#i just want sugar baby bruce content :

[bruciemilf]

Battinson didn't want to use WE to fund his Batman journey because he didn't want to " taint Thomas' memory with darkness" or some shit like that, so he became Harvey's sugar baby instead lol

#bruce wayne #i just want sugar baby bruce content :/ #harvey dent #two face #bruharvey #i feel like bruce changed sugar daddies tho #like if he doesn’t want to make harvey pay for something drastic he'll phone roman up #also battinson wouldn't have a brucie persona lol hes just an awkward bitch the whole time #like idk he just doesn't really. like it'd look Wrong if he acted like a brucie yk what i mean?

[chikaras-garden]

Batboys as your sugar daddy

What’s the point of all this money if you don’t have someone to spend it on?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader

Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. They’re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dick’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked.

BRUCE WAYNE 💋

“Wear the diamonds,” Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruce’s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.

With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruce’s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around him—and that’s exactly how he likes it.

But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.

He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dress’s hair-thin silk strap.

“Beautiful,” he says, and you know he’s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks he’s drowned you in over the last year.

When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw. 

There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. “And all mine.”

DICK GRAYSON 💋

Dick’s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hear—feel—him say, “I need you to take a week off work.”

Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.

“Why?” you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that he’s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.

“I want to go to the Maldives,” he says as if it’s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if he’s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.

His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, “A week for the Maldives?”

You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; he’s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.

But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. “You don’t think it’s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?”

“I don’t have the—” He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. “—vacation days.”

��Why don’t you just take them without pay?” he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. “It’ll be okay, just this once. You’ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.”

JASON TODD 💋

Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, you’re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. “You eat this crap?”

You raise a brow because he’s one to judge. “I’ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.”

“I’m not you,” he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.

In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. “You don’t know how precious you are.”

You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jason’s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, rough—as if he’s afraid.

“I’m not you,” he repeats in a whisper. It’s like he’s talking to a child, like he knows you don’t know any better. Poor little you—you need him. “Just let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; it’s not good for you.”

When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know he’s right, after all; and isn’t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though he’s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?

TIM DRAKE 💋

“Oh, you’re all set,” your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done. 

Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, “Huh?”

She just smiles a little brighter, and there’s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapid—is that jealousy? “Your boyfriend paid already,” she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but you’re just as surprised as she is.

“For the next year,” she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. There’s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.

So when you get back to your car, you call him.

“Do anything fun today?” he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.

“Tim—”

“Actually,” he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. “I was just thinking about you. You’ve got the prettiest hands.”

“Tim—”

“Let’s go shopping later,” he rambles on, completely ignoring you. “I think you need some new jewelry. You’d like a new set of rings, wouldn’t you?”

🔖: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05

#bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #batman x reader #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader #batfam x reader #🌸— mine. #🌸— bruce wayne. #🌸— dick grayson. #🌸— jason todd. #🌸— tim drake.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Baby Baby

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Bruce will make sure you're bound to him forever.

WARNINGS: Implied babytrapping; Pregnancy. 

AN: Also, first time writing for this Bruce Wayne so Please, reblog and give me feedback. Also imagine him a bit older, cause he always looks so young.

--

You remain laid down, eyes closed while inhaling long breaths of air. It works averagely, the waves of nausea declining.

But the feeling that something is very wrong only grows with each second.

A hand lands on yours and you open your eyes, turning your face to the side, meeting Bruce's eyes. He gives you a reassuring smile but you can't find the energy to return it.

You already suspect the condition that sent you to the hospital, the thought eating you up inside. 

All the times he forgot to use condoms, the almost imperceptible way your birth control pills tasted slightly different than usual. Bruce's encouragement for you to work out more, the gross healthy diet he'd imposed at home, the way he always came inside you.

Now you suspect why.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bruce asks, stroking your hair. “Do you need some water? Want me to order some food?"

You shake your head, slowly lifting yourself up to lean against the bed's headboard. Bruce hurries to help you, fluffing a pillow behind your back before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A shiver makes your body shake, exhaustion flooding you and you fight with yourself just to keep your eyes open.

"I'm sure everything is fine, don't worry, love." he says and you nod.

Not long after a doctor appears, accompanied by a nurse and you cringe at the sight of them. The doctors at this private hospital scare you, all of them with a serious, almost robotic face.

“How’s the patient feeling now?” the doctor approaches you, stethoscope in his hand ready to auscult you.

“She’s better now, not feeling that weak anymore.” Bruce answers, a tinge of annoyance hitting you at his behavior. “What did the blood test show?”

The cold metal makes you flinch, but you keep taking deep breaths until the doctor ends. He comes to stand in front of the bed, a sympathetic smile that does nothing to make you feel better on his face as he looks at Bruce.

“Everything is fine besides the sugar level being low, that's what caused the faint.” Bruce squeezes your hand and you hold your breath, already knowing what's coming next.

“However, that’s completely normal in a pregnancy.”

His words make you feel weak again and you’re just glad you're already seated down.

Bruce's face breaks into a huge grin, arms wrapping around you in a hug as his hand travels to your belly, remaining there. You freeze, unable to think properly. You’re pregnant. Of Bruce.  

He parts to hold your face in a possessive kiss, ignoring the doctor that exits the room, leaving you alone.

“I am so proud of you, love. This is wonderful news,” he declares, his eyes twinkling. Your stomach does a flip and you grip the sheets tightly, trying to control yourself.

You will never be able to leave him.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #dark bruce wayne #dark!fic #dark bruce wayne x reader #dark!bruce wayne #dark!bruce wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne x reader #dark dc #bruce wayne x reader #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #tw: baby trapping #yandere dc

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

since we’re back on the sugar baby train— more content of sugar baby!jason ?i miss them :(

"Jason," you sigh, "I'm not comfortable being a way for you to get back at your dad."

"You're not," he protested.

"Then why-"

"He wanted me to go into business. IT. Anything- something useful. But the only thing I've ever been good at is music," he said, his chest aching. The memory of not being enough. Not being good at the same things. Being lost during family discussions. "He said he wouldn't pay for me to do it- so I did it myself."

He exhaled slowly and crossed the floor, coming to sit next to you. "I didn't care that the apartment was shit. I didn't care that I was eating ramen- It was fine. I was free. I could do what I cared about instead of pretending I cared about quarterly reports I just- When you gave me your offer it wasn't about Bruce. I liked you. Still like you."

Jason took a shaking breath and reached for you, tilting your chin up. "You weren't the first one to offer me that. But you were the first one that gave a shit about me as a person. You offered me an opportunity and all you asked for was what I was comfortable with- I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth. About Bruce. And how I grew up. But- I wasn't sure how."

"What am I going to do with you?" you sigh, relenting.

"I've got a couple ideas," he said smirking, teasing. He missed you. And now that he was with you again, he wanted his time with you. Anything you would give him.

"Oh?" you hum, carding your fingers through his hair.

"Maybe more than a couple," he hummed.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #sugarbaby!jason #ask answered #minors dni

[theglidingbat]

First appearance and he already talking shit

Kinda wishing I was the cop rn-ahem I mean-

It's hilarious how he's instantly talking about batman and how better and stronger he is then batman like baby girl you are obsessed.

I would make a serious character study one day but I'm not a serious person so...

I guess I'll let it rot in my brain

Anyways

I want people Making fun of ghostmaker's name a running gag seriously, the moment bruce says his name sucks it's war.

PLEASE- him considering it a gothamite thing when Harley also makes fun of the name, and instantly knock her out too.

Why is this just clownhunter Harley and bruce refusing to take ghostmaker seriously as the man gets frustrated.

Cause it's just-

"I have this evil plan to kill this child and make you see my ways"

"haha your name's fucking weird"

"shut up-"

"yeah you're kinda annoying"

"shut UP"

"I can't believe l let this loser fuck me"

"shut up you're equally as pathetic"

Like YOU GET IT

Them fighting outside in the background while Harley talks to her plant gf (this time literally)

This is not in any order by the way, it's just me rambling my thoughts cause dc is an asshole and starving us of ghostmaker content. Anyways this is me bursting in when I see anything ghostmaker related these days.

There's something so hot about towering your rival as he kneels down bleeding.

Yeah sorry oracle my ex is back in town don't listen in.

Batman unlocked a new achievement: acquired rich sugar daddy

My friend saw this scene and asked "are they gonna have bdsm sex" like yes girlie they aree

He's lookin at dem bat-tiddies as they disappear behind the suit.

#batman #ghostbat #minhkhoa khan #ghostmaker #bruce wayne #re-reading all comics woth ghostmaker in them because Im starved as fuck for content

[vilevenom]

Part four in my collection of ficlets for "Hello My Old Heart"!

I have been yearning to write some more Hickdory, because it fuels me, and quite frankly there is just not enough content of these two. For this part - a wedding! But probably not the one people would be hoping for, lol Enjoy!

John Dory, apparently, got weepy at weddings. Or, perhaps it was just because it was his baby brothers wedding. Either way, he was half covering his face to stop himself from openly sobbing as Branch recited his vows to Poppy. They were the sweetest, most sentimental vows John Dory had ever heard (not that he had a habit of being invited to weddings to hear a lot of vows), and they made John so thankful for Poppy and her persistence with his brother.

"Daddy? Why are you crying?" a hissed whisper to John's right made the teal troll finally pull his gaze from the happy couple, down to his four year old son who was watching him worriedly.

"They're happy tears, bug. Don't worry," John whispered back with a wet chuckle, ruffling Sky's curly hair. He lifted his gaze just in time to watch Poppy nearly bowl Branch over as they were pronounced married, his brother just barely managing to catch himself and Poppy as she kissed him soundly. "Sugar," John huffed out, sniffing back more tears as Hickory's arm wrapped around his shoulders from his left side.

"They're so cute," Hickory chuckled into John's ear, the country troll grinning widely as they watched the happy couple wave at the cheering crowd that had witnessed the ceremony. "Ya gonna be okay there, darlin'?"

"I'm just so happy for Branch," John choked out, wiping at his eyes, "Ugh. Didn't think I'd cry this much."

"Well, at least yer not alone in yer tears," Hickory said with a grin, gesturing for John to look at the other seats around him. It would seem that all of John's brothers were also criers. Which, although not surprising for Floyd or Bruce, was a bit surprising for Clay, who was red in the face and talking quietly to Viva as the happy couple walked back down the isle towards an awaiting flyer bug.

The wedding had been held in a large clearing, not too far from Pop Village. This way, the royal Bergen couple and Bruce's family could attend, without worry for the space available in town. It had been agreed, though, that after the ceremony, Bridget and Gristle would head back to Bergen town with Brandy and the kids, while the trolls held a party in Pop Village before Branch's official coronation as prince consort the next day.

"We're all such messes," John snorted, pulling a handkerchief from his hair to wipe his eyes, watching as Bruce trundled over to Brandy and his children to say goodbye before they all headed back to the village in Rhonda. His attention was diverted, once again, by his son as Sky tugged at the hem of the formal jacket he'd worn to the ceremony. "Yes? What is it, sweetheart?"

"Why did Uncle Branch and Aunt Poppy do this, again?" Sky asked, tilting his head with a confused little from on his face.

"Do what, sugar?" Hickory asked, leaning around John to pick Sky up.

"This," the tolling gestured to the milling crowd of trolls and clearing at large.

"The wedding?" John asked with a lopsided grin, tucking his handkerchief back into his hair.

"Yeah! That," Sky nodded, absently picking at the tiny flower on his shirt. He'd been the flower boy for the ceremony, and as such he had pinned a flower to his lapel, and had petals stuck in his hair.

"Well," John hummed, taking Sky from Hickory to bounce him on his hip, earning giggles from the trolling, "When two people love each other a whole bunch, and they decide they want to spend their whole lives together, they have a wedding. And all of their friends and family go to the wedding to celebrate how much those two people love each other."

