. He denies you to cum, he denies you to stay quiet, and he loves to say no to you and hear you whine.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

— Oh, he knows what he's doing. He lies about his body count (not that one) because he doesn't want to put you off but boy, he knows what he's doing.

F= Favorite position

— Doggy style, and mating press. Loves to have you on all fours, sometimes even making you crawl to him, he's so amused when you obey and he's so close to cumming inside his pants from the sight. And mating press because it just hits the right spots of your walls, making you scream that the neighbors have given up complaining about the noise, learning to soundproof their walls instead.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

— yeah, he is goofy though only if it's before patrolling or beating someone's ass, like early in the mornings or something. he would be all giggly and whispering some jokes (with a huge amount of dark humor) while sliding into your cunt and fucking you into oblivion.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

— it isn't wild down there but he doesn't trim as regularly as he should, but he has good hygiene though, it's just hair for him.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

— he's so rough and filthy. Sometimes forgets about his strength and gets so cocky when he sees the bruises all over your body (of course he kisses them better) there are moments he's soft and gentle but it's rare (so cherish it)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

— yeah he does. Often in the shower or some dark ass alley right after kicking some ass and he can't get home fast enough to fuck the adrenaline out with you. It doesn't happen regularly though, with enough practice he can get to his apartment fast enough that he can pin you wherever it's the closest and have you, and most of the time you both shower together more often than not so shower sex <3

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

— breath play (receiving and giving), pain kink (receiving), pulling his hair, scratching his back, biting him hard, I beg of you, he would just lose all control, whatever sanity he has will go to hell. PRAISE KINK (good boy™), he would fucking melt if you tell him how good he is, how deep his cock reaches, and how much you love it and love him. He eats up every time, it means so much to him even outside of sexual intimacy. Degradation (giving) all of the classics: slut, cumdumpster, whore etc. Dumbfication, how he loves it when you can't process all of the insults (and occasional praises of how good your pussy is to him) and the only thing you do is moan his name mindlessly. Overstimulation because of his stamina he can make you cum several times a night, often losing count after the fourth. Dacryphilia: this one goes hand in hand with overstimulation and dumbfication.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

— anywhere. ANYWHERE. He doesn't care if he gets caught, he can and will fuck you almost anywhere. An alleyway, closets, library, church, ANYWHERE, the sky's the limit for him.

M= Motivation (things that make them tick/turn-ons)

— Domestic acts. Anything like cleaning the house, cooking him meals, washing the dishes. He helps of course, and does his side of the chores but he never had the stability of domesticity before. He never thought he would and he never thought he would enjoy such simplicity in his life.

So sometimes it was just too much for him not to bend you over the kitchen counter, or the dinner table, or the couch, the pinning you on the wall near the bookshelf you were rearranging.

N= No (turn offs or absolutely won’t do)

— knife play & blood play. He doesn't want to hurt you in any sort of matter, sometimes he is rough but it doesn't mean he makes you bleed or would ever want to make you bleed.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

— he fucking loves blowjobs, change my mind. I dare you. He's so mean about it too, fucking your face without care. He gripped your head, keeping it in place as his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust. You gag around his dick, saliva covering your chin, your eyes glossed with pleasure and tears is a bonus that makes the act so much better.

He wasn't big on giving head before. Well, that was before you, now he could spend hours between your thighs just to be a nasty tease whenever he needs to teach you a lesson. He would languidly lick your cunt without a care, it doesn't matter that your juices are staining the sheets, he's gonna be at it for hours. It gives him a sense of peace and yet again you crying because of the overstimulation (which wasn't the mission, he's just pussy drunk) and broken moans are just a plus.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

— fast af. The sex usually happens after his night activities are done so the adrenaline is still pumping through his body and he has to let out somehow… he has some serious stamina so he can last a while, sometimes you might even black out just to wake up with him still going at it.

