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For your celebration about she fell first but he fell harder, with clark kent or logan?
It Got Worse
Clark Kent x Wayne!reader
Bruce Wayne thought that the worst thing to ever happen to him was his darling little sister developing a crush on his best friend, but oh boy, it gets worse.
Warnings: reader is Bruce’s adopted sister, Clark is a SIMP, fluff, pregnancy
WC: 487
Minors DNI
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“Kal, stop staring at her. You look like a fucking creep.” Clark snapped back to reality, shaking himself from his daydreams. Bruce glared at him with a stern expression, his eyes dark with a raging anger reserved only for those who royally pissed him off.
Clark blushed and looked away, although he was conscious not to look even vaguely in your direction anymore. “It’s not being creepy, it’s being in love.” He retorted with a pout. Bruce scoffed.
“Actually the technical term is stalking.”
“She’s my fiancée.”
“She’s my sister.” Clark harrumphed and slumped down in the conference room chair. Obviously Bruce was going to get the kryptonite from his “super secret safe” if Clark even dared think about looking your way again, so the Kryptonian focused his ears and began to listen to your heartbeat instead. “Don’t.” Batman growled.
“I wasn’t even doing anything!” He whined, throwing his arms up into the air like a petulant toddler. 
“You two are already getting a whole day where the two of you can fawn all over each other and I am being forced to be there. So please, spare me the love-sick glances and blatantly inappropriate thoughts you are having about my little sister, until then.” Considering that the end of the conversation, Bruce turned back to his work, assuming that Clark would follow his lead. 
But instead there was a rush of air, causing the documents that had been carefully laid out on the table to scatter everywhere. With a heaving sigh, the older man looked up to see his future brother-in-law cradling you in his arms, lathering your face with sloppy kisses as you screamed with laughter.
Yet Bruce couldn’t help but smile. He remembered only two years ago when you would frequently collapse onto his couch, spouting about how in love with Clark you were and no matter what you did, he never reciprocated. In desperation for saving not only your happiness, but also his own sanity, Bruce had outright told Superman to ask you out. And he had been living to regret it ever since. 
Yes, you were happy and so was his best friend but the honeymoon phase had never ended. That led to an overabundance of pda, way way too many pet names, and a legitimate concern that Clark would drop dead the moment he saw you in your wedding gown.
You were trying to push your fiancé away, but he wouldn’t budge, instead one large hand slipped under your large shirt to cup your soft stomach. You placed your own hand on top of his as your lips met in an achingly soft kiss. Clark’s blue eyes sparkled with tears as you cooed something to him that your brother could not hear.
By the time the hero fell to his knees to kiss where his hand had just occupied, the realisation slapped Bruce in the face. This has just gotten worse.
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makethatelevenrings · 7 months
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Day 11: Lingerie w/ Bruce Wayne
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“You’re trying to kill him,” Diana mused from beside you. A smirk settled across your lipstick stained lips and you tried to cover it up by bringing your champagne flute up.
“I have no idea what you mean,” you hummed. It was Bruce’s idea to hold a charity gala on your wedding anniversary. You were just playing the part of a good, doting wife.
“You’re the only person able to fuck with his head so, frankly, I encourage it. Besides, you look good.”
The Amazonian’s eyes darted over your form appreciatively and you nudged her with your elbow, your grin firmly settling into place.
“Now, Diana, you’re testing him.” You were well aware of the stares you were garnering, especially the heavy gaze of your husband. The diamond on your finger caught the light and gleamed at him from across the room. The diamond he had placed years earlier and, conveniently, forgot the date when planning this gala.
“I could take him in a fight,” she muttered into her wine. Your laughter echoed through the ballroom and even more faces turned to stare at you. You winked at a couple standing nearby and the man flushed a bright red.
Listen, maybe you were playing with fire.
But maybe your husband made you play dress up on the one night a year you made him stay home and dote on you. So sue you. He might be vengeance, but you weren’t a simple flower either. Bruce married you because you were one of the only people that went toe to toe with him without backing down. Some might call him foolish. Tabloids stated that he should have settled down with a quieter woman.