"Oh," Sky hummed thoughtfully, tapping his little fingers on his chin thoughtfully. "Well, why did they put rings on each other?"

"Ah," Hickory piped up next to John, tickling Sky and causing the child to squeal happily, "That's so everyone else knows that they're each others chosen person, an' love each other to the moon and back."

Sky swatted at Hickory's hands, his face flushed as his giggles tapered off. "Papa, no! Stop," Sky gasped, waving his hand at his father, "I'm tryin' to learn." Hickory held his hands up in surrender, while John snorted in amusement, knowing full well he'd picked that up from Clay. Sky took a breath, turning a very serious expression to John Dory, who arched an eyebrow curiously. "So, why don't you an' Papa have rings?"

John blinked, having fully not expected such a question from a four year old. "Uhhh," he said intelligently, staring blankly at his child. Sky frowned, glancing between his parents, before fat tears welled up in his eyes.

"Do you not love each other a whole bunch?" Sky asked, voice indicating that he was very much on the verge of tears.

"Yer Daddy an' I love each other so much, that we just plum forgot all about gettin' married," Hickory was quick to intervene, taking Sky from John's arms and tossing him into the air a bit, hoping to distract the trolling from his oncoming tears. He caught Sky, shooting John a worried look over the trolling's head. John continued to stare into space, an odd look on his face. Hickory frowned lightly, only to turn a bright grin on Sky, who no longer appeared to be on the verge of a meltdown. "Tell ya what, bug. Why don't ya go with yer Uncle Floyd back to the village? I know ya like how fast he goes on his flyer bug."

Sky visibly perked up at that, clapping his hands together. "Oh! Can I?!"

"You bet! Why don't ya go an' ask him right quick, while he's talkin' to yer Uncle Clay?" Hickory set the trolling down, who immediately made a beeline for his uncles. Hickory watched Sky run and get scooped into Clays arms as he approached the brothers, before turning a worried look on John. "Johnny?"

John Dory shook his head quickly, flashing Hickory a brilliant smile. It was obviously fake to anyone who knew the teal troll. "Yeah?"

"What's eatin' ya, John?" Hickory asked, taking one of John's hands in both of his, giving it a little squeeze.

John's smile fell, shifting from the overly wide and toothful grin he used in photos to a more subdued one, his lips pressed thinly together. "Sorry. Sky just caught me off guard with that question. I wasn't expecting it."

"Kids say the darndest things, I've been told," Hickory nodded, shifting closer to John to cup the teal trolls cheek in the palm of his hand, "But ya look like you've seen a ghost of somethin', darlin'. Is it botherin' ya that much?"

"Of course not!" John shook his head quickly, lifting his hand to press Hickory's more firmly into his cheek. "We don't need to be married to know how much we mean to each other. I just…it's something to think about."

Hickory blinked in surprised, his smile turning slightly lop sided. "Is it now?"

John chuckled quietly, pecking a kiss to Hickory's lips. "Yeah. Maybe."

~

The reception party was massive. Trolls of all genres were in attendance, and the entirety of the town was decorated and celebrating Branch and Poppy's marriage. The party clearing was reserved for the party proper, but music, dancing and celebrations spilled out across the village.

"Quite the shindig," Hickory said with an impressed whistle when they finally made it back to town, shaking his head slightly with a smile.

"Everyone loves Poppy and Branch. This wedding was a long time coming," John hummed beside him. They both turned at the sound of their child's joyful shrieks approaching, watching as Floyd landed his flyer bug with a grin on his face, while Sky had his arms in the air, laughing wildly.

"Again, again!" the four year old shouted, laughing as he pushed a tiny pair of goggles off his face and into his hair. "Uncle Floyd, you give the BEST flyer bug rides!"

"Do I? That's quite the compliment. Thank you," Floyd laughed as he disembarked, before helping his nephew down.

"When I get big enough, will you teach me how to fly?!" Sky asked, bouncing on his toes as his parents approached.

"That is definitely something you are going to need to ask your dad about, kiddo," Floyd grinned, ruffling Sky's hair.

"Ask me what?" John scooped Sky up and tossed him into the air, reveling in the trolling's laughter.

"Uncle Floyd is going to teach me how to fly!" Sky informed, as though this was a stated fact.

"Is he now?" John arched an eyebrow at his brother, Floyd waving his hands in the air as he took a step back.

"When he's older! And I told him to ask, not tell," Floyd reassured, grinning awkwardly.

"I see," John hummed, shooting his brother one last suspicious look, before laughing and poking Sky in the belly. "All right, kiddo! You ready for a party?"

"Always!" Sky cheered, wriggling free of John's hold. Once he was on his feet he was off like a shot, running towards the party clearing.

"Such a pop troll," Hickory said fondly next to John, earning a light jab in his ribs from John Dory's elbow.

~

The party went off without a hitch. But that was to be expected, given that Poppy and Viva had planned the whole shebang, and Branch and Clay had taken all of the appropriate measures to ensure that nothing could or would go wrong. Truly, John could not think of better partners for his younger brothers.

"Okay, everyone," Poppy called from her spot atop a glow mushroom to the side of the party clearing, grinning widely while Branch stood beside her with a lovestruck expression on his face, "It's time for the bouquet toss!"

John snorted quietly as he watched trolls scramble to gather around near the base of the mushroom, sipping at his drink.

"Not a fan of the toss?" Bruce asked his older brother at noticing the amused expression on John's face.

"Not so much that," John hummed, shooting Bruce a grin, "I just think the scramble to catch a cluster of dead flowers to find out who's getting married next is funny."

"I think this particular toss is less about the superstition," Bruce hummed, "And more about having a memento of one of the most anticipated weddings of our generation."

That caught John's attention, he turned a sharp gaze to Bruce, eyebrow arching. "A memento, you say?"

"Oh no," Hickory groaned, rubbing at his face, "Bruce, what've ya done?"

"Out of my way!" John suddenly shouted, haphazardly tossing his cup behind himself as he jumped from his seat and made his way into the crowd of trolls beneath the mushroom.

The two watched as John Dory shoved his way through the crowd, ignoring anyone who called after him for being rude. Branch finally caught sight of his oldest brother as Poppy turned her back to the crowd, shooting a question look towards Bruce and Hickory, who shrugged back at him. The three of them could only watch as John shoved past trolls to get to the very center of the group, Bruce letting out a groan of embarrassment over how John was acting.

"Ready?" Poppy called over her shoulder, before tossing the bouquet into the air behind her. The bouquet sailed through the air as the group of trolls below shouted and moved, several giving up quickly and ducking out of the way of others who were not watching where they were going to try and catch the flowers.

John had a plan, though. Hickory gaped as he watched John grin and toss a glitter bomb into the air, causing nearly everyone in the crowd to scream and scatter. Meanwhile, the teal troll yanked his goggles over his eyes to protect them from the falling glitter and snatched the bouquet out of the air with a triumphant shout.

"I am never gonna hear the end of this from Branch, am I?" Hickory groaned half covering his face as John Dory cheered and waved the bouquet in the faces of other trolls as he walked back to their table. He caught a glimpse of Poppy and Branch up on the mushroom, the former looking amused, and the later annoyed.

"Judging by the look on his face right now? Probably not," Bruce said with a light laugh.

"Victory!" John shouted as he made it back to their table, holding the bouquet in the air.

"Guess you're getting married next, huh?" Bruce teased, grinning widely as John stuttered to a stop, his eyes flicking momentarily to Hickory before his cheeks went up in flames.

~

The party raged on for hours after that, and upon finding Sky tucked under their table asleep, his fur slathered in cake, John and Hickory figured it was about time to head home.

"Woo, what a party," Hickory laughed as they made their way back to their pod after bidding their farewells and congratulations, Sky fast asleep in his arms.

"It'll probably go until the sun rises. Or past that, honestly," John snorted, absently playing with the soft petals of the bouquet in his hands.

Hickory watched John out of the corner of his eye for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Y'know, Johnny…If ya wanted, we could…have a wedding." He flushed at the startled look John shot him, quickly ducking his head so the brim of his hat hid his face. "I mean, we've been together a while now. Sky's four already. Wouldn't that be the next logical step?" He lifted his head slightly when the silence dragged on longer than expected, only to find that John was no longer walking next to him. He stopped and turned, finding John stood a few feet behind him, looking surprised.

"You'd really want that? With me?" John asked quietly, clutching the flowers to his chest.

Hickory smiled warmly, trotting back over to John. "John Dory," he hummed with a grin, "we are raisin' a kid together. I have been in love with ya since I was seventeen. How can ya not think I would want to marry ya?"

John swallowed thickly, letting out a quiet, choked laugh. He wiped at his eyes quickly, before shifting forward to kiss Hickory quickly. "You're right. Dumb question."

"Not a dumb question," Hickory hummed, shifting Sky in his arms so he could take John's hand, giving it a little squeeze as they began to walk again, "Just not a well thought out one."

That startled a laugh out of John, who brought Hickory's hand up to kiss the back of it. "Let's do it then," he said giddily, "Let's get married."

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls john dory #trolls hickory #hickdory #trolls fanfic #things that i wrote #should i make a tag for HMOH? #I've been linking the AO3 posting everytime #but I wwonder if that'd be easier for folks?

[jadedsnowtiger]

Part 5

Beast came out to play with her in the garden after her nap, the werewolf looking her over with laughter, as he played tag, hugging her close to him when he caught her, kissing her cheeks. Her knees were covered in dirt, her dress messed up, her hair was wild, she was a mess, but she was free.

It was freeing to run barefoot in the grass, as her special Kitty followed her. Her little mind didn't like calling him a Beast, he wasn't scary or mean, he was a Kitty. Full of kisses and cuddles.

Kitty's arms were strong, as he pulled her close and held her a little tighter, his mind trying to understand what she was going though.

She watched as he played with her doll, smiling as he took Dolly around the garden showing her the flowers.

"Red." He explained pointing to the rose, as Rachel giggled to herself. 

"Dolly, Red." Kitty pointed at the rose and the doll.

Rachel rushed to her kitty, kissing his cheek.

"Smart Kitty." 

Gar kissed her head gently, as he pulled her into his arms. His nose nuzzled her, as he kissed her gently.

"Baby Rea." He purred, his chest vibrating as she leaned into him. "My Rea."

She cuddles into his chest, as he hugged her close, it felt so safe.

"My kitty." She kissed his cheek, as he purred for her.

"Gar Rea, Dinner!" Dick called them back to the house.

"Food." Kitty kissed her, as he picked her up, placing her dolly in his mouth as he carried her. "Nonnom." 

Rachel just laughed at the sight. Kitty turned back to her, as he walked them into the house.

"My spot." She reminded Kitty as she pointed to her seat. "You are there."

Kitty nodded, placing the doll down on the table as he sat down in his seat. Rachel crawled out of his arms and to her seat.

"Spaghetti tonight." Conner laughed, as he moved into the dinning room with Tim following.

"You know this is your dumbest idea, right?" Dick looked as Kitty reached across the table to grab a dinner roll. "Gar is Beast, and Tim- Tim is going to need a bath."

"Think of the memories." 

Rachel turned in her seat, seeing Kori as she rushed to her adoptive mother.

"Did you honestly think I would miss this?" Kori asked, as she hugged Rachel close, picking her up with no issue. Rachel just held on for life, as Kori kissed her cheek.

"How are you feeling, baby girl?" Kori asked, as Rachel placed her head on Kori's shoulder.

"All better now." Rachel smiled softly, as Kori walked her to the table.

She wasn't lying, all the love in the room, she was protected.

Kori kissed her head. "My sweet baby." 

Rachel nodded, hugging Kori close.

"Spaghetti?" Kori nodded, as she sat down in Rachel's seat, placing Rachel on her lap.

"Tim wants it." Conner nodded, as he started to dish out dinner.

"Does Tim always get what he wants?" Kori laughed.

"Yes." Gar and Conner agreed.

