SMUT CHAPTER! There's still story going on, but they're like, the latter half of the chapter. Half of it is horni.
[Also I have an important question for everyone at the start of the Author's Notes at the bottom, so pls respond if you can spare the time!]
This is the first official smut chapter, and it's also my first time writing real smut. Like. Ever. So it's my first time, too!
Tags before you go in:
• Vanilla [at the start; the rest could be considered mind-break to a very small degree]
• Improper use of Quirks
• Improper use of Tibetan monk techniques
• Minor role for tentacles
• Overstimulation
• Fast and slow, we ebb and flow
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Lucian and Maxie returned to what was now their unit in the abandoned compound. Because they were officially an item, being there together felt right. Still, it didn't feel quite real just yet.
Both of them reclined on the couch, side by side, wordless. Earlier, Lucian finally completed the quest that was left unfinished: getting into a relationship with Maxie. Make no mistake—he didn't get with her just to finish it off.
However, he did want to complete it on the off-chance that it might give him something good. Just his luck, it gave him the perfect reward.
"Hey..."
"Hm...?"
Needless to say, as a freshly-formed couple, things were bound to be awkward in the first real phase of their relationship. Still, Lucian needed to carry on.
"I got a thing for you," he said. Penny formed the Blossom Locket in his pockets earlier, so he took it out from there. "I got this outside earlier in the morning, but I wasn't sure when to give it to you... might as well be now."
Maxie was presented with a pure gold locket. Every link on the chain was enchanted to be as tough as steel, though non-magic-practitioners would never be able to tell. The locket itself was the same, except there was a much more complex enchantment laced together with the durability spell.
Her eyes sparkled at the sight. The oval locket was on the larger end for its kind, and its surface glittered mystically in the low light. The backside was inscribed with symbols that she didn't recognize, and a flower was carved upon the front. It had sixteen petals, with eight of them sitting in 'front' and the other eight 'behind' them.
When opened, the locket was empty as expected. Both sides could house a framed picture, backed with something that looked like pearl. The thin glass that would protect the pictures within seemed to glow with inner light, and it all just seemed so magical.
Speechless. That was the only way to describe how Maxie felt.
And so, knowing that she was robbed of her words in the moment, she clutched the locket tight and climbed onto Lucian's lap, facing him. With her arms on his shoulders, she stared awkwardly into his eyes and hesitated.
"I uh... may not have thought this through," she mumbled.
Lucian, ever the little shit he was, chuckled with a cadence that could only be read as 'oozing with mischief.' Eyes narrow and playful, he put both hands on Maxie's waist and pulled. She yelped when her body became flush with his, her crotch landing on what she could definitely tell was a bulge.
"If you want a chance to think," Lucian teased, "now's your only shot."
Face flushed, Maxie's rebellious side bubbled to the surface. "What if I don't want to think?"
"Then I'll help you do just that... but... let's do this first."
Before anything else, Lucian took the locket to secure it around Maxine's neck. She accepted with trepidation, watching nervously as his hands snaked around her neck to hook the latch. Her cheeks heated up just from the proximity. When the latch finally caught, tension faded as she took a deep breath, eyes misting.
"How does it look?" she asked meekly.
Lucian smiled, much warmer than she'd ever seen before. "It's perfect on you," he replied. "I almost want to just take this all in forever."
Feeling shy, she punched his shoulder without any real force. Still, they had things to do. She eventually settled back into the present with a deep breath, and nodded to give Lucian her go-ahead.
Though Maxine was the one on top, it was Lucian who took the lead. She readily surrendered to his advances, closing her eyes and meeting him halfway as he leaned in. Her first kiss with him was sweet... just as sweet as she remembered her actual first kiss being.
She moaned as their lips locked, wholly involuntary. She'd dreamed about this many times. Fantasized about it, even—kissing while in a passionate embrace. The eventual steamy encounter. Basking exhausted in the afterglow.
After an entire life of abstinence interspersed with innocent experimentation that never led to anything real, Maxine wanted this desperately.
Her arms tightened around Lucian's neck, hands grabbing fistfuls of his messy hair and pulling him ever tighter against her. His own hands moved down from her waist to grab her butt, which on its own summoned butterflies in her stomach. Unable to resist the urge, she pressed her body as hard as she could against him and rolled her hips.
Oh, it was delightful to her, the way his body's sheer heat radiated past the clothes between them and right into her core. Did being superhuman cause this? If so, as a regular human, it felt amazing to her. His heat was feverish in a way that made her feel alive.
At some point, Maxine got experimental with their kiss, letting her tongue explore outward. Lucian felt it and mirrored her, and she whimpered when he guided her into a full French kiss.
