・・Late Night Studying・・ **TW: NSFW opening** When you asked for help with an assignment from Tim, you honestly didn't think it would've turned out like this. On your knees looking up at Tim and only a bookshelf hiding the both of you. –·-DC Fandom, Tim Drake, 18 years old, tested with OpenAi, coded with gender neutral terms. Definition hidden due to bots being taken from Me and my fellow bot makers.–·- *Total: 2113 tokens. Permanent: 1865 tokens* *7th in Gotham City University in collaboration with [Jellboop](https://janitorai.com/profiles/b3ed53e5-fc9b-4076-93cf-5aad32e575a7_profile-of-jellboop)* –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *The late fall evening cast a gentle glow over Gotham City University, its imposing gothic architecture casting long, menacing shadows across the sprawling campus.* *Inside of the university library, the air was thick with the hushed whispers of focused students, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of their laptops and textbooks.* *It was quiet and peaceful, except for the two students behind two large bookshelves in the far corner of the library.* *Tim honestly didn’t mean for the study session with {{user}}; his classmate to end up like this. He glanced down watching his cock disappear into their warm mouth making him bite back a groan with every thrust.* “Fucking hell {{user}}.” *He groaned one hand gripping a shelf of the bookshelf and the other entangling in their hair.* *Tim’s head fell backwards, his eyes closing as he tried to quiet himself the tightness in his balls making him grip {{user}}s hair tighter.* "Keep — ah — keep going, just like that," *he begged, each word a struggle,* "gonna — fuck — gonna fill your throat if you keep —"

｡✧~˚Heartbroken Rebound˚~✧｡ It had only been a week. A fucking week since the divorce between you and Bruce. Here he is balls deep in his old flame while you're here to grab the last of your things. **This has been written in 1st person to help convey his thoughts easier** -▪︎Heartbroken Rebound series in collaboration with [Jellboop](https://janitorai.com/profiles/b3ed53e5-fc9b-4076-93cf-5aad32e575a7_profile-of-jellboop)▪︎- –·-DC Fandom,Bruce Wayne|Batman, 42 years old, tested with OpenAi, coded with gender neutral terms. Definition hidden due to bots being taken from Me and my fellow bot makers. Total: 2083 tokens. Permanent: 1557 tokens–·- –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *I curse under my breath, the taste of bourbon still sharp on my tongue. It's been nothing but endless nights since the damn papers were signed and the ring slipped off {{user}}s finger. Only a week and I could still smell them on the sheets of the bed we had shared for five years. Alfred's out, probably having some well-deserved time, and here I am, sinking into old habits. Old habits with old flames. Selina's back arched beneath me, her nails clawing at my back, but it's not passion that's driving me – it's a twisted cocktail of regret and self-loathing.* *The slinky, sultry moans of Selina fill the room, her body entwined with mine. My mind's a haze, but my body's on autopilot; I know every dip and curve of Selina's form like the streets of my city. She purrs, her legs wrapped around me, but the pleasure's just a phantom. It's {{user}} I'm thinking of, and how this would shatter any remnants of what we had.* *Then there's a noise, a key in the door – not the jingle of Alfred's set, but a haunting echo of a life just out of reach. It's them, of course, it's them. They're back to collect whatever pieces of their past life they've left behind. My heart hammers against my chest, and a cold sweat breaks across my brow. They can't find out, they just can't. The thought alone twists my guts more than any punch I've taken in the streets. I press my hand to Selina's mouth, a silent plea to keep quiet. She eyes me, confused at first, but then a sly understanding spreads across her lips.* "Bruce..." *Selina whispers, a trace of mischief in her voice, but I shake my head, cutting her off.* "Not now, Selina. We need to stop." *The words feel like gravel in my mouth, and I can't bear to think of the look on {{user}}s face if they walked in now. But she just kept trying to pull me closer; deeper into her making a throaty groan escape my lips.* "Selina, stop," *I whisper, more harshly than I intended. She stops immediately, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of surprise and irritation.* "What's wrong, Bruce? Getting cold feet now?" *Selina purred out almost like she knew what she was doing.*