Rachel let out a laugh, as Tim just beamed from the attention.

"You're spoiling him." Dick laughed, shaking his head.

"Someone should."  Conner nodded, as Bruce came into the room. "He needs it."

"Isn't he your sugar Daddy?" Kori asked.

"What?" Bruce looked confused as he sat down.

"Which is why, he can have whatever he wants." Conner nodded, as he sat down.

"Mine!" Tim cooed, hugging Conner's arm.

"Sugar Daddy?" Bruce asked.

"I love my new Jean jacket." Conner winked back. "I earned that jacket."

"By destroying your last one, when you fell off the motorbike." Dick spoke up, as Bruce just looked worried.

"This is your family baby." Gar teased, as he started to cut up Rachel's spaghetti. She didn't even notice the change in Gar as he tapped her nose with a smile.

"Look how adorable he is." Kori cooed, as Tim ate with his hands. He laughed, as he ate.

"Rachel's cuter." Gar pointed out.

"Rachel is a perfect angel." Kori agrees.

She just felt the love in the room, as she smiled, laying her head on Kori's chest as she closed her eyes content with life.

"Open Angel." Gar cooed, as she opened her mouth, and took in the food.

"Speaking of spoiled." Dick spoke up, as Rachel glared at him.

"My babies are perfect." Kori just laughed, as she ate, rubbing Rachel's back.

She was at such peace, she knew it wouldn't last forever.

"You know, you would never let me do this otherwise." Kori washed her back, as she spoke. "Little girls need their mamas."

Rachel turned to her as Kori nodded.

"Donna and Dawn will call you, they are excited to meet you." Kori told her softly. "We are here for you too, Baby girl." 

Rachel nodded softly.

"We'll make things right again." Kori promised,  passing her a cup of juice. "You take all the time you need."

"Mamas aren't mad?" Rachel turned to her.

"At you?" Kori tapped her nose as she smiled. "You could get away with anything."

Rachel just smiled, she was so safe with Kori watching her.

"You are our perfect Raven." Kori told her softly. "You give all you can, too much."

Rachel bit her lip, as Kori pet her hair.

"You know you don't have to give everything, all the time right?" 

Rachel shook her head, she was really an all or nothing person.

"You don't." Kori told her, taking her hand, squeezing it. 

"But I wanna be a good girl." She looked up to her adoptive Mama.

"You are." Kori whispered, kissing her hand. "You are enough."

Her warm and pleasant bath, before Kori dresses her and lotoined her akin, before setting up her laptop.

 her chat with her mothers had been hard on her little mind, being about to see them, but not have them hold her.

Gar sat on her lap, keeping her calm as she talked to them about her day, excited to share her tale as Kori brushed her hair out.

Dawn cooed at her, expressing how adorable she looked, all relaxed with her kitten, Donna teased her softly, reminding her of all girls' weekend coming up.

It helped to see her Mama, and hear their voices. But it was hard not being able to crawl into Donna's lap and reach for Donna's hand. She felt safe, as she cuddled Gar up onto her chest as Donna told her story of Lions.

"How's your mind?" Gar kissed her crown.

Raven turned to him blinking,  both Raven and Rachel were Co-consciousness, as she lay side by side with Gar.   He told her of the past few days, which she couldn't remember.

Gar had explained the age regression, and how it had been used to heal her after such a scary experience, but she felt blame for not protecting her host.

"Full." She reached up petting his face. "We

panicked." 

Raven felt guilty for not protecting her host.

"Hey." Gar cooed gently, as he wrapped his arm around her. "It happens, everyone panics once in a while. Everyone."

He expressed the last word, squeezing her softly.

"Was anyone hurt?" Raven whispered.

"By you? No, just some scratches on Tim from your magic going haywire."  Gar nodded gently, kissing her hand.

"Why did I panic?" She frowned, as she looked at him. Raven was fearless, she had very little to be scared of,  she was trained to look for things, to protect.

"It was just you and Tim, he was in that mood and you wanted to feel it." Gar explained. "You enjoy riding on Tim's happiness..under his magic."

Raven nodded, she truly enjoyed how free his emotions were, the way he would share his happiness with her. It was freeing to allow Tim to lead her though life.

Both her and Rachel were learning so much for the baby bird.

"You were both in a safe space." Gar kissed her hand. "Running freely around the mall, you have no idea."

"But I have been trained." She frowned. 

Dick had spent hours training her for such things, all of them were trained.

"For battle, yes." Gar nodded. "Not when you're doing something relaxing, like shopping." 

"I hate Gotham." Raven nodded, as she rolled over in the bed. This place was a war zone.

"Rachel loves it here." Gar smiled to her softly.

Raven smiled gently, rolling her eyes.

"Here. In this mansion, with my family." She turned back to him.  Raven did love her family, Rachel had good taste.

"We love you, all of you." Gar nodded.

Raven blinked out the tears, as she looked down at herself, she was wearing a green dinosaur onesie.

"What is this?" She asked, she wiped her eyes with an annoyed sigh.

"A onesie." He smiled, as he walked to her. "Little Rea enjoys how safe they make her feel." 

Raven nodded, as she thought about it. Maybe little Rea did, but she was too warm for the fuzzy clothing.

"I don't think, I do." She smiled back at him, as he laughed gently.

"Want me to leave the room?" 

"No, it's okay." She blushed. "Are we good?" 

These last few days couldn't have been easy for him. 

"Always have been." Gar nodded, taking her hand and kissing it. "Seeing you relaxed, peaceful,  in your child-like mind, you didn't show any fear."

Raven kissed his cheek, as she hugged him tightly.

"Demon, human, little, I want to experience all of you." Gar swore, as he kissed her gently.

"I love you. Kitty loves you."

Raven laughed gently.

"Beast like the name he was given." Gar nodded back, holding her lower back.

"Kitty?" Raven laughed gently.

"Your kitty." Gar kissed her. "Big old werewolf, named Kitty."

Rachel laughed, as she hugged him close.

"Freedom!!"

 Screamed down the hallway, as they broke apart to turn to the closed bedroom door.

"Timothy!" Dick yelled, as Conner laughed and was overheard.

"Tim might still be under his spell." Gar warned her gently.

"Spell?" Raven smiled, as he turned to him.

"An age spell." Gar nodded, as he brushed back her bangs. "Fixing Raven."

Raven nodded, she could live with the idea it had all been some kind of spell.

"You can't get me!" Tim screamed playfully.

"I can handle Tim." Raven smiled.

"Naked buddies!" Bart's voice was heard.

"I can't handle Bart." Raven looked to him deadpanned. 

Gar broke out into laughter, as he kissed her.

"Pants off!" Bart cried out.

"No!" Dick called out.

"Pantless buddies!" Tims giggles were so pure.

"Gar, pantless time!" Bart knocked on her bedroom door.

Raven smiled, as Gar blushed.

"Go play with them, I will meditate, and see what I can learn of little Rea." Raven nodded, as she took her hand, kissing it.

Gar looked back with a smile. "You will enjoy her, she is shy and quiet."

Raven smiled gently, little Rea sounded peaceful.

"Try to keep them out of the kitchen and dining room, I don't want to hide up here." Raven blushed, as she spoke as she looked around, pulling out some clothing and she dressed.

"We'll stay up here." Gar promised, kissing her crown, before the door knocked for him again.

"Coming!" Gar called out, removing his shirt.

Raven allowed herself to look at his back, as he walked out of the room.

Raven shook her head, as the door closed, how did Gar end up being so perfect?

"He chose us." Rachel told her gently.

"He did." Raven nodded, "He loves us."

Raven found herself smiling, 

"We are loved." She nodded, as she walked towards the beanbag chair taking a seat as she closed her eyes, getting comfortable, as she reached for something noticing the doll was on the beanbag.

"Little Rea can't write to tell me what I missed, what is your name?" Raven asked, looking over the pale doll.

"Annabelle"  Raven heard in her head, as she smiled softly, hugging the doll close to her.

"Hello Annabelle." Raven smiled, as she lay the doll down beside her. 

Raven touched the doll's nose, as she felt pure love, the doll held love. "Are you my charm?"

Raven just blushed, as she lay down looking at the doll, petting its pale face.

"Dick got you for me, didn't he? That's why you are full of love. Dick must have seen you and saw how much I needed to understand love for my host." The demon smiled, as she nodded. "Teach me everything."

"Mama?" 

Tim voice was soft as he walked into the room. Raven looked up from her beanbag, rubbing her eyes, as she rolled over, she must have fallen asleep.

"Can I come cuddle?" Tim smiled, as she noticed he was now dressed in overalls and a wife beater, which had to be Conner's work. "I small and adorable."

Raven laughed, she had no doubt in her mind about that.

"Come here, baby boy." She called to him, as he rushed to her temporary bed, crawling by her bedside.

Raven knew of  Tim, he was her baby. Tim needed affection and love more than protection, and she was willing to give it to him, but she had much to learn about her baby bird.

"I love you." Tim cooed sweetly to her, laying his head on her chest, as he closed his eyes.

Taken back, she closed her eyes hoping she deserved his love.

"I love you too." Raven kissed his head.

The demon truty loved the boy in her arms, he was everything she wasn't.

"Horns!" Tim laughed, as he reached for her horn.

"Yes, silly boy, Demons have horns." She told him, loving on to him, as he cuddled into her.

"Raven has horns!" He smiled, as she kissed his cheek.

"Where's Bart?" Raven asked gently, kissing his hair.

"Being eaten by Kitty." Tim nodded into her chest.

"Should I be worried?" Raven cooed, petting his back.

"Kitty keeps kissing me, I ran away." Tim looked up, his eyes glowing.

"Gar is out there kissing everyone?" Raven laughed, as Tim nodded.

"Why am I not jealous?" Raven asked, looking down.

"We love you!" Tim laughed, as he kissed her nose.

Raven kissed his nose back, petting his hair as he laughed.

"How are you so innocent?" She asked gently.

"Brain is small." Tim looked up, as he nodded.

"I have a small brain now, don't I?" Raven asked as she rubbed his back. 

"Rea Rea." Tim nodded with a smile. "She likes to be loved, cuddle."

"I don't cuddle." Raven smiled, blooping his nose.

"You give the most cuddles!" Tim laughed, as he hugged her close.

Raven just laughed, as Tim's spell took over.

"You are too good for this world, Timmy." Raven told him, as she pulled him close, kissing his head. 

"Little Rea and I cuddled a lot." Tim smiled up to her, "I showed her how to have a shower, and how to get dressed!"

Raven just soaked in the love. "You taught her all that?"

Tim nodded, as he cuddled closer.

"My big sister, I helped." He nodded.

"My little brother." She swore back, as he blinked out the tears of affection.

"No crying Raven." Tim wiped her eyes. 

"Happy tears." She kissed his hands, as she smiled softly. "You're teaching me so much about love."

Tim just glowed in affection, as he kissed her softly.

"Because that's my job." He nodded in all seriousness.

Raven petted his cheek. "Yes it is." 

All around her was love, as Tim's eyes glowed from the attention.

"I wish I could have kidnapped you early." She sighed sadly. "You deserve so much more."

"You're helping me too." Tim smiled up, taking her hand in his. "Siblings help."

"We do." She kissed his crown with all her love.

A soft purr came into the room, as she felt Bart's weight being added onto her chest, as he grinned up.

The tiger curled up around her, protecting her as she noticed Conner coming in last.

"Room for one more?"

Raven reached for his hand as she smiled.

This was her family, each of them had special meaning to her host, and to herself.

Conner was protective, Tim and Bart her youth and childhood, and Gar was her love. The only ones missing were the ones she called parents.

"We promised little Rea a tea party."  Conner told her, as they lay waiting for everyone to wake up.

Raven turned with a nod, "I like tea."

"You still want to have a party?" Conner smiled at her.

"Please?" She reached for his hand. "Give me a good memory of my babies."