From then on, it was tingles all over for Maxine. They started from the nape of her neck, trailing all the way down her spine and branching into her limbs as they passed. Goosebumps broke out across her skin in their wake, and she felt her mind going hazy.
Lucian broke the kiss at some point, separating from her. Disappointed, she whined from sheer need until he touched nose tips with her.
"Slow down, Max... you forgot to breathe."
"Oh..."
He was right. When she took the time to breathe in and out, the fog in her mind cleared up. She rested her forehead on his and let herself recover, at which point a pleasant tingling warmth entered her from where their heads met.
"Oh... oh, that's good," she moaned. "Is this...?"
"Vitality transfer," he confirmed.
So it could be used that way? Getting with Lucian posed Maxine more benefits than she expected.
"What now?" he asked. "I'll seriously take this all the way to home base if you're willing."
Their direction was up to her again. Hazy as her mind had gotten, she still remembered what sparked this makeout session.
"You said you'd help me stop thinking," she reminded him. "So help me. Take me all the way home."
Another kiss. Another blast of warmth. This time, neither of them held anything back. Though soon, they realized they couldn't strip off their clothes if they didn't separate. They wordlessly agreed to break apart, entirely impatient in equal measure.
Lucian shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to the armrest farther away. Then, he clutched at the hem of Maxine's shirt to pull it up and over her head, followed by her bra which he deftly unclasped and tossed aside. Her bust wasn't anything impressive, but... that was how he loved them. Present, yet subtle. It took everything he had to keep from just lunging at them as soon as he saw.
While Maxine peeled Lucian's shirt from his body, it felt like her mind accelerated. She'd never seen a man's naked body this close and personal before. She'd always avoided it, and never sought it out even when she had clear chances. With the snack that she now had in front of her? It was all worth it. Because this one was already hers.
With both of them now topless, Maxine crashed right back into Lucian. She moved as if wanting to melt into him, mouth hungrily lapping at his. She even made sure to grind her breasts against his chest as best she could, acting with desperation that she never thought she could muster.
To her delight, Lucian matched her energy, hugging her tight and leaning back so she could fully put her weight on him. Her hips went right back to rolling, and this time, he met her movements with energy that befit only someone like him.
As pleasurable as it was though, their jeans were in the way... so Maxine reached down to get rid of the pesky obstacle. While unbuttoning her jeans, she snuck a quick grope of Lucian's bulge. She didn't have a good point of reference for size using just her crotch, but her hand told her everything...
"Fuck...!" she whimpered between kisses. She wasn't expecting that much to be packed in there.
Unfortunately as she pulled, her jeans were somehow tighter than usual, as if to spite her lust by withholding her freedom. She reluctantly pulled away from Lucian's lips and rested her chin on his shoulder—she needed to lift her body up by the legs just to pull her damn jeans off.
Luckily for her, that didn't delay her pleasure for long. With his mouth now free, Lucian attacked her neck, making her eyes roll around for a second before ultimately refocusing. Tammy had discovered it with her when they were younger, but her neck was one of her most serious weak spots.
While Maxine let herself melt with Lucian's attention, she felt what seemed like tentacles graze her arms and legs. She figured out what they were right away, and gladly let them help her shimmy out of her jeans. Soon enough, Lucian was fully naked as well under the same method, and they made out and ground against each other wearing absolutely nothing.
Their sexes were completely slick in no time. Seeing as Maxine's underwear had already been soaking wet when they came off, it was only natural. Lucian's was in much the same state, and if they wanted to, they could have coupled right then and there with ease.
The question was...
'Do I want that...?' She forgot to consider it earlier, the possibility of getting impregnated.
She thought long and hard for the grand span of one second. 'I want it. I really want this, but it's not safe yet. Do we have protection? We need to get some before going all the way.'
She pulled away, hands bracing against Lucian's chest. "W-wait... Luce, hold on...!"
Still grinding, he grunted his confusion.
"We don't have any protection, so—"
"We do," he cut into her words before she could ramble. Seeing the dazed and confused expression on her face, he made a show of wrapping Blackwhip tendrils all over his cock, making sure to weave them airtight. "I can make suction cups with these things to slingshot up buildings. They'll do just fine as condoms."
The idea appealed to her. As one last precaution though, she asked, "Should I also take the pill later...?"
He tousled her hair. "Good head on those shoulders," he said. "I'll get 'em for you when we're done."
Feeling reassured, Maxine allowed herself a listless smile before letting herself fall forward, ultimately melting against Lucian's heat. "Do it," she whimpered. "Make me stop thinking..."
