This is an ROG focusing on the Bat family but also including the rest of the DCU. It is a bit different from other RPGs. This is a slash predominate RPG, occassuinal hetro will be accepted. Im an old time slasher, though not necessarily in DCU since 1991.
Premise: Basically Bruce has a harem lol. The Bats do sleep with each other. If that squicks you this may not be the RPG for you. Its set modern day. I hope to see it include the JLA and other heroes. The main city will be Gotham. This RPG will be a mix of fan fic and comments, basically becoming the character.
Rules: Well we are all consenting adults here. :D NC-17 writings are acceptable. If you wish to use anothers character in a story, you need to work with the other author. Events that ebcourage alot of group participation are encouraged., Please limit mun comments to the individual journals. Newbies are welcome. No flamind or disrespecting other members. Please post something at least once in a month. On the fan fics, there is a minimum of 500 words. Alfred is an NPC. For those who like sticking to cannon, consider this pre RIP.
Claimed characters so far are: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson - Wayne, Jason Todd Wayne, and Timothy Drake Wayne. I would love to see more become involved.
Premise: Basically Bruce has a harem lol. The Bats do sleep with each other. If that squicks you this may not be the RPG for you. Its set modern day. I hope to see it include the JLA and other heroes. The main city will be Gotham. This RPG will be a mix of fan fic and comments, basically becoming the character.
Rules: Well we are all consenting adults here. :D NC-17 writings are acceptable. If you wish to use anothers character in a story, you need to work with the other author. Events that ebcourage alot of group participation are encouraged., Please limit mun comments to the individual journals. Newbies are welcome. No flamind or disrespecting other members. Please post something at least once in a month. On the fan fics, there is a minimum of 500 words. Alfred is an NPC. For those who like sticking to cannon, consider this pre RIP.
Claimed characters so far are: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson - Wayne, Jason Todd Wayne, and Timothy Drake Wayne. I would love to see more become involved.
Fic: Lost Wounded Birds
Author; Moi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally f'd up Noncon sex
Pairings: Dick/Alfred, Bruce/Jason/Dick
Summary: Sometimes the dangers are right in front of your eyes
Chapter 1: An unwelcome visit
Dick’s stomach knotted to hear Alfred approach. He steeled himself. Unlike Bruce or his brothers Alfred felt wrong. Alfred felt dirty and degrading. Dick would try to distance his mind as far away from his body as possible. He would try to imagine they were Bruce or Jays hands. Unfortunately, their hands were never cold and clammy. Their hands might be rough but there was an air of gentleness about them. There was an air of love and mutual respect. He tried to move but found, not surprisingly, his body would not obey his mind. He couldn’t get it to obey him. Alfred had drugged him again. He felt the covers move off his body and the bed sag. He smelled the cologne and the brandy that reeked through the room. Alfred was drunk. He usually drugged him when he was drunk and knew he would be of no match for the younger man.
It never did, but he would always try to will his pajamas to stay fastened. No, like melted butter, the buttons opened. He heard Alfred’s breath hitch. There would be no words. There never were. Words were for other times, other matters. This was about Alfred meeting his needs. Still he would rather Alfred did it to him as opposed to any of his brothers or Bruce. Jason and Tim wouldn’t be able to handle it for vastly different reasons. No, to protect those he loved, he would be what Alfred needed. He felt the bruising kiss and the tongue invading his mouth like a snake. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut but was met by a stinging slap. Alfred loved to watch Dick’s eyes as he lay powerless beneath Alfred’s hands. “You know the rules Master Richard. I don’t want to hurt you. Now, play nice or I go down the hall. Tim is becoming deliciously ripe.”
Dick forced his eyes open. He had to. He couldn’t let anyone else suffer like this. He felt the hands net into his hair like talons. He felt like a fish caught by an old grizzled eagle. He heard the sound of the zipper being undone. He watched Alfred straddle him, stroking his member lying between to shriveled sacks. He felt Alfred prying his jaws open and inserting. The grip on his hair tightened while his face was slapped. Alfred thrust repeatedly into his mouth, so deep Dick was afraid he would choke. “Such a pretty little slut. My beautiful little whore, does Bruce know you do it so well. No, the Master is too gentle with you. He makes you sullen and impertinent. You are bad. You need to be punished. Only Alfred loves a whore.” Thankfully the words were cut off by grunts and moans as he felt the hot slime shoot far into his throat. He was thankful that his body had not responded. It would anger Alfred but to Dick it was a small, important victory.