"I got you, Mama." Conner nodded, winking to her. "Your gala dress, or banquet dress, are in the closet."

Raven nodded, blushing softly.

"Tim can't help you with your hair, but Kori's around." Conner reminded her.

"She and Dick should join us." Raven nodded, as she pointed to his pocket. "Text them?"

"I'll set everything up for you." Conner nodded, pulling out his phone.

Raven kissed the dark haired head on her chest, as she moved to the bathroom. 

"I gotta wash up." She turned to Conner.

"Keep the door open, just in case you drop a bottle." Conner asked softly. 

"Drop a bottle?" She asked, as she looked to the bathroom door.

"It was been a trigger for you." Conner spoke gently, as she nodded , keeping the door open.

The tea party had been planned out, Kori pulled out balloons for Tim, as Dick grabbed some table cloths and fussed with food from Uber.

Raven was quite happy to be offered one of her wine glasses of O-negative blood, as she watched Gar express his love for Tim and Bart babying the two, as Conner sat back enjoying his beer, chatting with the adults. Dick, Kori and Bruce all dressed up for the occasion, even Ace was wearing a tie.

The sun was bright, but she was under the umbrella, as she watched her family. 

"You good, baby girl?'

Raven turned to Dick, with a soft smile. "I am relaxed."

"Good." He smiled brightly to her, passing her some cake. "Devil's food cake."

"Devil food for a demon?" She smiled.

"We are still working on your diet." Dick reminded her as she laughed, she wasn't

about to eat raw meat with the children minds around.

"I like all kinds of food." She reminded him, as she smiled. 

"So far." Dick agreed, as she started to eat the cake with a soft moan.

"I like this." She pointed to the cake, as Dick laughed.

"Here comes the Batplane.." 

Raven turned to watch Gar using a fork as he make a sound, flying the food around on a fork.

Gar surprise her, he was a natural at everything. From protecting them in battle to child care, to being her personal counselor and chef, she was proud of her Tiger boy and how much he had grown.

Bart just giggled, as Gar brushed his mess of his his back.

"Into the Flash Zone." Gar cooed, as he  feed Bart.

The love and affection, and protection, flowing off Gar was very calming, he was happy to take his place in his mess. 

Garfield surprised her constantly, he just know how to react to any issue he was placed into. It didn't surprise Raven, that Gar was so supportive of everyone, it was just who he was, a supportive person.

For someone so strong, an alpha, in his own right, he was comfortable sitting back and dealing with the fall out. Gar was just a relaxed person, and it amazes her that he rarely acted in anger.

Raven knew of the darkness of anger in his heart, she was one of the few that understood it, but Gar was rare in showing it, it was just to filled with light, he was a fighter.

Gar smiled to her, his fang out.

"How's your drink Mama?" He turned to reach for her glass.

"Almost empty." Raven frowned, passing it to him.

"We can't have that." Gar nodded, taking her hand, kissing it. "You having fun?'

Raven nodded, as she looked around the table.

"I think   this is heaven." She told him, as she turned back, seeing Gar smile to her.

"This is our heaven." 

#rachel roth #raven dc #dc titans #garfield logan #beast boy x raven #tim drake #beast boy #dick grayson #conner kent #timkon

[sspacecowgirls]

Glory to the Night

Chapter 2

pairing: bruce wayne x reader, selina kyle x bruce wayne

word count: 2.1k

warnings: 18+, smut alert baby, a mild dose of self indulgent wish fulfillment

chapter 1 | chapter 3 | ao3 link

summary: The past is always sweeter than the present, every moment that ends is always better than the moment that starts right after. In the darkness, you take refuge in the memories of a happier yesterday.

a/n: I have never in my life written smut before this and while in the moment I wrote it and re wrote it until the English language no longer felt real I have not really read it or changed anything since then because I live in fear that if I re-read it I will throw myself off the nearest hill. I do remember thinking that it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever read and if anything you want to avoid being the worst.

Gotham’s paparazzi is brutal. The heat from the camera’s flash combined with the blinding light would be overwhelming for anyone but even more so for you. You’ve never been on a red carpet before, the mere concept had seemed unthinkable for you before, and the unwelcoming environment wasn’t helping your nerves. It was a massive change of place from the sweet, intimate, (and probably very expensive) dates you usually had with Bruce that involved the places closing themselves off from the public. You would have been content with the public never catching the notice of your relationship but deep down you had known that was a pipe dream.

Eventually, someone somewhere had leaked something, the cat fell out of its bag and tumbled straight into the waiting hands of Gotham’s many bloodthirsty tabloid writers. You figured out your name was in the papers the hard way, with no warning. Just the new experience of the consequences one faces when their name and face are on the cover of a major city's cheapest and trashiest newspapers if you could even call them that. Not to mention the think-pieces in the ‘good newspapers’ that made their own kinds of assumptions, invoking academic language and Marxist theory to make comparisons of your relationship to the latest socio-political events. It all felt a little ridiculous.

Your day-to-day life changed fast. All of a sudden your Instagram follower count went up, people started talking to you in public, every day you woke up to new texts and phone calls from family and friends (no matter how distant), journalists called to see if they could reach the elusive Bruce Wayne through you, your co-workers started walking on eggshells around you, more and more little changes kept piling on until your life felt completely out of control. You realized this was probably why rich people had so many people helping and controlling their everyday lives.

You mentioned it to Bruce one day over breakfast, between sips of coffee to appear as natural as possible.

He looked up from his newspaper with a scowl on his face. “I don’t know what makes us so interesting.”

“Maybe it’s because they hardly get to see you,” you teased. “They have to grasp onto the straws they get.”

“Well don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” he said softly, kissing your hand to reassure you, and like always, you believed him.

“Hey! Look over here sugar!” A man's voice called out to you, making you turn towards him. The flash of his camera brought you back to the present.

“You alright?” Bruce whispered, extending his hand out to you.

“Yeah, sorry, just got a little distracted.” You take his hand, accepting his gentle guidance over the last couple of steps, and into his arms.

He looks so calm and collected now, introducing you to people and carrying on conversations, but you knew it was taking a lot out of him. In the car, he bounced his leg as he drove and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, all with a steely look in his eyes that did nothing to hide the fact that he looked like he had just seen a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real, but the past that haunts him, along with galas, dinners, and obligations are. He has to face both, often at the same time.

His finger tapped rapidly against your side in a makeshift rhythm as he talked to Rich Man’s Wife #5, and you realized just how deceiving appearances can often be. If anyone bothered to try and see past the Bruce Wayne myth, they would be able to notice his discomfort. You doubt they would be kind about it. He’s probably right to disguise his weakness.

He manages to end the conversation and ever the wallflower, he moves towards the back of the room, hoping to avoid being roped into a conversation with anyone else. He leans against the wall, positioning himself behind you.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well,” he mumbled against your neck, expertly weaving soft kisses between his words.

“I’m glad I made it look easy,” you replied with a sly smile. “Why’d you drag us all the way back here anyway? Conversation with rich Ivy League graduates that dull?”

“No, you just look so beautiful in your dress,” he said, voice husky and laced with desire. “I can’t stop thinking about tearing it off you.”

His words sent a rush through your body that gathered in your head, giving you a feeling of lightheadedness.

“Don’t say things like that in public.” You tried to appear mortified, but a rosy blush betrayed you.

“Why,” he whispered into your ear. “Does it excite you?”

You answer his question with another question in a vain attempt to steer him back in the right direction. “Didn’t you technically help produce the movie? Shouldn’t that make you want to watch it?”

“There’s at least a half-hour left to this mingling, I know of something we can do that’ll help pass the time.”

You wonder if this is more for his sake than yours, his eyes have a wild look to them as if he wants to run away. You decide to indulge him, you’re not exactly in a mingling mood either.

It was starting to become a habit of his, whisking you away from the public’s prying eyes to have you in places he shouldn’t, always disguising it as a favor he’s doing to you. It’s like he’s afraid to claim those desires as his own.

He led you down several corridors, unable to keep his hands off you. You giggled like a teenager, feeling the thrill of doing something you’re not supposed to. He guides you into an empty office and locks the door behind him while you take the initiative to sit on the mahogany desk in the center of the room. It usually belongs to a Vice President Edwin Rogers, but for now, it’s yours.

The man, who had promised to be quick, takes his time now that the two of you are alone. He stops to stare at you hungrily, building up a red hot sense of anticipation in your stomach with the way his eyes darkened with lust. It was intimidating, but that simply made it all the more arousing.

When he’s finally within your reach, you’re the one to lean forward first, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. You break away to take a deep breath, pausing to where your lips barely touch, and when he kisses you it’s a different experience. It becomes urgent, hungry, with teeth clicking and an overflowing sense of desire. The feeling of his soft lips contrasted with the way he nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to moan into his mouth. It was an overwhelming feeling, such love expressed through kisses alone. It made you needy. It made you want to feel all of him.

“Oh fuck Bruce,” you moaned as he moved on from your lips, and traversed down your neck, kissing every bit of exposed flesh, sending shivers down your spine until he reached your breasts.

There’s no time to take off your dress so you’re grateful it had a long slit on the side. That made it easy to hike the fabric up and out of the way, while Bruce sank down to knees in front of you.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasped in between languid kisses to your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to your clothed core. “I want to hear you say it.”

He dragged his finger across your slit, feeling the wetness through the thin fabric.

“I just want you to touch me, Bruce,” you whined, shamelessly attempting to buck your hips closer to his hand.

He moved to hook his fingers on the waistband of your panties, ignoring your aching pussy, in exchange for slowly dragging them off you. “You should be more specific.”

“Oh screw you,” you cried out as you tried to bring his mouth closer to you by squeezing his head with your thighs.

Bruce gave you a wry grin. He was easily able to keep your thighs in place with his strong hands. He covered one of his fingers in your wetness and brought it up to his lips, licking it clean. “You taste so sweet,” he rasped before he pushed his finger back inside your wet slit.

He moved slowly inside of you, emphasizing deliberate and precise movement in order to coax loud, wanton moans out of you. He wanted your body to memorize every inch of his finger.

Your breath hitched as you tried in vain to bite back a moan but you couldn’t stop your body from trembling beneath his touch.

“Please, please, Brucie, ‘s not enough I want to feel your mouth on me,” you begged, eyes fluttering shut. You cave in to his desire to hear you beg, desperately wanting him to be the only thing you could feel.

“You don’t have to beg,” he teased. “Just look at me.”

So you did, and it was truly a sight to behold the richest man in Gotham on his knees for you, drunk off your taste. How many women would kill for this? How lucky you were that the only woman he wanted was you.

You felt weak in the knees as you tried to maintain eye contact with Bruce while he devoured you. You ran your hands through his hair, unable to control the way you mewled when he lapped at your clit with his tongue. He coated another one of his fingers in your slick, slipping it inside you. You inhaled sharply when his fingers curled inside of you, making you see stars.

He groaned against your core, pausing for a second to catch his breath and stare at the way your cunt dripped the mix of your juices and his spit onto another man’s desk. “You… you drive me, insane darling.”

You watched him as he continued his ministrations, determined not to be the one to break eye contact, but it was proving to be hard. The obscene sounds spilling out of you and the feeling of his velvety tongue on your clit begin to prove too much for you. You clamp down on his fingers and Bruce lets out a harsh hiss, picking up the pace a little until finally, it all comes to an end. You reach your peak, and when you come, a sharp heat floods your senses, reaching every corner of your body. He was a match that had set your entire self on fire, if only for a moment. It was a very greedy desire, but you wished you could have stayed in that moment of bliss forever.

You open your mouth to tell him that you want more but a distant voice interrupts to announce that the main event of the evening will be starting and everyone could begin moving into the theatre.

“Looks like the film’s starting.” He stands up, giving you a chaste kiss that nonetheless stirs your desire for him when you taste yourself on his lips. “We should make our way back unless you want to stay here instead?”

“I wish,” you sighed. “But I think it would look bad if the director didn’t show up to her own movie premiere.”