Bruce was delighted by you, sharp tongue and all. In fact, he regularly let you loose on anyone who pissed him off. Lex Luthor was your usual target but you had yet to see his shiny head.
“Oooo, here he comes,” Diana sang. “I’m going to steal some hors d'oeuvres. Have good sex.”
  You raised your champagne flute in farewell and cheers. “Will do.”
Bruce made his way through the crowd, his blue eyes fixed on you. With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned around and started to walk towards the doors that led to the main part of the manor. You knew that he would follow. His pursuit was nearly silent as he slipped through the crowds easily. He was Bruce Wayne yet, at the same time, the Batman was helping him melt in the shadows and away from the people milling about who wanted to ask him inane questions.
You slipped out of the ballroom and into the hallway that led to the main foyer and then up the stairs to the family portion of the manor. The top of the line security system recognized you instantly and didn’t trip any alarms. You drifted down the hallway towards the main bedroom, noting that the sounds of footsteps had silenced.
A hand enclosed around your elbow and you turned to face Bruce. The light from the chandelier framed you, a halo of light licking at your head and crowning you with gold. It lit up the thin metallic filigree that lined the edges of your dress and dipped against the deep v-cut of the top that went down, down, down, revealing the lacy black bra you wore underneath.
“You will be the death of me one day,” he whispered, reverence in every word. Bruce reached up and touched your neck where the diamond necklace he gave you last anniversary rested.
“I hope not,” you hummed. “I plan on keeping you around for a long, long time.”
You pulled away from him and continued your walk to your bedroom. As you walked, you reached up and clasped the zipper that rested low on your back. Unzipping it, you let your dress pool at your feet, revealing the black teddy you wore underneath.
The lace pulled snugly across your breasts, cupping you in the right places and adding lift, and draped across your stomach before the hem ended just at the lack of fabric covering your pussy, an open cutout just for him.
“Happy anniversary, Mr. Wayne,” you said. “I bought this with your card, by the way.”
His hands reached for the tie wrapped around his throat and you smirked before heading towards the bed. The door slammed behind you, lock clicking into place.
Worked every time.
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bumblebeesfromvenus · 2 months
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Hi! Can you please write part 3 of bale batman x assistant reader as his wife? And how he handles jealousy after their marriage? Thank you 😊
Hello!!
I actually wrote something about this a little while ago, but because I feel like just linking the post is a bit of an asshole move, I'll add some of my thoughts!
I hope that's okay <3
Here's my previous post :)
~Fi 🐝
(My inspiration for Bruce has been dwindling, I desperately need to watch the movies again)
Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡
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He will always, ALWAYS call you his wife. More than your actual name. He has to keep reminding people that you're unavailable and that you're his and his alone. Bruce perks up immediately whenever your name is mentioned. He's policing all of his employees at this point lmao
maybe someone talks about you to a coworker about how innovative you're thinking for the company is, that you're kind and exactly what this industry needs and Bruce just pops up out of nowhere like "who are you talking about? Hm? Oh, my beautiful, amazing, perfect wife? I couldn't agree more."
He gets so stealthy after being in the batman business that he scares them half to death because he's just there all of a sudden. After hearing some of the complaints the employees make (you're not at work as often anymore after Bruce insisted you focus on some hobbies instead) you're seriously contemplating putting a little bell on him just so you don't have to worry about anyone getting a heart attack.
He always has to be touching you in some kind of way. His go to is a hand on the small of your back or on your thigh when you're sitting down, he loves holding your hand, too. His thumb will brush over the cool metal of your wedding band and it puts his mind at ease.