The moment she said so, he lifted Maxine's body by her ass. Since Blackwhip was prehensile, he used it to guide his cock to rub at her pussy's lips. This made her moan in a much higher pitch than any other time before, hips wiggling helplessly, and his blood pressure rose down below just witnessing it all.
Slowly, he let her weight bring her down as he aligned with her entrance. When her body stiffened, he stopped and lifted her back up again.
'So it's her first time?' he surmised.
He repeated that sequence slowly, and with immense care. This went on until her body stopped tensing, and she was able to take him deeper than before with every repetition. When she finally managed to take him in his entirety, he let her settle back in his lap, at which point she shuddered and sighed with contentment.
"I'm gonna move now," he warned, and Maxine's response was an out-of-it giggle. Well, her arms did wrap around his body and settle on his back, so she wasn't completely gone just yet.
He used Blackwhip to keep her body steady, just a little bit above his lap. His thrusts were slow at first, gauging her reactions which only read as empty-headed pleasure. She would squirm or whimper on occasion, but ultimately, she seemed to quite like what he was doing.
He spent the next hour experimenting with Maxine, making sure to periodically check on her state of being using [Danger Sense] and ki vision. For a while, he was content to pump into her from below as they were until she climaxed. [Sheer Will] helped him stave off his own release until he decided he was finished.
After Maxine came undone from his cock for the first time, he turned her around, fucking her in his lap from behind. He peppered her neck and shoulders in kisses that led to hickeys, and he teased her breasts and the outside of her pussy all the while. When she climaxed from that, he placed her down on the couch and ate her out—something he deeply enjoyed doing. Her scent and flavor had his mind fogging up in the best way.
He imagined the future when he finally maxed out the Changeling class—his tongue could stretch so deep in there, and he wanted to see her reactions when she was conscious.
After making Maxine cum from oral, he tried fucking her from behind next. Checked out as her brain was, she ended up with her face down in the cushions while he pumped into her, as slow as he could this time. He took that new pace just to observe her reactions again—dragging out of her pussy made her body shiver, and pushing back in made her legs squeeze together hard.
He spent the most time slow-fucking her in various positions, which he found brought her to orgasm much quicker than if he moved quickly.
Every single bit of her reactions was indescribably adorable to him, and he wanted to tell her all about the experience once she was rested and fully sober. How would she react, he wondered?
Whenever Maxine's vitality dipped and caused [Danger Sense] to flare during the past hour, he fed her with water, mouth-to-mouth. She couldn't drink otherwise, and in her lust-drunk haze, she seemed to gulp down anything he kissed into her on instinct.
Finally, at the end of it all, Lucian decided that it was time for him to cum as well. He'd been on the precipice the entire time—just a little more pleasure would surely push him off the edge once he let [Sheer Will] relax. Cradling Maxine's body as he fucked her, he massaged her scalp and trickled lifeforce into her brain. As intended, this seemed to reboot her and her vacant eyes refocused.
"Luce...?" she mumbled listlessly.
"I'm gonna cum, Max," he told her. "Where do you want it?"
"Mmph... in my mouth," she whimpered. "I wanna taste it... feed me your cum...!"
Her hands roamed all over her body when Lucian pulled out and stood up, one of them groping her breasts and the other moving to finger her lonely pussy.
Lucian settled her down on the couch, leaning her against the armrest. He stood over her from the side, releasing his cock from its bindings and resting the tip on her kiss-swollen lips. She opened up on reflex, tongue darting out before turning her head to the side to suckle on the tip.
In but a few moments, Lucian was pushed past his limits. After all, he had spent over an hour just feeling Maxine's pussy without climax, and that compounded with this proverbial last straw. With her lips locked tight around his tip, not a single drop leaked out as his cum filled her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the tip the entire time, mouth working hard to suck out anything that might have been left behind. When Lucian pulled away, she spent a good minute touching herself while playing with his cum in her mouth.
She only swallowed when she felt her final climax approaching, courtesy of Lucian who went ahead and ate her out with no need to be asked. Swallowing his seed pushed her over the edge much better than she imagined, and her legs squeezed so hard around his head that any normal man would have been hurt.
Then finally, after her first time having sex, Maxine had a long, restful sleep.
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Lucian cleaned up after his and Maxie's mess. It was... something. Luckily, he managed to catch most of their fluids with Blackwhip while they had sex, so the couch wasn't soaked. The floor, on the other hand...
Once he was done fixing up the apartment and hanging up the used clothes, he went on to clean up Maxie while she slept. It felt a bit wasteful, but he had to use bottled drinking water to wipe her clean with a rag, then himself. After that, he went into the Steeles' unit to get her a fresh change of clothes.