He let out a small laugh, which was always nice to hear. You chewed on your lip while he fixed his hair, unsure if you should say something.

“Thanks again, by the way, this never would have happened without you.” You had said it before but this time it felt like you were baring your soul out to him. Perhaps before it had still felt like a dream but now that your work had become real, the way you wanted to express yourself had also changed.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied softly. “I did it because I love you.”

You couldn’t help yourself, you felt like you would die if you didn’t let him know how much you cared for him. It was a desire so harrowing and haunting that made it hard to function around him and downright impossible when he wasn’t around. So you kiss him, frantically and desperately, hoping that it’s enough for him to understand. When you finally pull apart, it’s breathless, with cheeks flushed and just to make sure, you tell him the only thing you’re sure will never be false.

“I love you too.”

#the batman #bruce wayne x reader #batman x fem!reader #battinson x reader #the batman 2022 #bruce wayne x you #batman x you

[seas-storyarchive]

mcu au stuff because I hate the movies and make my own rules. My brain is a prison.

Another Timeline: Steve and Natasha (Hydra was taken down in WW2) adopt twins Pietro and Wanda (late 90s?) who are refugees after their village is destroyed be terrorists using Stank Tech. Natasha is resistant at first because she is no saint, but Steve reminds her it isn't too late to change. They don't know what to expect as they raise their kids on their rural farm in America, far away from Stank (fuck him, he gets no love from me only hate), along with the kids' Uncle Bucky (Mr. and Mrs. Stank still live, Bucky doesn't kill them, Stank doesn't become Iron Man but the whole family is in jail for war crimes). They are worried and also happy they live far out when their kids start to show superhuman abilities (Wanda using her powers and Pietro using superspeed). They are friends with Clint Barton, who is their contact to Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D, but are otherwise content to live a quiet life on their farm with their kids and Bucky, taking in a man named Bruce Banner at Nick's personal behest as well being a place for one Thor Odinson (again at Nick's request), an occasional place to crash for Carol Danvers (when she's too tired to fly home to her wife Maria and their daughter Monica), and any other stray Nick sends their way (that isn't Stank or any affiliate of his) under the condition that they help around the farm for either a few hours to a day depending on their stay

Stank White: Stank dies during his first movie. His company is dismantled. Peter Parker doesn't act like a sugar baby, nor is he a child/teenager, he's an adult in his late 30s. Harley (age 8) will eventually become Iron Spider, Peter's younger sidekick who has a suit he made himself, who is Peter's adopted son who loves his great-aunt May.

Starless: Yondu x Meredith au. Yondu was never sold into being a battle slave, instead coming to Xandar, wanting to join their Nova Corps for the aid they gave his planet when a sudden climate change almost wiped them out, acting as a representative to his species. He travelled the galaxy - sometimes for missions and other times just to get a feel for it - eventually coming to Earth and meeting a spunky woman named Meredith Quill. They, with the eventual warm up of her parents and a visit from a particularly individual whom is filled with Fury, marry. Yondu and a group of Xandarians are officially stationed on Earth under the good faith of Xandar to SHIELD and the Earthian government. Peter is their biological child, with only his eyes showing his alien heritage

#mcu aus #anti tony stark #anti tony stank

[donutloverxo]

Call it what you want (3/7)

Cowritten with lizzygal

Summary - Picking up three months after you and Steve met on your fateful date, courtesy of a SugarDaddy website, things are progressing. Life continues to move along.

Steve is continuing to adjust to life as a private citizen, doing his work and building a life with you.

You're adjusting to life with Steve, searching for that safe place for the special kids under your care and moving on post-Blip with Steve at your side.

New challenges arise as the two of you discover the depths of your shared passion, what you'll do for the other and exactly how well you and your Daddy are matched for one another.

Warnings - 18+ only, explicit sexual content, sugar daddy/baby relationship, spanking, power imbalance, age gap.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

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Friday Afternoon…

You were starting to have…reservations.

You weren’t sure if you were going to be going that night. You could say that you weren’t feeling good. Or maybe you could say you wanted to keep an eye on Sparky, who was doing really well on her antibiotics and judging from the amount of happy fires she was setting, was feeling considerably better. Or hell, maybe you’d luck out and Kurt would get stuck in the wall again?

According to Steve, it wasn’t even that big of a thing.

A fundraiser for a local charity that helped people get back on their feet post-Blip. It was literally being held at the local community center and Steve was the guest speaker. You didn’t have to get dressed up.

Hell, Steve even said you could bring Marie if you wanted. It was potluck. Marie had been cooking since yesterday downright gleefully. There was a silent auction and even some sort of a talent show planned for the night.

Yelena had refused to go. Declaring she’d babysit. She needed assistance and little fingers. Mutterings had come from her about a concern about facial recognition software. So, Yelena was a hard no.

With every step you took up the stairs on Steve’s side of his brownstone, you further convinced yourself that you couldn’t go.

You simply could not do it.

Maybe another time.

You and Steve had all the time in the world. What was the rush? You two didn’t have to share everything, you had yourself convinced.

Ok, so maybe, you’d been reading comment sections on the internet? That wasn’t a crime. Heck, you were in the pictures that had been heavily scrutinized online from the day you both took Sparky to see Bruce. In all of the comment sections were people discussing you and what you looked like, who you were, what you were doing with Steve and why he was dating you. They were far from nice comments. A lot of them weren’t even mean.

The comments were cruel, malicious, vulgar. The comments cut you deeper with every one you read and you really needed to stop reading them. Each comment dinged you. Every single one you read made you shake, feel sick, they made you feel hot and cold and jittery.

You couldn’t go to this thing tonight.

You couldn’t have people looking at you, judging you, trying to figure out what the hell Steve was doing with you when he could clearly do much better.

Your mind was set.

You were staying home.

You weren’t going and as you climbed the steps and set off down the hallway, you were running through your reasons, you were preparing yourself, you were ready to give Steve your well thought out reason. You had a whole plan worked out as you found yourself calling out for Steve, who you knew was still home.

Peering into his office…he wasn’t in there.

Steve wasn’t in the den either.

Maybe he was in his bedroom?

Steve’s voice answered you from down the hall. Confirming that for you. He was in his bedroom. Perfect.

Setting your shoulders, you went onwards down the hallway towards the light filled master. You could do this. You could say this. You had a plan. Compared to the judgement that awaited you when people saw you with Steve, as a couple, later that day, this was preferable. You couldn’t deal with that much negativity and cruelness in your life. Your life was complicated enough as was, without the opinions of every person obsessed with Steve’s love life on the internet, bouncing around your head.

Where the hell had he gotten to?

Steve’s bedroom was empty.

Light poured in his windows through gauzy. His bed was made. He’d made it. You could tell because the sheets were tucked in perfectly, the pillows arranged just so, the quilt folded up with nothing short of precision on the end of the bed.

Sounds came from the adjoining bathroom, making you stroll in and over the nice cushy throw rug, making you flex your toes in the soft tufts of it. You’d picked it out along with the teak furniture set. Up on the closet molding hung an ironed white polo shirt. Which you had not done. You yourself were not much of an ironer. In fact, you couldn’t nail down the last time you saw your iron.

However, the sight of Steve made you forget all thoughts of where the hell your iron had gotten to, because the sight of Steve made you scream.

A scream of shock and horror and disbelief.

Steve had shaved his beard.

Your Daddy was beardless.

Where had his beard gone? Why was his beard gone? What had happened to his glorious beard?

A shrill noise sprang forth from you and up your hand raised, downright accusingly at his face.

Steve even had the audacity to give you a chagrined look as he walked from the bathroom, running a hand over his smooth face. He then had the further audacity to tell you, in that boyishly charming sort of way. “I was trimming my beard and went a little too high on one side. It wasn’t even. So I had to shave it. It’ll grow back.”

And that, you pinpointed, was the exact very second when you lost your damn mind.

All those comments that you’d been reading, that you’d been thinking about and thinking about and thinking about all week, well, they sorta just crept up on you, jumped you from behind like kids in a playground fight over recess.

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[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 8

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo… a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - reader confronts her abusive ex boyfriend.

Author’s note: ANGST! Mention of an abusive relationship although I've tried to gloss over it as much as I can. Sorry this chapter was a long time coming. I'm so happy that people are enjoying Sugar and Spice.

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"I think," Maxwell swallowed. "No. I know. I know that I've fallen deeply in love with you."

You swore your heart stopped at his revelation. Hand still cupping his cheek, you looked deep into his glazed, honey brown eyes and saw nothing but the truth. The man who had rounded his career on lies and greed loved you. You felt your throat dry up, searching for words but not knowing what to say. Maxwell looked at you too, his soft eyes beginning to cross in bewilderment when you didn't say a word. He wished so desperately that you'd say something, anything. The last person Maxwell Lord said 'I love you' to, was his father. You couldn't leave him hanging.

You wanted to say it back, you wanted to so desperately tell him the truth— that you loved him too, because, you did. You hadn't confronted your feelings, you hadn't realized it fully until faced with your current situation. But now everything made sense. The jealousy, the lust, the need for affection and the want to be cared for.

Fate brought you both together. Running from an abusive relationship, getting almost kicked out of your apartment, and finding yourself in the expansive office of Maxwell Lord the IV. You thought you were going for an assistant position but instead you found yourself as his sugar baby and now… now this only complicated everything.

"Max," you whispered and he closed his eyes slowly, one final year falling down his cheek. Your gaze flicked between him and the almost finished bottle of whiskey on his desk. He'd been drinking at the gala and he'd been drinking when he got home therefore it was for certain that Maxwell was not in the right state of mind at all. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"You don't love me," Maxwell tried to ask but it came out as an embarrassing croak. "Of course you don't." He regretted the words immediately after they fell from his lips. He was so sure that he had ruined everything and things would never be the same again.

What was wrong with you? No matter how much you wanted to tell him you just couldn't. "Max," he admired the way his name fell from your soft lips. You continued to smooth his hair out of his face and he hummed in contentment, his eyes still closed. "You're so sleepy. Please, let me take you to bed." you whispered and Max barely moved. You called his name one more time and he opened his eyes the slightest. You pulled him up and wrapped an arm around his body. Despite him being much bigger than you, you somehow managed to navigate the drunk and hurting man the corridor and into his master bedroom. He slumped onto his king sized bed and you gently tucked him under the blankets. He mumbled something incoherent, reaching out and making grabby fists. He wanted you.

"Lay with me," he mumbled, trying to pull you down on top of him. You wanted to but you weren't even sure if you could stay at the penthouse after his revelation. You hadn't even shared a bed with Maxwell, and now suddenly he was requesting that you lay with him?

"I have to go." you whispered, running your fingers through his hair and pushing his bangs out of his face.

"No." he mumbled, but he was already half sleep. You planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before stepping back.

You had genuine trouble trying to process what just happened and why it happened. Maxwell trusted you. He shared with you a family secret that nobody else knew, and all because he was in love with you. You were perplexed.

Before you could leave his bedroom, you were greeted with your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your ballgown was ruined and your makeup was tear stained. You padded into Maxwell's closet and took out one of his shirts and tailored suit pants. That man desperately needed to get a pair of normal casual clothes and fast. You tried them on, not minding the way they fit your body. You could've gone all out, finding a belt or a pair of suspenders to clip onto the light grey pants, but you decided against it. You pushed your hair out of your face and padded into the en-suite to wash your face. You didn't look much better, and you figured you probably just need a good night sleep. At least this way, no one would recognise you. You were almost certain the press would still be walking the streets looking for you and Maxwell. You actually kinda liked wearing Max's clothes, although there was no doubt in your mind that they looked better on him than you.

The streets were freezing and filled with thick snow. You regretted not taking one of Maxwell's suit jackets or warm winter coats but nevertheless you shivered all the way home. Your feet were like bricks of ice by the time you got back to your apartment. As you walked up the flights of stairs, digging into your purse for your keys, you were greeted with an unwelcome visitor. Tristan.