Dick felt ill as Alfred manipulated his throat, forcing his seed down into Dick’s stomach. “Ah, you didn’t like that, little whore? Too gentle perhaps?” He felt the cold talons move to his penis as the mouth sucked and bit over it seemed any bit of flesh that he could find. Dick winced as he felt the talons pull and squeeze like it was going to be amputated from his body. If he could he would have screamed. The pain and humiliation washed over him in waves. It was worse then Catalina. He hated the chuckle from Alfred. The bastard was enjoying every moment of it. He felt his face burn with shame as he released. Alfred was back now at his face, smearing the sticky substance all over Dick’s face and reminded him how much of a filthy boy he was.
He knew what was coming. He looked up at Alfred, begging for mercy with his eyes. He knew though Alfred was too drunk to care. He felt his legs spread and lift. Before he could move his mind, Alfred viciously impaled him. He felt the sacks crash into his abused lower regions and felt the burning and tearing. At times like this he seriously wanted to die. He didn’t want to survive. Soon it was over. After a few moments of laying on top of him, sweating and panting, Dick felt the weight lift. He heard the zipper and heard the door open and close.
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Jason watched the old pervert stumble out of his lover’s room. He hated Alfred. He knew what Alfred did on these nights. It disgusted him. He wished he could just toss Alfred down the stairs of the manor and be done with him. He couldn’t though. It might raise too many questions. He steeled himself. Right now, Alfred wasn’t his top concern. He heard Tim’s door creak open. He wished to hell Bruce was back. Alfred would never dream of doing this when Bruce was in the Manor, but much as the boys hated his absence, he had a duty to the JLA. He waited in the dark until he heard Alfred’s door latch. He cursed that his hand was shaking. He hated to think of the desecration he was about to see.
“Timmy, run down and get the kit.” Jason whispered.
“You don’t think we’re going to…” Tim gasped and Jason wished they could still shield Timmy from the darkness around. Unfortunately, he was going to need the help with Dick.
“Yes, now GO! NOW! Also, grab the pain killers from Bruce’s dresser and some clean sheets.”
Tim gulped and simply nodded. He knew all about the darkness. He knew exactly why Alfred never tried anything with him. He knew who was paying the price. He’d seen Dick huddled in the showers before after a ‘night-time visit’ from Alfred, Bruce and Jason tenderly cradling him. Many times he wouldn’t see Dick for several days. He raced down to the study. He wished he was taller. At thirteen, the clock was still hard to manuever on his own.
Upstairs, Jason went down softly to the old nursery. Bruce had tried to build Dick his own wing but Dick refused. He liked the nursery. To be honest, Jason and Bruce loved the easy access of their three rooms, and when Bruce was home, neither slept the whole night in their own bed. He gave his special knock. He knew Dick wouldn’t be able to answer but he wanted Dick to know he was safe and loved. He entered and had to grip the doorway for a moment. He couldn’t take in the complete devastation. This was the worst he had ever seen. He hoped to hell Bruce would finish his business soon. They needed their father, their mentor, and his love and protection.
TBC
Author; Moi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally f'd up Noncon sex
Pairings: Dick/Alfred, Bruce/Jason/Dick
Summary: Sometimes the dangers are right in front of your eyes
Chapter 1: An unwelcome visit
Dick’s stomach knotted to hear Alfred approach. He steeled himself. Unlike Bruce or his brothers Alfred felt wrong. Alfred felt dirty and degrading. Dick would try to distance his mind as far away from his body as possible. He would try to imagine they were Bruce or Jays hands. Unfortunately, their hands were never cold and clammy. Their hands might be rough but there was an air of gentleness about them. There was an air of love and mutual respect. He tried to move but found, not surprisingly, his body would not obey his mind. He couldn’t get it to obey him. Alfred had drugged him again. He felt the covers move off his body and the bed sag. He smelled the cologne and the brandy that reeked through the room. Alfred was drunk. He usually drugged him when he was drunk and knew he would be of no match for the younger man.
It never did, but he would always try to will his pajamas to stay fastened. No, like melted butter, the buttons opened. He heard Alfred’s breath hitch. There would be no words. There never were. Words were for other times, other matters. This was about Alfred meeting his needs. Still he would rather Alfred did it to him as opposed to any of his brothers or Bruce. Jason and Tim wouldn’t be able to handle it for vastly different reasons. No, to protect those he loved, he would be what Alfred needed. He felt the bruising kiss and the tongue invading his mouth like a snake. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut but was met by a stinging slap. Alfred loved to watch Dick’s eyes as he lay powerless beneath Alfred’s hands. “You know the rules Master Richard. I don’t want to hurt you. Now, play nice or I go down the hall. Tim is becoming deliciously ripe.”
