Fics ‘n Shit

It/he pronouns | 23yrs old | proship

You might’ve known me as any of the following; fretsboards, sourthots, &/or dsmpgloryhole as I used to run those blogs before they got nuked. This blog is to be a personal proship blog. As in post stuff that I'm not comfortable posting to main.

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Synopsis - Jason has baby fever, and tricks Dick into giving him one

Tw - noncon, tampering w/ a condom, babytrapping, implied trans mpreg, & batcest

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Since Jason had returned from the Lazarus pit, he'd taken on a good chunk of the child-rearing tasks when it came to Damian. In his fugue state, he gained an odd proclivity towards fatherhood. Gods did he want to raise children of his own. Talia made it clear that she didn't want any more children. Her attention fully on Damian; the apple of her eye. Fucking Jason was a way of emptying out her rage regarding Bruce. It left an ache in Jason.

So here he was, swallowing up his pride. Knocking on his older brother’s door. “Jason, what are you—mmfph!” He’d been shut up with a kiss. With his imposing size, Jason pushed Dick back inside. “Mm…not that I’m complain—ah, complaining but why are you here?” Jason had nipped his Adam’s apple, sucking hickies along his neck. “Want you to breed a baby into me.” Jesus was he blunt with it. Not knowing his baby brother was trans, Dick ignorantly responded back, “Jason. We’re both dudes. Ah—back up, just for a second. I can’t actually fuck a baby into you.”

“Humor me,” Jason pouted. Dick fell back onto his bed. Pants being impatiently tugged down his thighs. “Okay, okay,” holding his hands up in an offensive gesture. “I’ll humor you but we’re using a condom.” Leaning up to fish one out of his nightstand drawer. “Don’t give me that look, Jay. I don’t know if the pit gave you clean bill of health. Have had some nasty run-ins myself.” Emphasizing he’d only fuck Jason with a condom on.

Rolling his eyes, Jason fished Dick’s cock out of his briefs. Drooling out a wad of spit into his hand before jerking Dick off. “Whatever—“ surprised when his older brother stops him. Grasping his wrist, “if I can’t properly fuck a baby into you, then why do you want this? Do you…still want this?” Jason could feel he was about to add another rule. Man, did it annoy him.

“Can’t a guy just want to bond with his brother?” Dick’s free hand cupped Jason’s face.

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Cass and Tim become curious to the changes happening to each other's bodies during their shared puberty as twins

Cass & Tim who only start differing somewhat from each other when they reach the teenage years. Going from being practically identical to looking more like siblings. Granted, they were fraternal twins anyways. But Bruce figured the twins could share a closet, less clothes to wash. Money was zero issue for the billionaire.

Now with puberty around the corner, the two had their own separate mini collection of clothing items they refused to share with the other. Bruce was more willing to part with his credit card. Watching as the twins took inspiration from their siblings, full on copying some aspects.

Spending so much time by their lonesome, they become curious about what changes the clothes might be hiding. Not interested in patrolling yet, they wait until the rest of the brood leave alongside Bruce for the night.

Duke, their emergency contact was out cold. Alfred was away for the weekend, visiting his daughter. Thus, no one was awake or at the manor to stop them. A means to avoid explaining what they were doing. Naively believing their weird-to-begin-with family wouldn't possibly understand.

"You go first," Cass nervously insisted.

"No way, I came up with this idea. You go first," Tim shot back.

The twins had a bit of a staring contest before Cassandra finally budged. Hands swiftly finding the hem of her shirt. Lifting up & over her chest, Cass' thumbs hooked under her sports bra to fully expose her growing breasts.

"Happy?" The question made his gaze snap back up to her face. Realizing that he'd been caught staring. His twin sister had gone from flat as a board to a small A-cup in a few months. To Tim, it was quite noticeable. To Cass, it was simply another weekday.

"Time to uphold your end of the bargain." Tim wouldn't deny the disappointment he felt when she dropped her top. "Cough up."

"Ugh, fine," Tim groaned. Hands going down to unbutton his jeans, wiggling to get them up & over his hips. Easily slipping down his thighs after that. Giving Cass a good view of his half-chub. "Nah, boxers too, Timmy."