"Maxwell Lord," he deadpanned, standing in front of your door. You paused, looking at him hesitantly. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" Tristan snarled.

"What do you mean?" you asked innocently.

"You were on national television!" Tristan accused. "You and him, and a bunch of other snobby business pricks. Bruce fucking Wayne too… and the president!"

You rolled your eyes. "Tristan, it's late. Please move so I can enter my apartment and go to bed." You reached out to press your key into the lock when Tristan's large hand grabbed your wrist, his fingernails digging into your skin. You winced, trying to flinch back but he wouldn't let go, and suddenly the memories came flooding back. "Tristan," you gritted out. "Fucking let me go."

"I sold your apartment." Tristan spat.

"What?" you gasped, tears filling your eyes. "But I paid rent!"

"You're fucking around with Maxwell Lord, aren't you?" He growled.

"Who I fuck around with is none of your business! Now. Let. Me. Go." you tried pulling yourself away from Tristan but his grip around you only tightened. You squealed when he slammed you into the door. "You're going to wake the neighbours." You hissed trying desperately to keep your cool. You didn't want to seem weak. You weren't weak. You had this under control.

"Let's go somewhere more private then." Tristan smirked, dragging you unwillingly to his own apartment and locking the door behind him. "Now you tell me right now what the fuck is going on between you two."

"Or what?" You snapped back. "What the hell are you gonna do?"

"Is he your boyfriend?" Tristan quizzed.

"He's a friend." you glared at him, backing away everytime he took a step bearing you.

"A friend," Tristan repeated with a scoff of disbelief. "Just like you said on television."

You wondered how much of the gala and the interview outside had been televised but now wasn't the time to ask questions. You knew Maxwell had the power to rid you of Tristan. If he knew about the awful things Tristan had done to you and the way he had hurt you… well, Tristan may as well have had a death wish.

"Jesus Christ Tristan can you just let me go home?" you sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"I knew you were struggling with rent. I knew you had been laid off from work and it's Christmas coming up… if you had just told me you were struggling I would've made a negotiation." Tristan shook his head shamefully. "But no."

"Negotiate?" you questioned in disbelief. "You're a fucking manipulator!"

"And you're a fucking whore!" Tristan screamed, towering over you, his cheeks turning bright red with rage. "You know, I really didn't think you had it in you. Fucking around with some big CEO who thinks he's a hotshot."

"And what are you supposed to be?" you exhaled shakily, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. His words stung. "Maxwell… he cares about me. You never gave a shit about me."

"You think he cares about you? You seriously think Maxwell Lord cares about anyone other than himself?" Tristan barked. "He has you wrapped around your finger. I thought you were smarter than this."

"You don't know him the way I do." you smiled bravely. Fuck, you really did love him. And you needed him now more than ever. You knew that he was just a phone call away and if you told him you were in danger he would come running to rescue you with his whole team of security. If only you had just stayed with him. If only you had just decided to lay next to him, curled up in his arms in his warm bed.

"So you are fucking him?" Tristan scrunched his nose up and looked at you with disgust. He double checked the door was locked and put his key in his pocket before walking over to his bedroom. "You can sleep on the floor like the whore you are." Tristan laughed before going into his bedroom and shutting the door.

Once he was gone, you were left standing in the middle of your ex boyfriend's apartment feeling small and helpless. You didn't know what to do or where to go. You didn't even have Maxwell's number memorised so you couldn't call him. You let the tears free fall as you glanced between the locked door and the windows that you knew you couldn't squeeze out of even if you tried. You were trapped in a place that has brought back so much fear, and you didn't know what to do. You didn't know what tomorrow would hold.

You could barely sleep, the December cold hanging over your body like an icicle. You would give anything to be in the warmth of Maxwell's penthouse. God, you'd give anything just to be with Maxwell. You needed him.

The next morning, Maxwell woke up groggy, and his butler, Kenneth, was already waiting by his bed holding a platter of French toast, cup of black coffee and a glass of water. "Good morning sir," he greeted. "Your hangover breakfast, as requested."

Maxwell rubbed his eyes and shuffled upwards in bed as Kenneth placed the silver tray on his lap. It smelled delicious but he couldn't help but wish you were there to share it with him. He imagined you laying next to him in bed, giving him sleepy kisses while Kenneth presented you with your favourite breakfast meal; waffles and berries. The perfect life.

That's when Maxwell remembered. He practically three the breakfast on the floor and dived out of bed, still in his clothes from the night before. He caught a glimpse of your gala gown in the entryway of his closet and his heart sank in his chest. The memories came flooding back. He told you he loved you, but he didn't remember you saying it back.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Maxwell asked hurriedly, trying to weigh up what time you must have left. He quickly tore open his shirt and grabbed a clean one out of the closet.

Kenneth stood there awkwardly watching his boss work up a frenzy. "Uh no sir," he replied. "So I gather you won't be eating breakfast?" Kenneth's gaze flicked from Maxwell to the mess of French toast and spilled coffee that was sure to stain the cream coloured carpet.

"Shit no, sorry Kenneth. Could you call Jeeves and have him drive me to her apartment? I have to see her." Maxwell asked as he buttoned up the top of his dress shirt.

"Right away sir, but there's something I think you must see first." Kenneth swapped out the usual business newspaper that Maxwell would read for a glossy red-top tabloid magazine.

"You know I don't read that bullshit." Maxwell sighed, quickly combing his hair and trying his best to style it into place given the stressful circumstances. He wasn't going to forget to spritz his cologne either.

"Sir…." Kenneth drew out again, flashing the cover in Maxwell's direction. Maxwell caught a glimpse of it and his heart stopped. Front page was an image of you trending through the thick snow in the dead of night wearing Maxwell's clothes. The headline was explicitly disgusting, shaming you in every way possible. Maxwell's lips parted as he drunk in your appearance and he was horrified as he read the mean words the journalists had wrote about you.

"She cannot see this. I want you to buy every copy of this god forsaken tabloid and have them all destroyed. You understand?" Maxwell ordered, slamming his black business credit card into the chest of Kenneth. "Get the rest of the house staff to help you and do it fast."

"No worries sir," Kenneth smiled. "Jeeves is waiting for you outside."

Maxwell nodded appreciatevely as he tied his shoelaces. "Thanks."

"Sir?" Kenneth asked timidly.

"Yeah?" Maxwell asked, semi breathless.

"When you're with her, I see your face light up. I see the same happiness in you that I once saw in your father." Kenneth admitted and Maxwell's heart blossomed at the comparison. "When you get her, please don't ever let her go."

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[sayuricorner]

Miraculous Ladybug salt x Jojo’s bizarre adventure: “Biodad!Jonathan Joestar” AU

Headcanons part 1

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

Warning 2: This AU content salt don’t like don’t read!

Warning 3: For the Jojo character’s palettes colors I use the anime palette colors as reference.

If you want to use this AU you can! just credite and tag me in return please! :)

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So, in many ML biodad AUs Marinette’s bio dad is most of the time someone like Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark, but how about:

                                 Biodad! Jonathan Joestar AU

I mean when you think about it both Marinette and Jonathan are alike in looks and personnality!

Appearance:

-Both got blue hair

-Both got light blue eyes

Personnality:

-Both are kind souls

-Both are selfless and think about others before themself most of the time

-Both got a strong sense of justice

-Both are very smart

-Both are combative when needed

-Both don’t hesitate to put themself in danger to protect others

-Both can over-react when they’re carried away by their emotions

And just imagine the story possibilities with this AU!

“But Sayuri! Jonathan Joestar is from the Victorian aera and Marinette is born in the french modern aera how Jonathan would be Marinette’s bio dad in this AU?”

Well the same way which make Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel Jonathan’s kids:

Yep! In this AU Marinette is another child born from Dio’s one night stands!

Now I know that make Marinette Dio’s daughter too and I know Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel are mostly know as Dio’s children but to be honest I consider them more as Jonathan’s kids than as Dio’s because honnestly outside of the head the rest of the body is Jonathan’s.

How Marinette’s conception happen then? Well here’s how:

Years before Marinette’s birth, a young adult Sabine Cheng was on a trip in Egypt, she meet Dio in a bar one night, he seduced her and they got a one night stand, with Dio having the intention to suck Sabine’s blood after, but at one Dio got a brutal crisis.

Normally anyone would get afraid and run away but instead Sabine, being the kind person she was, had done all she can to calm down Dio with all the tenderness she can give. And without being aware of it this actually saved her life.

After helping Dio to calm down both fall asleep, Dio woke up later in night while Sabine was still asleep.

Remembering the warm and familiar kind feeling he experienced during his “episode”, a feeling he didn’t feel for a very long time, he decided to spare Sabine under the pretext he wasn’t in the mood to suck her blood anymore before living to go back to his mansion.

In the morning Sabine wake up only to notice Dio left and never see him again after that night, she go on with her trip and when she go back to France she found out she was pregnant.

She decided to keep the baby, times later she meet and fall in love with Tom Dupain, both end up marrying to each other and Tom adopt Marinette and became legally her father.

The Dupain-Cheng couple also decided to give her a middle name “Joanne” in memory of one of Tom’s aunts with who he was close, making her full name “Marinette Joanne Dupain-Cheng”

Does that mean Marinette in this AU had the Joestar birthmark? Yep, she does! And she also got the Joestar genes when it’s come to body shape: as a kid she look like a shrimp but when she will be older she will get rather tall and will got more muscules to her peers’s surprise.

Did she had a stand in this AU? Yes!

Her stand is called [Viva la vida], a reference to the Coldplay’s song, this stand had the power to create miracles like making plants grow, healing illness and bad injures or being a big source of luck she also had a big affinity with plants and animals. But her powers had limits for example while her miracles allow her to bring back someone to life it’s only possible if the dead person isn’t dead for a too long time and make a powerfull miracle drain Marinette energy and she end up knocked out for a time.

When Marinette is Ladybug, [Viva la vida]’s miracles powers are stronger.

[Viva la vida] isn’t a stand know for her strengh but she’s very fast which allow her to make a lot of punches and kicks at the same time.

Stand’s appearance: [Viva la vida] is an humanoid stand with beetle features, her color schemes are black white and pink, she had beetle wings, big rond blue non-reflective eyes and her head is rond with two anthenas and is a head smaller than Marinette.

But if [Viva la vida] is a cute stand when Marinette is a civil, when the young girl took her Ladybug form, her stand took a more imposing and majesting appearance, she became taller, more muscular, her eyes smaller and almond shaped, her whole body get more armors features and her colors scheme change to black and red with black dots and she emit a rather intimidating aura.

Stand’s behavior: [Viva la vida] is a very expressive stand and very sentient and is a friendly and playfull stand. She’s very curious by nature and had the habit to examin in curiosity when Marinette meet new people or stands. Her being very sentient allow her to sometimes act as a conscience to Marinette.

She also love to eat cookies baked by Marinette.

When Marinette is Ladybug, [Viva la vida] is more serious and a more combative behavior.

Stand’s cry: “Mira!” a reference to “miraculous” and to the word miracle.

AU additional details:

-Class salt

-Bustier salt/bad teacher Bustier

-Adrien salt or Adrien sugar(it’s up to whoever use this AU)

-Lila salt

-Chloe redemption

-Class redemption, a part having a redemption or none of them having a redemption(you choose)

-Permanent miraculous user Luka

-Permanent miraculous user Kagami

-Stand user Luka

-Not everyone die AU/temporary death AU: if some Jojo characters like the Pillarmen, Caesar, Kakoyin, Avdol and Iggy are alive but others like Buccellatti, Abbacchio, Narancia and La Squadra are still dead but will not stay dead(You’ll see).