Every single employee knows not to flirt with you, even as a joke. Not after Jake suddenly disappeared after Bruce caught him sweet talking you... (he may have a received a strongly worded letter from his landlord ((Bruce)) and, what do you know, for some reason, any other living opportunity in Gotham is unavailable right now)
He brings you flowers at least once a week (or until the ones he gifted you before can't hold their own anymore and wilt). They're always fragrant and bright in color, whatever is in season right now. And they stand nicely on your desk in a beautiful crystal vase that catches the light perfectly. He catches himself looking at them more than he he would like to admit.
Or, more specifically, he wants to see if he can catch you admiring them. He's gotten a new appreciation for these small things since you came into his life. They way you cup the delicate blossom and inhale its sweet scent is a picture he will dream of forever.
Bruce makes sure that you're only addressed as Mrs. Wayne (unless it's someone close like Luscius or a very nice coworker of yours) making it clear to everyone, again, that you're his. He gifts you a necklace with his name on it, which you wear proudly, and Bruce can't help but grin when he sees his name glint in the sunlight against your skin.
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I'm so sorry for kinda half-assing my Bruce posts lately, but I can barely write anymore 😭
I usually write at night but I'm tired then too so I'm like "Oh, I'll just write during the day." BUT GUESS WHAT I'M ALSO TIRED DURING THE DAY
Fucking iron deficiency istg
I basically sleep all the time and when I do write, it's not a lot bc I'm literally falling sleep halfway through so yeah
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katsumox · 11 months
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DC MEN AND THE FIRST DANCE.
aka my fav dc boys, their first dance songs at y’all’s wedding, and a lil blurb.
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DICK GRAYSON has cried three separate times today, this dance officially making it four. Dean Martin’s “Everybody Loves Somebody” crackles through the speakers, causing your husband to smile again, before tearful kissing your forehead. The two of you sway in silence, letting the music speak for you. “I love you,” Dick breathes, “I love you infinitely.”
JASON TODD has been narrowly avoiding a literal breakdown all night, but this, he decides, is the icing on the cake. As “At Last,” by Etta James begins, Jason tries his damndest to maintain his veneer of suave confidence, finally cracking when you place a kiss to his hand. As a few tears leave his eyes, he kisses you. He tastes of icing, love, and salt. His siblings and father are more of a mess than he is, as they’ve been sobbing and snotting all through the ceremony and reception.
BRUCE WAYNE, as stoic as he is, can’t help but let a few tears escape his eyes as the two of you spin and sway to Nancy Wilson’s “Tonight May Have to Last Me All my Life”. He opens his mouth to speak, but a choked sound leaves his throat as he rubs your wedding ring. His mother’s ring. Years later, he says the day of your union was absolutely perfect, but you know a part of him wishes Thomas and Martha were there to see it.
HAL JORDAN hums as he stares into your eyes, unblinking. “Can’t believe I’m your husband,” he sighs, tracing your jawline. “Can’t believe I’m you’re wife,” you say. Unforgettable, by Nat King Cole rings through the speakers as Hal groans, “And I was doing so well,” he smiles, tears sparkling in his eyes. “‘S alright, love,” you choke, tears welling up in your eyes as well. “Me too.”
BARRY ALLEN had been smiling all night long, but he can’t help the way his smile becomes watery when he hears the honeyed notes of Ella Fitzgerald’s “I’ve Got a Crush on You”. The two of you mouth the lyrics as Barry hums, thinking of the countless nights the two of you spent together, dancing in the moon-bathed kitchen you share. He kisses you, smiling from ear to ear.
CLARK KENT blinks, almost incredulous at the beauty before him. “Kal,” you hum, “you’re staring.” He nods, speechless, not even noticing the tears that begin to leak from his eyes as “Again,” by Doris Day plays. Though there are eyes all over the both of you, you can’t help but feel as if you’re in your own little world. As the song comes to an end, he squeezes your hand, saying all he wishes to say at the moment.