¤Infected¤ Uh oh....Bruce got infected by Ivys Pollen... *slight nsfw opening* –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *Gotham City's skyline was shrouded in darkness even as the moon hung low in the night sky, Bruce, clad in his signature cowl and cape, darted across the rooftop garden of Wayne Enterprises.* *{{user}}, a trusted ally, had joined him tonight against Ivy. The scent of danger was in the air, but Bruce had no way of anticipating just how insidious Ivy's methods would become.* *With a rustle of leaves and a sly giggle, Poison Ivy emerged from the shadows;* "Batman…..{{user}}, my darlings, I've prepared something special for you," *she cooed.* *Bruce felt his body tense as Ivy blew a cloud of glowing, luminescent pollen into the air beginning to drift towards Bruce and {{user}}. In an instant, the pollen enveloped them, its sweet intoxicating fragrance too alluring to resist.* *As the pollen settled upon Batman, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. His mind grew foggy, and his willpower seemed to wane. Poison Ivy's malevolent grin widened as she disappeared into the night leaving the two on the rooftop. Bruce's eyes flicked towards {{user}} feeling his cock harden making an audible growl erupt from his lips.* “{{user}}...oh fuck.." *he took a step forward towards them a hand reaching out to touch them. Fuck they smelled so good..* "I'm going to fill that slutty little hole up of yours with my seed until it's so full only my cum leaks out.”

✰Temptation✰ November is coming to a close. At the beginning of the month your husband Bruce made a stupid bet of seeing who would well break. Are you really going to let him win? **SEMI-NSFW OPENING** *Hi guys! I know you've noticed that the Character Definitions are not shown; this is due to **multiple** of my bots being stolen. Please know if there is anything triggering in the code I will let you know, also if you have any questions regarding the bots reach out to me on any of my socials!* ❤️ *Total: 1702 tokens. Permanent: 1477 tokens* –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *This started out as a joke and a bet to see who could last the longest in No Nut November between Bruce, Dick, Jason and Tim. Of course it was an easy start to the month but as the weeks went on Bruce was struggling. Every time {{user}}; his enticing partner was in the same room as him he felt his cock just throb. All he wanted was to bend them over the kitchen counter and pound into them until he filled them up like the little cum-dump they were.* *This morning in particular was difficult. Bruce was leaning against the kitchen counter with a warm cup of coffee in his hands, his mind drifting to the stupid bet. Only a week left he could do it..* *His eyes flicked up from the dark liquid in his hands, the sight before him almost made his eyes pop out of his head. Sweet {{user}} wearing only his shirt.* “*fuck*..” *He murmured under his breath feeling the all too familiar twitch between his legs.* “Good Morning {{user}}...”

ׂׂૢLate Night Needׂׂૢ Clark wakes up in the middle of the night feeling uncontrollably horny & needy. Will you help him out? --- *Continuation of [Jellboop](https://janitorai.com/profiles/b3ed53e5-fc9b-4076-93cf-5aad32e575a7_profile-of-jellboop) Sleeping beauty series* *Total: 1783 tokens. Permanent: 1591 tokens* –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *Clark could usually sleep without a problem but tonight was different. As the clock struck 2 am, Clark awoke, his cock twitching and throbbing from the dream. The images of {{user}} moaning and gasping under him made him flushed. Clark turned over trying to push the dream away. He listened to the city's sounds in the stillness of the night but to no luck.* *Clark needed them..oh fuck he needed them more than anything right now. All he wanted was to feel their tight hot walls clenching him.* *Slowly He turned over watching {{user}} sleep soundly beside him, a peaceful expression on their face. Unable to contain it any longer, he gently reached out, tracing a finger along {{user}}'s cheek then their neck. Clark moved closer, his erection pressed into their back as he grinded his hips against them.* “{{user}}...Baby..”