Dick forced his eyes open. He had to. He couldn’t let anyone else suffer like this. He felt the hands net into his hair like talons. He felt like a fish caught by an old grizzled eagle. He heard the sound of the zipper being undone. He watched Alfred straddle him, stroking his member lying between to shriveled sacks. He felt Alfred prying his jaws open and inserting. The grip on his hair tightened while his face was slapped. Alfred thrust repeatedly into his mouth, so deep Dick was afraid he would choke. “Such a pretty little slut. My beautiful little whore, does Bruce know you do it so well. No, the Master is too gentle with you. He makes you sullen and impertinent. You are bad. You need to be punished. Only Alfred loves a whore.” Thankfully the words were cut off by grunts and moans as he felt the hot slime shoot far into his throat. He was thankful that his body had not responded. It would anger Alfred but to Dick it was a small, important victory.
Dick felt ill as Alfred manipulated his throat, forcing his seed down into Dick’s stomach. “Ah, you didn’t like that, little whore? Too gentle perhaps?” He felt the cold talons move to his penis as the mouth sucked and bit over it seemed any bit of flesh that he could find. Dick winced as he felt the talons pull and squeeze like it was going to be amputated from his body. If he could he would have screamed. The pain and humiliation washed over him in waves. It was worse then Catalina. He hated the chuckle from Alfred. The bastard was enjoying every moment of it. He felt his face burn with shame as he released. Alfred was back now at his face, smearing the sticky substance all over Dick’s face and reminded him how much of a filthy boy he was.
He knew what was coming. He looked up at Alfred, begging for mercy with his eyes. He knew though Alfred was too drunk to care. He felt his legs spread and lift. Before he could move his mind, Alfred viciously impaled him. He felt the sacks crash into his abused lower regions and felt the burning and tearing. At times like this he seriously wanted to die. He didn’t want to survive. Soon it was over. After a few moments of laying on top of him, sweating and panting, Dick felt the weight lift. He heard the zipper and heard the door open and close.
==================== / ===============
Jason watched the old pervert stumble out of his lover’s room. He hated Alfred. He knew what Alfred did on these nights. It disgusted him. He wished he could just toss Alfred down the stairs of the manor and be done with him. He couldn’t though. It might raise too many questions. He steeled himself. Right now, Alfred wasn’t his top concern. He heard Tim’s door creak open. He wished to hell Bruce was back. Alfred would never dream of doing this when Bruce was in the Manor, but much as the boys hated his absence, he had a duty to the JLA. He waited in the dark until he heard Alfred’s door latch. He cursed that his hand was shaking. He hated to think of the desecration he was about to see.
“Timmy, run down and get the kit.” Jason whispered.
“You don’t think we’re going to…” Tim gasped and Jason wished they could still shield Timmy from the darkness around. Unfortunately, he was going to need the help with Dick.
“Yes, now GO! NOW! Also, grab the pain killers from Bruce’s dresser and some clean sheets.”
Tim gulped and simply nodded. He knew all about the darkness. He knew exactly why Alfred never tried anything with him. He knew who was paying the price. He’d seen Dick huddled in the showers before after a ‘night-time visit’ from Alfred, Bruce and Jason tenderly cradling him. Many times he wouldn’t see Dick for several days. He raced down to the study. He wished he was taller. At thirteen, the clock was still hard to manuever on his own.
Upstairs, Jason went down softly to the old nursery. Bruce had tried to build Dick his own wing but Dick refused. He liked the nursery. To be honest, Jason and Bruce loved the easy access of their three rooms, and when Bruce was home, neither slept the whole night in their own bed. He gave his special knock. He knew Dick wouldn’t be able to answer but he wanted Dick to know he was safe and loved. He entered and had to grip the doorway for a moment. He couldn’t take in the complete devastation. This was the worst he had ever seen. He hoped to hell Bruce would finish his business soon. They needed their father, their mentor, and his love and protection.
TBC
- Mood:
cold
Title: A Kiss In the Moonlight
Author: Horny_Hippo (hghg)
Rated: G
Table 13 Prompt 06: Romantic
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they are the property of DC Comics, all rights, copyrights, and priveleges reserved.