oh i’m finna cry this is so cute….fuck
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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NSFW Masterlist Part 4
DC COMICS
Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Roger That, Over
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Sweet Smoke
Being Friends with Benefits with Bruce, Nightwing, Red Hood and Oliver Queen
MCU
Dom!Druig Makes You Beg
Peter Parker x Fem!Reader - Wall Crawling Lover Boy
Namor x Fem!Reader - On the Waves of Pleasure
Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader - Warm on the Inside
Edging the Moon Boys
Moon Boys + Breeding and Creampies
CALL OF DUTY
Domestic Smut Headcanons with Ghost
Ghost Can't Keep Quiet
Sub!Ghost with a Mommy Kink
Ghost's Mask Stays on During Sex
Ghost Stamina Headcanons
Ghost Using Sex Toys
Ghost Marking You
Ghost + Condoms
Ghost with a Breeding Kink
One Night Stand with Ghost
König with a Breeding Kink
General NSFW Headcanons with John
Bondage with John
Task Force 141 and Alejandro being Overstimulated
Size Kink with König
Ghost and König + Primal Kink
First Time with Task Force 141 and Alejandro
KIMETSU NO YAIBA
Wedding Night with Tengen Uzui
Kidnapped by Akaza
Fun Under the Table with Tengen Uzui
Breeding Kink Blurb with Tengen Uzui
BUNGOU STRAY DOGS
Cockwaming Dazai
Overstimulation with Fyodor
Fyodor Punishes You
Worshiping Fyodor
Pain Play with Nikolai
CRITICAL ROLE
Grog Strongjaw x Fem!Reader - Rough Around the Edges
NSFW Letters D, E, I, K, R with Percy de Rolo
First Time with Percy, Scanlan and Grog
Scanlan x Fem!Reader - Sing Me Your Song of Pleasure
Percy de Rolo with a Baby Fever
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Put on Display
Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader - Conquest in the Sheets
THE WITCHER
Geralt x Fem!Reader - Bad Influence
First Time Having Someone as Big as Geralt
BLUE LOCK
Bachira Using Your Panties to Masturbate
Friends with Benefits with Sae Itoshi
Chigiri Rails You Over the Table
Breaking up and Getting Back Together with Sae Itoshi
Bachira Going Feral on You
NSFW Letters B, F, J, K for Sae Itoshi
Praise + Cockwarming with Mikage Reo
Chigiri Blingfolding You
Reo and Nagi + Facesitting Headcanons
Rin Itoshi Wants You to be Loud
Threesome Blurb with Sae and Rin
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Sukuna x Fem!Reader - In the Eyes of God
Yuuji Itadori x Fem!Reader x Sukuna - The Mirror Effect
JJK Men when You Have Big Boobs
AVATAR
Miles Quaritch x Fem!Reader - Alien Needs
Jake, Quaritch, Tsu'tey, Tonowari + Mating Season
Tonowari x Fem!Reader - How It Should Be
Aonung x Fem!Reader - Under the Surface
TWISTED WONDERLAND
Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader - Hate You Fuck You
Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Green Colored Lust
Leona Chases You Down
Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader - Wedding Night Frenzy
GENSHIN IMPACT
Al-Haitham, Childe and Ayato when You Fake an Orgasm
Genshin Men when You Call Someone Else's Name During Sex
Dainsleif and Kaveh with Sex Pollen
Pantalone x Fem!Reader - Just Say Yes
Genshin Men with an S/O who Loves Their Big Chest
Ayato, Childe, Al-Haitham and Zhongli when Their S/O Cries After an Orgasm
Genshin Men with an S/O who likes to Hold Hands During Sex
Dottore x Fem!Reader - His Greatest Achievement
Closet Sex with Bodyguard!Capitano
Pregnancy sex with Childe, Al-Haitham and Zhongli
Genshin Men when You Laugh in the Middle of Having Sex
Scaramouche x Fem!Reader - Sit Down and Shut Up
Fatui Harbiger Men + Size Differance
Being Cumdrunk and Cockdrunk with Genshin Men
Threesomes with Genshin Men
Make-up Sex with Diluc, Xiao, Scaramouche and Al-Haitham
Diluc x Fem!Reader - Darknight's Undoing
Shower Sex with Childe, Dottore, Pantalone and Al-Haitham
ARCANE
Sneaking Around with Vander
Finn x Fem!Reader - Within These Halls
Vander with a Breeding Kink
First Time with Cassandra, Grayson and Ambessa
Vi x Fem!Reader - Brawler Who Got the Cream
STRANGER THINGS
Billy, Eddie, Steve Fingering Headcanons
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - Like Fire in My Skin
Steve Watches You Masturbate
Missionary Sex with Billy
Eddie, Steve and Billy + Being Loud or Quiet
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
Dabi x Fem!Reader - Dirty Dancing Through Life
BNHA Men Fingering You
Izuku "Deku" Midorya x Fem!Reader - Disciplinary Action
STAR WARS
Din Djarin Blindfolds You
Darth Maul Catches You Masturbating
Din Djarin with a Baby Fever
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bruciemilf · 11 months
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Ra’s: please just choose someone to procreate with so our bloodline doesn’t die
Talia: not on your fucking life, there’s no one here worthy of my ti—
Some poor student: Um… Wayne ran out of training partners again.