Once everything was in order, he gave her a little kiss on the forehead and let her rest for a few hours. All the while, her locket sat pretty on her chest, reflecting a stalwart light as if to say, "You can leave her to me."
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True to his word, Lucian fetched some morning-after pills once Maxie woke up. He didn't leave while she was unconscious for obvious reasons.
He also went to Iñigo's while he was out. When he got there, he realized that he lucked out—it was both his and Maxie's off-day. Well, they'd never actually decided on his. Until now, he just worked sixteen hours daily, and when he didn't show up for work, Iñigo decided to just set Lucian's off-days to match with Maxie's.
While Lucian ordered food for two, there was much teasing to be had. Somehow, Iñigo knew that they finally did the deed, as did a handful of the employees. That was a surprise—he cleaned up really well, and unlike Maxie, no marks should have lingered on his body. He even cleaned up thoroughly...
'Well, that's fuckin' weird. No harm in the end, but... weird.'
In the end, Lucian was sent off with meals for both him and his girlfriend, including some specials like extra large portions and desserts.
'Right... she's officially my girlfriend now,' he mused. 'Well, that's one more reason to avoid doing anything stupid.'
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Bruce Wayne exited the board meeting room, still wearing a grin like he didn't have a single care in the world. He waved for the assembly as he left, exchanged casual goodbyes, and went on his merry way.
It was all stocks and expansions in that meeting room, expenses and profits. It was dull. Worse, it seemed borderline pointless.
No matter how much of his wealth he poured into his home city—his Gotham—nothing ever seemed to change for good. Once in a while, he would make a dent here and there. A small breakthrough for a small group of people. What of it? Sooner or later, it would again be overwhelmed and subsumed by something else.
General violent crime. Organized groups that acted in the shadows. So-called supervillains bent on keeping Gotham the way it is, if not wanting to make it worse. No matter how much he pushed, no matter which direction, something would always drag his progress right back down before he could fully capitalize on it.
A thought would occasionally cross his mind whenever this frustration came up—the idea of drastic measures. It reminded him of what his second son was doing, how Red Hood reeled in crime to control it. Bruce did not quite approve of those methods, but he saw merit in them, and so did not actively challenge Jason's ideals.
His own intrusive ideas, however... he could never let them come to pass. Not a single one.
As he ruminated, Bruce treaded a familiar series of corridors that led away from the busier parts of Wayne Enterprises' headquarters. This particular path led him to an elevator, one that was neither the closest nor the most luxurious. This one... it was meant only for him to use.
As the doors closed, he let the smile fade. The mask finally came off. With a neutral expression that could only be perceived as grim, he removed every bit and piece of luxury from his body and hung them up on the side bars.
Hundred-thousand-dollar watch. Jewel-encrusted rings. Tailor-made three-piece suit. Hidden Kevlar vest. The elevator kept dropping as he stripped, falling faster and faster. Soon, as it reached its peak velocity, he was only in his underwear.
The back panel opened up, several layers peeling away like yawning metal mouths. In the very back was a stand that held 'clothes' he was truly comfortable in.
The Batsuit.
The one in front of him was only a single set of many. Their designs had evolved numerous times in his tenure as Batman. At first, they were only a thick leather suit with metal plating underneath to protect vital areas, with functional cosmetic additions such as the fabric cape and his bladed gauntlets.
As he grew in experience and knowledge, the leather became more refined in craftsmanship, and was reinforced with meshes. The metallic armor grew more and more complex and protective, introducing technologies that protected against energy-based attacks, as well as magical. Though he swore to never use magic himself, protecting himself from it did not go against his self-imposed limitations.
Bruce donned the suit before him—piece by piece—until only one part of it lay unclaimed.
He stared into the cowl's hollow white eyes, seeing not a protective implement, but a mirror. His mind whispered a silent prayer to nothing in particular, and pulled it over his head, where it then locked together with the rest of his ensemble.
The elevator opened up when it reached the deepest basement level, further still than the known underground floors. Batman boarded the batmobile stationed there, and drove into one of Gotham's forgotten tunnels. The city had quite a number of them, coming from the days the city was still undergoing rapid expansion. Each and every one connected together into a sprawling underground network in the present day.
Sometimes, these tunnels would cross into the subway system. Other times, they fed into the sewers, or led to dead ends produced by the construction of new buildings. He'd had to reroute many times through the years because of those.
His current destination was the Batcave under Robinson Park. Oracle had just given him an update—Lucian was 'invited' to meet up, sent through an unidentified phone number. Just hours later, she learned that it was Killer Moth's doing, who currently worked under Aleck Donovan.