Tim reluctantly removed his boxers. The softer fabric joined the denim, looped around his ankles. Cassandra traced the length of Tim's member with her gaze. Tim shivered at the heavy energy behind the gaze. The duo was startled by the manor's front door busting open. Tim was frantic, fumbling as he put his pants back on.

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Bruce, stepping in for Dick, finds out he doesn't really, like ever, wash his suits Or Bruce finds out Dick's musky odors make him so aroused he has to stop patrol to fuck himself with an escrima stick

I can't recall for the life of me right now whether it's an actual comic book panel or a piece of fanart but it shows Bruce wearing Dick's suit and it looks decent enough from the front but is just busted up from the back. Like thoroughly stretched out, literally ripped in places due to the size difference between them. That's the inspo for what is written after this point, alrighty? Alright.

Thinking about how Bruce quickly finds out later that the suit was on its last leg to begin with. The latex has extremely thin, ripping like paper. Didn't help that Bruce pulled on it like one would pantyhose. Trying to force it on but it just refused to budge. Wrongly assuming the latex would be the stretchy sort. Then again, he shouldn't have put it past his eldest son to design his suits to be as form-fitting as possible, damn near restricting blood flow. Remembering how his son absolutely loved skinny jeans as a teenager.

But that wasn't the key element that his brain latched onto. It was the odor. Dick seemed to never wash his suit. Bone-dead exhausted at the end of patrol that he'd strip out of the suit and forget to wash it. And if he did, Dick would thoughtlessly chuck it into the washing machine, not caring at all about the fabric's preferred settings. Standing there in his boxers, scratching at his ass with a yawn before going about his day.

Bruce doesn't know how to react to the strong musk at first. He knows a good parent would chastise their child if they found their clothes in such a state. Unfortunately, he was not a good parent, having pushed away his child. Only stepping in because Dick was currently out of commission, too sick to patrol his beloved Bludhaven. Cock twitching against the fabric. Thankfully, no one would notice how his precum created a giant wet patch. The twilight cloaked his depravity.

^^how Artfight is going so far;

Billie (Impsona) - pyro_hijinks

Edit of Hendrix (my s/i) to the one “a pity she does not exist / a shame he’s not a… / the only girl I’ll ever love is Andrew in drag” song

Basically I got a face claim for Hendrix; Evgeny Schwartz & thought it could be an interesting slow burn type au. Like where character A has two set personas/roles for different shit and get confused as being 2 diff people by character B (love interest) b/c of it. But they’re actually the same person. Character B just being extremely oblivious to it, venting to Character A’s other persona about them. Is eventually told, embarrassment ensues but they end up together at the end.

Jason x Damian

Second pic is the mirror selfie Jason texts Damian, telling him to come over. Other 2 are, well, pound town. Shorts are pushed up & Damian’s rimming him

<- 1st pic; Artist! Aizawa draws his partner Fatgum

2nd pic; The muse becomes the artist. Or after taking a few lessons, Fatgum repays the favor and draws a nude of Aizawa ->

How Hendrix met 3 of the f/os (Misa, Vincent, & Mountain)

Misa Amane

They met at a coffee shop after the events of Kira & the Death Note so Misa’s on her healing arc. Having to learn how to live without associating her self worth to Light. Still acts and models but has taken a step back as she puts her mental health first. They don’t live together yet, roughly dating for only a few months. Misa does put Hendrix on a pedestal similar to how she did Light. Akin to limerence but her and Hendrix talk it whenever he notices it happening.

Vincent Brooks

QPR; line b/t friendship and romance is extremely blurred. 5-6yrs younger than Vincent. I view Vincent putting off for a long time after Catherine and those dreams he experienced + breaking off his engagement with Katherine.

Meet sometime during the game’s events as Hendrix frequents the same bar. Is also pals w/ Erica. Don’t really get off on the right foot after finding out Vincent is cheating on his fiancé. Drix doesn’t think it’s his place to tell Katherine. Plus it’d be coming from a stranger if he did. Why would she believe him?

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