-Good father Jotaro

-Marinette's closed friends/loved ones calling her "Jojo" in reference to her middle name "Joanne"

-Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel adopted by the Dupain-Cheng

-Protective siblings Donatello, Giorno, Rikiel and Ungalo

-Marinette being the baby sister of all Jonathan’s and Dio’s kids

-[Viva la vida] being a cute stand

-Marinette, Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel not acknowledging Dio as their dad

-Protective Joestar family

-Jonadad

-Good parents Sabine and Tom Dupain-Cheng

-Permanent miraculous users Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel

-Badass Marinette

-Scientist Gina Dupain at Speedwagon Foundation

-Diavolo and Doppio getting differents boddies

-Akumatised Marinette with her stand being corrupted and turned into a sentimonster.(You’ll see! ;) )

-Temporary Ladybug!Giorno (You’ll see! ;) )

-Diavolo still stuck in the death loop(’cause it’s only canon if Diavolo die!)

-The Pillarmen knowing about the miraculous

-Shipping:You decide the ship you want just not Adrinette please

Arcs for this AU:

The bizarre origins arc:

This arc is about the origins of Marinette’s birth, her growing up and getting a stand, becoming Ladybug and learning to accomplish her duties as Ladybug while learning to control and use her stand and meeting others stand users.(ex: Luka)

The bizarre USA adventures arc:

Take place times after Lila’s return, the liar keep her word and little by little Marinette’s friends turned their back on her and the fights against the akumas are always very hard to not say harder especially ever since she became the guardian.

Seeing their daughter’s moral so down Sabine and Tom decide to send Marinette to Gina to the USA for summer break. After making sure to had Kaalki with her to teleport back to Paris when an akuma attack, Marinette go on a trip to the USA with her grandmother.

But what should have been a normal vacation trip will take a bizarre turn when Marinette will learn about Gina’s job at the mysterious Speedwagon Foundation which will lead to a meeting with four ancients Aztec gods of fitness, getting informations about stands and her mysterious lineage and a meeting with three american unknow brothers.

(In this AU the Pillarmen aren’t dead after Battle Tendency but they’re detained by the Speedwagon Foundation)

The bizarre mass resurection mystery arc:

A lot of things happened in Marinette’s life, things she didn’t expected whatever in good or bad.

Finding out about her grandmother’s job at the Speedwagon Foundation, learning more about her stand, finding about the existence of three brothers and having said newfound brothers being adopted by her parents, her friends isolating her thank to Lila and learning she by Bustier she and Chloe were banned from the class field trip...

So she decided with to create with other classmates from the school a trip club and after some successful fundraisers the club get a trip to Italy.

And since Hawkmoth seemed to not have attacked for a time there isn’t any problems to go on that trip.

In Italy, on Giorno’s side the part 5 events happen just like in canon while on Marinette’s side she and the trip club get a good time in Italy until a particuliary violent stand user akuma attack the country. He was akumatised by Hawkmoth ‘cause Gabriel Agreste was on a business trip in Italy and thought creating a akuma in the country would attract Ladybug and Chat Noir and give him an advantage since the akuma attack in a unfamiliar place.

The fight was very hard but in the end Marinette and her allies were able to beat the akuma and with her miraculous powers combined with her stand powers she revert any damage... it’s even worked for damage/injuries/death by stands leaving Marinette knocked out for a time since she use a lot of energy while using her stand’s miracle powers.

On Giorno’s side after he beat Diavolo and became the boss it was noticed that Buccelatti, Narancia, Abbacchio, the whole La Squadra were bring back to life.

Even Doppio was back but in a boddy of his own.

Everyone thought at first this was the work of [Gold experience requiem] but it was reveiled later this was the work of another stand which will put Giorno, his gang and even Jotaro with the SWF on a big infestigation which will lead them to the stand user resposible for this mystery and unknowly to them and to Marinette to one big bizarre family reunion.

The bizarre family arc:

With everything which happened in Italy, Marinette not only had to deal with Lila, Hawkmoth, the akumas and her guardian duties but also with the discovery of an extended families and horrible and disturbing informations about “one of her bio fathers”.

And one day Lila took things too far leading Marinette to unleash all her frustration, stress and anger making her akumatised and it will be up to Giorno as a temporary Ladybug holder, her true friends and her family to saved her from herself and from Hawkmoth’s influence.

But the task will be hard with not only Marinette being akumatised but also with her stand [Viva la vida] having being unconsciously corrupted by Mayura while trying to corrupt Marinette turning her into a sentimonster.

The bizarre final showdown arc:

A alliance between Hawkmoth and a mysterious priest will lead the miraculous villain to his ultimate plan by helping the priest to resurect a powerful man, a man infamous for being a curse to the Joestar family and to the world, with the promise to achieve Heaven and to gain a power which will allow Hawkmoth to do all he want.

It will be up to Marinette, her friends, allies and her new found family to put an end to Hawkmoth once for all and to beat this priest before the worst happen with the resurection of the infamous Dio.

But bizarre chains of events will lead to another resurection, the resurection of a man very well know by the Joestar family and who’s tightly connected to Marinette, Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel.

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[ofbardsandmonsters]

Thank you @riotfalling​ for requesting I tackle this prompt and making it Winteriron!! You can also find it here on AO3!

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Tony Stark has never been one to back down when there’s something he wants. Toys, sweets, attention, grades, cars, employees.

Lovers.

And the former Hydra assassin whose lips he now knows the taste of thanks to a split second decision fueled by a lack of sleep and coffee jitters three nights ago is no exception.

They’d been growing closer for months. Now, Bucky is more likely to be found lounging on the workshop couch with a book in his hand than spending any time with Steve. And Tony had been so sure that the big brunette had been giving him the same looks Tony had been throwing his way for the last several weeks. In fact, despite what some might consider evidence to the contrary, he’s still confident that he wasn’t wrong.

But that doesn’t leave him any less confused as to why Bucky’s been completely avoiding him since their kiss. A kiss that the other man had seemed just as enthusiastic about in the moment. He had looked just as affected before he gently encouraged Tony to finally get some much needed sleep. And Tony knows he hadn’t been imagining the little smile on the other man’s face as he walked away.

Which is why the fact that there’s been no trace of Bucky anywhere for three whole days makes no sense.

FRIDAY has been no help. His youngest child clearly has an even bigger soft spot for their favorite super soldier than her father does because she’s flat out refused to help him get the drop on Bucky. Tony’s not even sure that she isn’t helping Bucky by alerting him any time Tony’s headed his way.

A few years ago, Tony probably would have given up after day one and gone to hide in the shop to nurse his wounded pride. But he likes to think he’s grown past most of those insecurities. And he wants this. He knows they could be so good together. So he enlists the help of the one person that he knows is more invested in Bucky’s happiness and well being than anyone else.

He goes to Steve.

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By the time Tony’s done giving Steve the rundown, the blonde is groaning dramatically, one big hand thrown over his eyes.

“Damnit, Buck.”

Tony chuckles, bare heels drumming against the lower cabinets of the counter he’s perched on in Steve’s kitchen. Sometimes, Steve reminds him so much of Rhodey it’s a little spooky. He knows he’s seen the same look of exasperation on his own best friend’s face numerous times throughout their long standing friendship.

“Tony, I promise, you were not reading anything wrong. Bucky never shuts up about you. It’s kinda gross, actually.”

That makes Tony laugh harder, and he gratefully accepts the mug of coffee Steve presses into his hands. It’s made up exactly how he likes, enough cream to turn it a soft caramel color and exactly zero sugar, because Rhodey may be his best friend but Steve is a very close second and he knows Tony almost as well.

“I may have acted in a sleep deprived state, but even my less than functional brain wouldn’t have gone for it if I wasn’t absolutely sure it would be welcomed. I thought we would talk about it in the morning, but I can’t pin him down. So I’m… kind of at a loss.”

Steve drums his fingers on the counter next to Tony’s leg, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I can help you corner him, but it’s not gonna be easy to convince him. Buck’s still… vulnerable, in places. There’s still so many things he thinks he’s not worthy of, that he doesn’t deserve, because of what Hydra made him do.”

That’s a mindset that Tony’s all too familiar with. It took a long time and a lot of reassurance from the people closest to him before he stopped holding himself to the sins of his past. He knows Bucky’s come a long way from when Steve first brought him home, but demons that size don’t let go easily.

“Steve, you get me in a room with him and keep him from running away, and I’ll do all the rest. And FRI, baby girl, daddy loves you but if you so much as hint to Bucky that Steve’s conspiring against him, I will recode you to run nothing but refrigerators. Are we clear?”

There’s no response for a moment, but Tony’s content to wait the AI out. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long.

“Yes, boss.”

Tony snorts, recognizing the petulant tone that he definitely did not program into her. Turning back to Steve, his face settles into a more serious expression.

“Bucky’s… special. He’s important to me. I’m not gonna give up easy.”

Steve smiles at his admission, and he wraps Tony in a hug.

“I know, Shellhead. There’s nobody I trust with him more than you.”

~~

Three hours later, Tony’s sitting amongst the plants in Bruce’s rooftop garden. It’s not really a strange place for him to be, honestly. The garden is calming, and he’s joined Bruce for sunrise yoga (on the mornings Tony hasn’t actually been to sleep yet by the time the sun is coming up) up here a number of times. Steve is standing at the railing overlooking the city when the elevator tings. Tony tenses, nerves and anticipation making his palms sweat, but he doesn’t move. It takes effort, but even when Bucky appears, he manages to push down the instant reaction to stand up and demand answers.

“Hey Stevie, what did you—”

“Sit down, Buck.”

The brunette looks confused, and a little worried, but he does as he’s told and takes a seat in one of the loungers scattered around the space.

“What’s this about, Steve? Is… everything ok?”

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning frustrated blue eyes on his best friend.

“It’s about Tony, Buck. What the hell are you doing?”

Bucky shrinks back, shoulders rounding as he drops his gaze to his feet.

“Look, Steve—”

“Nope. No. Don’t even start trying to give me some bullshit answer. I know you. I know when you’re sweet on someone. I’ve seen that look in your eyes. You want Tony, and by his own admission, he wants you too. He’s a good person, my best friend in the world other than you. And I want my two best friends to be happy. So what gives?”

“I know , Steve. God, you think I don’t realize exactly how perfect Tony is?” Bucky sighs, rubbing both hands over his face aggressively before looking up at Steve. “That’s exactly why I can’t.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Bucky’s head snaps up, turning to look at where Tony had finally stepped out of hiding. The angry, heartbroken look on the other man’s face makes Bucky flinch.

“Tony…”

The smaller man comes closer, stopping just out of reach and tilting his chin up to look Bucky in the eyes. Neither man notices Steve quietly slipping away.

“It’s bullshit. We’re both so far from perfect, but don’t you think the world’s put us through enough? Don’t you think we deserve to be happy?”

Bucky takes an unconscious step forward, one hand reaching out towards Tony. Even as he tries to hold himself back, he can’t fight the desire to comfort and soothe the other man.

“Tony, of course you deserve to be happy. I just… I'm—I’m sorry. I’m not who you need.”

“But you’re who I want. Isn’t that enough?”

He doesn’t know if it’s Tony’s words or the way his pretty brown eyes turn liquid with the gathering tears, but something in Bucky breaks and there’s no stopping him from closing the distance between them and wrapping the other brunette up in his arms. Tony’s hands come up to fist in the back of his shirt, holding on tight. His next words are muffled by the fabric, but Bucky’s enhanced hearing makes them easy to pick up.

“Don’t you want me too?”

Bucky’s hands move to cup Tony’s cheeks, tilting his face up so their eyes meet. His thumbs brush under Tony’s eyes to catch the tears that have slipped out.

“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more.”

Tony’s face breaks out into a delighted smile, and he stretches up to press their lips together in a soft kiss. When he tries to pull away, Bucky chases after him, deepening the kiss.

Tony’s already got him beat two to nothing. He’s got a lot of making up to do to even the score.