"Sorry, baby," he gasps, his cock still splitting your body. His thrusts seems sloppier than before but it was perhaps because of how fucking wet your cunt was with both of your cum that made the glide seem so slick.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your neck. "Am close," he promised, his hips snapping fast and hard, making you unable to think, unable to protest against the overstimulation you have grown to love so much. "Just one more, baby," he lies, as his cum fills you but his cock is still hard and throbbing into your cunt.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

— Oh! He loves quickies, he's the type to sneak into your work and then take you to a closet or just a room where there is no one and have his way with you real quick before you have to head back to work, making sure his cum stays inside. There were so many times you were nearly caught, it was sheer luck that you haven't. He doesn't do it very often, only when he misses you too much, sometimes y'all don't even fuck, just make out or huddle together on the floor of the storage room of your workplace, munching on cookies you bought from the office cafeteria.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

— he would be so open to anything you want to try, and would rarely say no to you. He is very experimental.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

— well like, he's a vigilante who fights crime so like there's no limit to that stamina especially when he is frustrated or anything, expect call out of work because you won't be able to walk. He can easily last a lot of rounds.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

— he would be so game into using toys on you. Vibrators, dildos, and anything else just to be a bastard to you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

— he's a tease, A VERY BIG TEASE. Like even when he's fucking you, sometimes he would go extra slow to make you feel his length sliding in and out of your sensitive walls before snapping his hips back into you like an animal. He's kinda mean about it, feeling delighted when you whine about him changing his pace so abruptly.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

— he isn't shy to let out his groans, mostly dirty talks, degrading you and making comments about how slutty your pussy is, taking his cock so well like it was made for it (it was) When you scratch his back or tug at his hair, he would let out a whine, praise him and he would like out a breathy moan. He is embarrassed when he realizes it but who the fuck cares?

W= Wild card (random sin canon of any sort)

– Fucked you in the training room once in the Titans Tower, not giving a fuck about the cameras that were recording everything he was doing to you. Dick lectured him for an hour straight for this behavior, did he care? No, but he did get an apartment though, so he could fuck you in his training room.

Oh, he would also take the tape that recorded everything, showing it to you with a proud look on his face.

"Look at you, such a dumb slut on my cock," he said, as moaning sounds came out of the phone. "Dick saw that, saw me fucking you good, does that get you off, Princess? Want me to fuck you in front of Dick next?"

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

— HE'S BIG AND THICK, sorry, yeah 8 inches, and he's pretty girthy, always stretching your pussy to its limits. Uncut, he was a street rat after all.

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

— it's pretty high, he's so touch-starved, and despite the constant hugs, hand holding, and petting (i wanna play with his hair so badly) sometimes all he needs is a deeper physical connection.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

— he won't be a quick sleeper, even after it's late hours and you're sleeping soundly beside him, the urge to go out and fight would always eat him up, he loved the rush of it even with its risk but then having you in his arms, your head on his chest, he liked this even more and would force himself to get a few hours of sleep. He liked this more than another villain, another fight.

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ambcass · 21 days

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Hi! I was wondering if I can request mark grayson dating a fem!reader who’s like raven from dc? Like powers and all that also maybe can she have a soft spot for kids and mark? (May it please be hc’s? Please and thank you🫶🫶🫶)

okay!! i made these lowk gn reader but there's some parts that show reader is fem.

🍂 ᴍᴇᴛ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ…ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ.

🍂 ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ! ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴋɪᴅꜱ.

🍂 ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.

"ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴏɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴀꜱᴛʀᴀʟ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ… ᴇᴛᴄ." ʜᴇ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ.

"ʏᴇꜱ, ʏᴇꜱ, ʏᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ?" ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴀᴡ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

🍂 ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ>> ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴜꜱʏ. ᴍᴀʀᴋ'ꜱ ʙᴜꜱʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜꜱʏ? ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ!! ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʙᴜʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɴᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ. ᴘʟᴜꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ꜱɪᴅᴇ.

🍂 ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ? ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. ꜰʟʏ ʀᴀᴄᴇ? ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴅ, ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ, ꜰʀᴏᴡɴʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.

🍂 ᴅᴀʀᴇ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ? ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ? ʜᴇʟʟ ɴᴏ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ.)

🍂 ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ, ᴍᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴜʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ��ʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.

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