Claims: Bats/Arrows
Characters: Tim, Bruce/Dick
Warning: This here be SLASH! Two hot males kissing in the moonlight
Summary: Batman and Nightwing have a romantic scene with on a rooftop
Notes: There IS going to be a sequel to this about Dick enjoying his surprise and Bruce.
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Author: Horny_Hippo (hghg)
Rated: G
Table 13 Prompt 06: Romantic
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they are the property of DC Comics, all rights, copyrights, and priveleges reserved.
Claims: Bats/Arrows
Characters: Tim, Bruce/Dick
Warning: This here be SLASH! Two hot males kissing in the moonlight
Summary: Batman and Nightwing have a romantic scene with on a rooftop
Notes: There IS going to be a sequel to this about Dick enjoying his surprise and Bruce.
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- Mood:
relaxed
Title: Showering with the Bat
Author: Horny_Hippo (hgwithhg)
Characters: Bruce/Dick
Claim: Bats/Arrows
Word Count 943
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters are the creative property of DC Comics, all rights reserved
Warnings: SLASH
Notes: This is my first attempt at Bruce/Dick slash. No sex (yet) and no real plot. Just Bruce and Dick kissing and getting naked in the shower.
Author: Horny_Hippo (hgwithhg)
Characters: Bruce/Dick
Claim: Bats/Arrows
Word Count 943
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters are the creative property of DC Comics, all rights reserved
Warnings: SLASH
Notes: This is my first attempt at Bruce/Dick slash. No sex (yet) and no real plot. Just Bruce and Dick kissing and getting naked in the shower.
- Location:Home
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:None
| 01. | bite | 02. | lick | 03. | caress | 04. | grind | 05. | romance/romantic |
| 06. | flowers/petals/roses | 07. | yes | 08. | surprise | 09. | dinner | 10. | dance |
| 11. | horizontal | 12. | silk | 13. | shower | 14. | grope | 15. | oil |
| 16. | massage | 17. | wax | 18. | flog/flogger | 19. | paddle | 20. | clamps |
| 21. | sleep | 22. | free time | 23. | where are my pants? | 24. | knead | 25. | explode |
| 26. | fantasy | 27. | tension | 28. | skin | 29. | breath | 30. | tongue |
| 31. | lips | 32. | hair | 33. | knots | 34. | buckles | 35. | leather |
| 36. | need | 37. | crave | 38. | penetrate | 39. | tight | 40. | jealousy |
| 41. | straddle | 42. | silhouette | 43. | flame | 44. | strap | 45. | crimson |
| 46. | double | 47. | submit | 48. | spank | 49. | cum | 50. | hold back |
| 51. | swing | 52. | taboo | 53. | voyeur | 54. | non-con | 55. | role play |
| 56. | lust | 57. | devotion | 58. | ice | 59. | orgy | 60. | virgin |
| 61. | great outdoors | 62. | blindfold | 63. | cross dressing | 64. | taste | 65. | restraints |
| 66. | deep | 67. | slick/wet | 68. | writer's choice | 69. | writer's choice | 70. | writer's choice |
- Mood:
crazy
| 01. | alone | 02. | vulnerable | 03. | naked | 04. | empty | 05. | blind |
| 06. | lose/lost | 07. | binding | 08. | defy authority | 09. | rebellion | 10. | retribution |
| 11. | insanity | 12. | unstable | 13. | questioning | 14. | haunted | 15. | nightmare |
| 16. | buried | 17. | death | 18. | left behind | 19. | withheld | 20. | scream |
| 21. | issues | 22. | denial | 23. | force | 24. | mutilate | 25. | abuse |
| 26. | invisible | 27. | temptation | 28. | addiction | 29. | choke | 30. | suffer |
| 31. | agony | 32. | cry/tears | 33. | burn | 34. | smoke | 35. | ashes |
| 36. | cast-off | 37. | outside | 38. | mistake | 39. | regret | 40. | procrastinate |
| 41. | wander | 42. | scar/scarred | 43. | cursed | 44. | useless | 45. | replacement |
| 46. | intervene | 47. | traitor | 48. | cold | 49. | wild | 50. | hot/heated |
| 51. | blood | 52. | burden | 53. | karma | 54. | guilt | 55. | solitude |
| 56. | conceal | 57. | encounter | 58. | atonement | 59. | absolution | 60. | punish |
| 61. | anxiety | 62. | winter | 63. | torture | 64. | bitter | 65. | baggage |
| 66. | writer's choice | 67. | writer's choice | 68. | writer's choice | 69. | writer's choice | 70. | writer's choice |
- Mood:
happy