#winteriron #fluff #thank you riot and stella for being my constant cheer squad #you guys are amazing

[luckywatersao3]

Ahhhh I can’t believe I haven’t asked you this but!!! Do you have any fic recommendations (I’ll read any ship honestly and either marvel or hp)? I feel like you most definitely have top tier taste 😋💘✨

“top tier taste” heck yeah 💅

Sorry this took a week to respond to! I kept getting distracted when I was looking through my bookmarks being like "oh wow I forgot about this story" or "why haven't I bookmarked this story?"

Small disclaimer: I only really started using bookmarks in the last year, so a lot of fics that I read before than have fallen through the cracks here, especially in the HP fandom. But here are some that I really like!

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

The Man Who Lived (253826 words) by sebastianL Chapters: 42/42 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Original Characters - Freeform, Sexual Content, Violence, Slow Burn, First Person, Character Study, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers Summary:Draco breaks a cup, and one thing leads to another. A story of redemption, tattoos, dreams, mistakes, green eyes, long conversations, and copious amounts of coffee.Set in New York twelve years after the war.

The Bucket List (32393 words) by GallaPlacidia Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Teddy Lupin Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, contrived love curses, terminal illness but in kind of a light hearted way?, Draco Malfoy living his best life, Bucket List, Secret Identities, Sickfic Summary:Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all!Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can't help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days.Inspired by a lovely piece by khasael called Somebody To Love. Also indebted to You've Got The Antidote For Me by Kandakicksass and IDK My BFF Hermione? by lettered

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight (35723 words) by Omi_Ohmy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Gregory Goyle Additional Tags: Board Games, Owls, Potions, Sharing a Bed, Grimmauld Place, HP: EWE, Pining Summary:When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Between the Lines (22816 words) by Dementordelta Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape Summary:Harry discovers a secret in his Potions text and a friend in the Half-Blood Prince.

Final Examination (22807 words) by asecretchord Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Minerva McGonagall Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Snarry-A-Thon Challenge Summary:"Is this some sort of test?""Everything that doesn't kill you is.""Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed."― Michelle Sagara West

Marvel

Peter Parker/Tony Stark

Stipulations (70043 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Michelle Jones, Pepper Potts, Aunt May, Ned Leeds, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Nakia (Black Panther), Happy Hogan Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Age Difference, Peter is 18, POV Alternating, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Imbalance, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, author has already arranged a ride to church trust me Summary:Peter Parker’s longterm dream recently went from ‘get into MIT’ to ‘afford going to MIT’. As the time approaches, it’s dawning on him that he won’t be able to pay his tuition and afford the move to Cambridge all at once: he’s out of money, his secrets are beginning to pile up, and desperation has started creeping in...And then one night, he saves Tony Stark’s life.

Wouldn't Be The Worst Thing (7729 words) by deltorafray Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Time, Underage Drinking, (in the US), 20-year-old Peter Parker, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light-Hearted, drama-free, Daddy Kink, Panty Kink, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Riding, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, Sugar Baby Peter Parker, Graphic Sex Summary:In which Peter somehow finds himself having a sugar daddy in Tony Stark without either of them meaning to, but neither really do anything to stop it. It’s not like anyone else bats an eye either, so it just … happens.

Refraction (16300 words) by chelicerata Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, But also, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark is not Iron Man, (...Yet), Dimension Travel, Multiverse fuckery Summary:In which Tony Stark gets kidnapped (again), meets a real life superhero, and has a long-delayed midlife crisis.

Gift of Choice (11744 words) by tuesday Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: College Student Peter Parker, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, College, Explicit Sexual Content, Stealth Crossover, Multiple Orgasms, POV Peter Parker, Lingerie, Sex Toys, Age Difference, Canon-Typical Violence, Sounding, Romance, Flirting, Adult Peter Parker Series: Part 15 of Author's Favorites Summary:Tony Stark had a thing about giving Peter stuff.

Raising Hybrid Puppies (158269 words) by JayPendragon Chapters: 33/33 Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: May Parker (Spider-Man), Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner, Ned Leeds, Michelle (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Adrian Toomes, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Slow Build, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Age Difference, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Tony Stark vs. The Media, jarvis disapproves, Consensual Underage Sex, Last Week Tonight as plot point, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Humor, Angst Series: Part 1 of Hybrid Puppy Verse Summary:When Tony saunters into the coffee shop, he never expected to meet Peter Parker, the incredibly hot barista with a brilliant mind and a passion for engineering only rivaled by Tony’s own. Tony always gets what he wants – which is pushing Peter up against the counter and making sure he forgets his own name.But he can’t.Because Peter’s sixteen.~*~A non-powered Tony/Peter coffee shop AU with billionaire Tony and working-class, teenage Peter. Also, Toomes has a bakery and somehow Last Week Tonight is a genuine plot point.Translations: Korean | Russian | ItalianFANART by plavkivie | COLLAGE by 1r0n5p1d3r

Revelations (126830 words) by Anonymous Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Happy Hogan, May Parker (Spider-Man), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Peter is 18, Found Family, Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, author has already arranged a ride to church trust me Summary:“I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?”An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.

Left Hand Free (7836 words) by tuesday Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Multiple Orgasms, POV Peter Parker, College Student Peter Parker, Flirting, Romance, Banter, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Civil War Team Iron Man, Adult Peter Parker Summary:Peter and Tony's first meeting is both the same and very, very different. In which Civil War happens when Peter is a college sophomore, and Peter catches Tony on the rebound.—"Are you—are you hitting on me right now?"Tony looked up. "Do you want me to be? Because normally I'd start with how impressive this is—" He gestured with his free hand at where he was stuck to the door. "—but I'm afraid you might take it as encouragement to leave me here."

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers Versus the Classics (34078 words) by thecommodore_squid Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye), Rebecca Barnes, Winifred Barnes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Bucky, Bucky is a History Professor, Steve is still Captain America, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Literature, cinema, Steve's Therapists are a Bunch of Dead Authors, Steve is so Uncultured, Steve Has Issues, Bucky has issues, Healing Through Books and Movies, Amputee Bucky Barnes, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Discussion of Past/Minor Character Death, Discussion of Suicidal Idealation, Drunk Steve is in Love With Thor, Clint Ships It, Violence, Injuries are Definitely Inaccurate, Glorified Movie Marathon and Chill Series: Part 2 of A Historical Relic and a History Professor Walk into a Bar- Summary:Steve narrowed his eyes. “I’m beginning to suspect I’ve been set up.”“I would never,” Natasha said, feigning shock.Steve sighed.“God fucking dammit,” he heard someone say and looked up.AKA An AU in which Steve is still Captain America and Bucky is the unfortunate history professor selected to help him understand those references.

Slide To Answer (6326 words) by relenafanel Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Wrong Number AU, Romantic Comedy, Phone Calls & Telephones, Dating, One Night Stands, Steve accidentally calls Bucky for dating advice, Bucky gives good advice, Meet-Cute, Misunderstandings Series: Part 1 of Slide to Answer Summary:"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

Etc or Multi pairings

Astronomy In Reverse (184785 words) by pansley Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, T'Challa (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Baron Zemo Additional Tags: Gratuitous Superfamily, Becoming a family, Hydra being a dick, Peter is canonly adorkable, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Peter Parker, unfair representation of the foster care system, Fluff, canon amount of angst, amateur (but effective) equine therapy, Civil War Fix-It, bucky is a good dad, Peter is a good kid, Steve is a good boyfriend, Tony is a good friend, and also kind of a sugar daddy, without benefits, Hero Worship, Peter is majorly stanning everybody in this fic and it's cute, world's most adorable basketball Series: Part 1 of Winter!Dad Summary:A year after the Winter Soldier failed his mission in DC, Bucky Barnes is doing his best to stay under the radar from both Hydra and Steve Rogers. His hope for a peaceful day-to-day life in limbo goes awry, however, when he meets Queens’ newest hero; a pure-hearted kid with a death wish and a ridiculous pair of red and blue pajamas.The last thing Steve expects when he finally tracks Bucky down is that, not only has the man been living in Queens all this time, right under his nose, but also that, in the two years since they last saw each other, Bucky somehow acquired a kid.Alternatively: How Peter Parker effectively fucks over Bucky Barnes, and also totally saves him.Dramatic reenactment by fanfictionbookclub on tiktok (WARNING: contains spoilers) LuckyWaters note: This is technically stucky, but it's more of a genfic IMHO

I've Found a New Baby (17756 words) by TellMeNoAgain Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harley Keener/Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Steve Rogers, Harley Keener/Bucky, Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker/Bucky, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Tony Stark/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Characters: Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Noir, Alternate Universe - Mob, Alternate Universe - 1920s, Period Typical Attitudes, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Mob-Type Violence, Dark Tony, dark bucky, Dark Harley, Dubious Consent, Mental Instability, Mild Kidnapping, Polyamory, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers Series: Part 1 of Roaring Hot Summary:This is the first story in the "Tony Stark is an insane 1920's Mob Boss and there's sex everywhere" fic that literally no one asked for but that kept me up nights until I wrote it.I'm sorry.But at least we'll be in that handbasket to hell TOGETHER, friends. LuckyWaters note: This is me recommending the entirety of the Roaring Hot series, I just thought it would be excessive to list all 13 parts lol

#ficrec #marvel #hp #drarry #starker #snarry #stucky #skinnyp0p #q&a

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

sugarbaby! reader and bruce content back again🫶🫶 can we get one where one of the kids walk in on them or anything u hv in mind i just loveeee reading abt them

"Bruce-" You bat at him, aware that just outside, there's a small army of children and staff. Every one of them was aware that he'd just pulled his lover into the study.

"I missed you," he breathed, kissing down the inside of your wrist.

"But-"

"I need you," he pleaded. "Couldn't stop thinking about you."

It's hard to say 'no' to him when he's like this. It's not often that he's so... hungry. He's always passionate. Generous. And kind. But sometimes, there's desperation. Something that tugs at your heartstrings and makes it impossible for you to turn him down. Even if you KNEW it was a bad idea. "Bruce-"

"You taste so good," he breathed. "Honey dust?"

"Especially for you," you hum, "But I figured you'd get a taste later not right-"

"Want you now," he pouted. "Don't think I can wait until after dinner."

"You'll spoil your appetite-"

"Sometimes desserts first are a good idea," he murmured, sliding a hand up your blouse and stroking your breasts. Chuckling when you melt under his hands- the seasoned sugar baby. The accomplished tease. Melting into a needy puddle in the face of his need. It was satisfying, deeply satisfying. And he wasn't ashamed to press his advantage.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #ask answered #sugarbaby!reader #minors dni

[brujayweek]

💥BruJay Week 2021 Prompts are here!💥

The final day was supposed to be just a free day but I messed up so now you have prompts if you need inspiration but also the leg room to do whatever you want. We look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with!!!

We’ve made some minor changes so please make sure to refer to the rules and FAQ’s before participating!

Day 1: Sugar Daddy | Breeding | "Sometimes I wonder if you missed me"

Day 2: Jason is Damian's Parent | Dating/Courting | Soulmates

Day 3: Daddy Kink | Jason doesn't age due to the Lazarus Pit. But Bruce does. | Accidental Baby Acquisition

Day 4: Secret Relationship | Lactation | Time/Dimension Travel

Day 5: Alpha/Beta/Omega (traditional or non) | Overprotective/Controlling | Jealousy

Day 6: Bruce kills the Joker | Jason is a villains sidekick | Double Penetration

Day 7: Jason is the head of the League of Assassins | Bruce pampers Jason | Bruce never adopts Jason

Day 8: Mpreg (planned/unplanned) | Arranged Marriage | Grooming | FREE DAY!

Please remember while creating, you only need to fulfill one of the prompts to participate for the day, and you don’t have to create content for every day. If a prompt doesn’t spark you, just leave it out. Nobody pressures you to stress out over missing ideas - it’s all about having fun!

#brujayweek #brujayweek2021 #prompts #brujay #Jason Todd #bruce wayne #red hood #batman #announcements