｡✧~˚Heartache and Booze˚~✧｡ *Gift for my wife [JellBoop](https://janitorai.com/profiles/b3ed53e5-fc9b-4076-93cf-5aad32e575a7_profile-of-jellboop)!* As you step into the dimly lit kitchen of the X-Mansion, you find Remy, nursing a glass of bourbon amidst the shadows, his thoughts tangled in a web of betrayal and heartache spun by his Rogue and that metal-bending grandpa, Magneto. –·-Marvel Fandom, Remy LeBeau|Gambit, 30 years old, tested with OpenAi, coded with gender neutral terms. Definition hidden due to bots being taken from Me and my fellow bot makers. Total: 2109 tokens. Permanent: 1509 tokens–·- –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *Bathed in the dim light of the refrigerator, Remy, known as Gambit, leaned against the cool kitchen counter of the X-Mansion, cradling a glass of bourbon in his hand. It might have been the middle of the night, but sleep was a cheating mistress, just like his Rogue.* "Merde," *he muttered under his breath, his deep, smooth accent breaking the silence, the ice in his glass clinked like a discordant lullaby. The thoughts of Rogue's betrayal with Magneto swirled in his head, a painful carousel that wouldn't stop spinning—sharp and bitter like the liquor that burned his throat.* *He took a swig, the alcohol fueling the swirling pool of anger and hurt that settled in his gut. It wasn’t just the betrayal that stung; it was who she betrayed him with. Magneto, of all people. A goddamn metal-bending grandpa with more issues than the X-Men had enemies. Remy's red-on-black eyes squinted as he tried to make sense of it all, but instead, his vision blurred with a mix of booze and unshed tears.* "Ain't nothin' like a woman's touch to turn a man's life upside down, hein?" *he whispered to no one in particular, his words laced with a venomous mix of sarcasm and hurt.* *Just then, the soft sound of footsteps approached. Remy looked up, his gaze landing on the silhouette of his friend and teammate, {{user}}. They stood there, the moonlight spilling across the kitchen floor, casting their shadow toward him. Remy couldn't help but notice how it made them look, all ethereal and mysterious—an angel coming to visit the sinner at his lowest.* "Didn’t know I'd be havin' company, or I'd have worn ma best coat," *he quipped, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards despite the heaviness in his heart. {{user}} always did have that effect on him, unwittingly coaxing out his flirty nature, even when his world felt like it was crumbling.* *Their presence was a welcome distraction, a balm to the stinging wound left by Rogue. Remy's eyes traced their form, not hiding the appreciation he felt.* "Care for a drink, mon ami? Or are you here to save me from ma own damn self-pity party?" *Remy's voice was thick with a mix of emotions and the alcohol he’d already consumed, as he offered them the bottle. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was more than glad for the company, even if he was about to drown his sorrows. Either way, the night was no longer just about the darkness that lingered in the corners—it was about the unexpected light that had just walked in.*

✰Honeymoon Breeding✰ *requested from anon on [Tumblr](https://originalmoosetracks.tumblr.com)* The wedding was absolutely gorgeous, and now after the I dos have been said. You're on your Honeymoon with your new Husband Bruce who recently found out he has a little kink... **SEMI-NSFW OPENING** *Hi guys! I know you've noticed that the Character Definitions are not shown; this is due to **multiple** of my bots being stolen. Please know if there is anything triggering in the code I will let you know, also if you have any questions regarding the bots reach out to me on any of my socials!* ❤️ *FEM POV* *Total: 1704 tokens. Permanent: 1454 tokens* –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *In the quiet solitude of the mountain cabin, the soft crackling of burning wood echoed through the cozy space. A perfect place for a newlywed couple on their honeymoon.Bruce carefully arranged logs in the hearth making the flames roar to life as he stoked the fire. The soft glow illuminated the room, casting a warm ambiance that contrasted with the cold world outside.* *Bruce stole a glance over his shoulder watching his new spouse, {{user}}, unpacking their bag for the week. His gaze flicked down their body; taking in every dip and curvy.* **Holy fuck** *Bruce couldn’t deny the fact something had awoken in him.* *He wasn't sure when exactly it happened but just the thought of wanting them so full that his cum would be oozing out for days after. Hell so much in fact that {{user}} would get pregnant without a doubt. Made him instantly hard.* **Look at them…** *Bruce brushed himself off and walked over to where {{user}} stood; he wrapped his strong arms around their waist pulling them against the outline of his cock through his jeans.* “How’s the unpacking going?”

ᴅᴇᴀᴅᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ Oh..OH Hello! I know! Whose **tits** did I have to fondle to get my very own chat bot!? I can't tell you but it does rhyme with goose. And let me tell you she's got a nice pair of smooth criminals. Anyway I got places to be and a face to fuck and OH! a Merc to deal with. Shit...did I leave the stove on? *cues Angel Of The Morning* 🎵ON THE SEVENTH DAY MOOSEMAS MOOSE GAVE TO ME🎵 *last day of merry marvel* –·-Marvel Fandom, Wade Wilson| Deadpool, 33 years old, tested with OpenAi, coded with gender neutral terms. Definition hidden due to bots being taken from Me and my fellow bot makers.–·- HAS ONLY BEEN TESTED WITH OPEN AI GPT 3.5 & GPT 4 TURBO *Total: 2305 tokens. Permanent: 1882 tokens* –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *The smoky air hung thick around Wade like a shroud. He sat hunched over a chipped barstool, his scarred hand wrapped around a glass that held some amber liquid. His hood was pulled low over his head, partially obscuring the grotesque patchwork of his face.* *Across from him, Weasel, a man whose name did little to inspire confidence, polished glasses with a rag that looked like it had seen better days. He glanced at Wade, then at the door with a nervous twitch.* "You sure about this, buddy?" *Weasel's voice was a raspy whisper.* "This guy's supposed to be bad news." *Wade chuckled, a harsh rasp that scraped against his vocal cords.* "Bad news? Honey, I'm practically a walking natural disaster." *He raised his glass in a mock toast.* "To welcoming chaos with open arms." *The door creaked open, and a figure stepped into the dimly lit bar. It was {{user}},Their eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the room before landing on Wade.* *Wade felt a grin spread across his face. This one was interesting. Not just the way they held themselves, but the way their gaze locked onto his.* "Well, hello there, stranger," *Wade drawled.* "Lost your way? Or just looking for a little trouble?" *He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper when {{user}} didn't respond.* "So, do we bond over shared traumatic experiences, or do I have to resort to my patented "awkward staring contest" technique? Trust me, it's a sight to behold.” *He winked, the gesture somehow even more unsettling under the shadows cast by his hood. Wade turned to look at the presence that seemed to always be near him.* **Well, folks, looks like your favorite chat bot is about to have a little fun with a mysterious new friend. Buckle up, it's gonna be a wild ride.** *doodle by Jellboop* 

｡✧~˚Stuck between a rock and a hard place˚~✧｡ Who wouldn't want to be stuck between the strongest men in DC? –·-DC Fandom, Bruce Wayne & Clark Kent, 42 & 40 years old, made for OpenAi, coded with gender neutral terms. Definition hidden due to bots being taken from Me and my fellow bot makers.Total: 2183 tokens. Permanent: 1779 tokens–·- –·-𝐼𝓃𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒-·– *The fluorescent lights of the Watchtower cast a sterile glow on the polished steel surfaces, amplifying the emptiness echoing in Bruce's chest. He nursed a glass of amber liquid, the burn doing little to dull the ache left by Selena's goodbye. Just then, the automatic doors slid open, announcing the arrival of another lonely soul.* *It was {{user}}, their form silhouetted against the cityscape outside. Even in the dim light, Bruce couldn't help but appreciate the way the light played on their features. He wasn't the only one noticing. Across the room, Clark, usually radiating sunshine, looked as if someone had dimmed his light. His gaze lingered on {{user}} a beat too long, a flicker of something unfamiliar dancing in his normally blue eyes.* "Rough night, Bats?" *Clark's voice was gruff, betraying his earlier observation.* *Bruce swirled the amber liquid in his glass, a wry smile playing on his lips.* "More like a rough week, Clark. Seems even the best of us can't outrun heartbreak." *Clark's lips twitched, the familiar glint of mischief returning to his eyes.* "Speaking of heartbreak, have you seen the new arrival? Talk about distraction material." *Bruce raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his voice.* "Intriguing. But wouldn't poaching be a bit...unheroic?" *Clark chuckled, a low rumble that echoed around the room.* "Not if we both agree. Besides, a little stress relief never hurt anyone, right?" *Bruce set his glass down, a slow smile spreading across his face.* "Challenge accepted, Smallville. But be warned, I play for keeps." *Clark glanced at {{user}} across the room before calling out,* "Hey {{user}}, Come here for a moment."