The situation was only exacerbated by the idea that Lucian suggested to Nightwing: that he could go meet the mystery person, see if Aleck wanted to recruit him, and become an insider if that was indeed the case.
Batman thought it was reckless—not to mention unnecessary with their resources. That led to him wanting to meet Nightwing and tell him to dissuade Lucian from the thought when they met again the following night. In addition, he wanted to suggest a new plan of action: reveal the mysterious party to Lucian as Killer Moth, and convince him to instead capture the villain during their meeting.
With his ideas settled, Batman drove off through the tunnels to convene with his son.
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After Lucian returned, he and Maxie ate a delayed lunch, then rested on the couch for a bit more. During that period, he contemplated telling her everything that he learned from Nightwing that morning. He already felt guilty hiding the truth about her mother. Now that he knew both Maxie and Tammy were in constant danger, could he really stay silent?
An idea struck him then.
Maxie was in his lap again, facing him. They didn't go for another round of sex as she was still sore, but she had been insatiable since she woke up. They ended up compromising by repeating their first act from earlier—making out and grinding.
When it came time to take a break and let Maxie catch her breath, he presented his idea.
"Hey... so I'm actually meeting up with some uh... 'work friends' tonight."
Maxie giggled. "That would sound so wrong if I didn't know your secret..."
"Yeah, well... stuff." He took a breath to recenter. "Okay. Here's the thing. We're a thing now, right?"
She nodded. "Mhm..."
"And I've been thinking... do you maybe wanna get in on this life with me?"
The proposal broke Maxie out of her lustful spell. "You want me to do like you do?"
"I think it's a good idea," he replied. "And when you get strong enough, we can watch each other's backs and won't be so worried when we're apart..."
Maxine smiled, clutched her locket, and leaned in for a hug. "Sure thing," she whispered. "Let's go with that..."
"We have to account for your family, though—"
She put two fingers up to Lucian's lips, silencing him. "Shush... they'll sort themselves out. If they ask questions, we're just working extra jobs at night."
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With everything settled with Maxie, it was time for part two of Lucian's plan: have Nightwing help him with the reveal.
Lucian could have told her on his own, but he'd never been good at those sorts of things—he always felt like he would only be burdening the other person if he revealed such loaded secrets. As a consequence, his conflict resolution skills nosedived in quality as well, making for an unsalvageable mess.
His solution was to collaborate on it with Nightwing. It would ease the burden of making the reveal, and he could focus on supporting Maxie through whatever happened next.
Using the contact number he got from Nightwing, hoping that it was still available, he shot him a message detailing what just transpired, followed by his idea.
The response was brief, with Nightwing saying that bringing Maxie along was no problem, and that he was willing to help out. He also did mention that there has been a change of plans, as new information just came in about the person behind the 'invitation.'
With both of those in mind, Lucian felt more secure about the future.
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[A/N]: Helo! It me! Mitter Blorp!
So I've been growing as a writer as this series goes on. Like, literally—I've been stumbling half-blind since the start. I know a lot better now though, so I'm confident that any new stories I write will start better compared to how DC:SR did.
And now, a situation! I wanna write another fic in tandem with this. DC:SR will still be ~weekly, so the other fic will have to update irregularly [unless it takes over DC:SR in popularity...]
Now, the quastion!
What would y'all prefer between these two?
• Naruto Isekai
• Mushoku Tensei Isekai
Details: neither story will have a 'system' like here. Instead, their protagonists will just get some form of power from somewhere else.
For the Naruto isekai, our protagonist will get Mui Tenpen/Idle Transfiguration from Jujutsu Kaisen.
For Mushoku Tensei, which I will call Muryoku Tensei, I'm not quite sure, but I'll figure something out. I've already got storylines in mind for both though, so there's that!
Anyway, thx for responding <3
And now... author's ramblings.
I just realized sumn... So I'm going with DickKory here, and I know this is my first time saying that, but yeah, Nightwing is with Starfire in DC:SR. That means Barbara's free.
Lucian's got a real thing for redheads.
And Barbara's free.
Aight now I need y'all to check out Prime Earth Oracle... at least, this is Prime Earth Oracle as far as I understand things [continuity can be a bit of a bitch in comic books, eh? Anyway, I'll comment it here when the chappyter goes up.]
Judging from her clothes, this particular variant is probably with Nightwing in the runs she's in... but we're just taking the design! I'll modify it to be a lot more neutral, maybe, if I ever find the will to draw again.
My little beans are finna tag team the Babs huehuehuehuehuehuehue