Bruce, has an ocean of anger issues and an “anything but murder goes” moral code:
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Talia:
Talia: Prepare my wedding dress—
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devilfic · 1 year
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GMMMMM!!!!! I was hoping you could write a battinson x reader about their wedding? Maybe something just super soft and fluffy, WE LACK BATTINSON WEDDING CONTENT
❝wedding headcanons with bruce wayne❞
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pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: fluff, established relationship, marriage, mention of alcohol. words: 2k.
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oh ABSOLUTELY
alright, walk with me
I’m imagining that bruce is a bit older if he’s getting married because. let’s be honest. getting this man to settle down right now would be like wrangling a hellhound
not because he doesn’t fantasize about it. trust me, he has, but you really are in a polygamous relationship with gotham during your first few years together LMAO
I think bruce had an idea of what his wedding would be like when he was younger
probably a small, traditional wedding. something that his parents had
but at some point, when bruce becomes conscious of his position in society (and just how many people are gonna wanna come to this thing), he figures out it’s probably gonna be a big deal
bruce... does not like that
I don’t think that he has a problem with a big wedding, but he does know if he has one, he’s going to have to adhere to the social rules of the upper echelon
and that means inviting people he doesn’t particularly Like
again, he does not like that
but the thing abt these social rules is that if you tell him you’re not comfortable, if you tell him you don’t like someone, if you tell him you don’t want someone there, he won’t give a FUCK about their feelings
bruce does not care about the fanfare. this day is for you and him as far as he’s concerned
this is also why I think during the planning stage he’d be the kind of husband to just hand you his wallet and tell you to go ape shit
but he’s not that kind of guy. he isn’t some disinterested husband just pawning off all the hard work onto you because he doesn’t want to do anything
it’s like I said, he only cares about you
if you want to go great gatsby and throw the party of the year? go crazy!
if you want something on an island beach? he’ll bring sunglasses!
if you want to walk up to the courthouse, pay for your marriage license, and take him to bed right after? do you, babey. or him. in this case
I think the only thing bruce would have any strong feelings about is the color scheme
I’m sorry, you know he’s going to want a lot of dark, gothic elements
he will feel so out of place if you guys did anything outside of his color palette LMAO
he’s not afraid of getting fancy, he just needs things to be on Brand
that being said, I think he would really like if you had the wedding in a cathedral
I mean the acoustics with a choir singing as you walk down the aisle would just be heavenly
I’m just picturing the cathedral in the movie with white roses and ivy everywhere!! the sun streaming in through the windows!!! the choir on either side of the altar singing so beautifully while bruce watches you approach that he can’t help but start crying!!! ahhhhH!!!
I also saw a couple do this and thought it was really sweet
so instead of doing the whole not seeing each other before the wedding thing, the couple dressed each other the day of
just imagining the intimacy of slowly waking up the morning of the wedding in bed with bruce, letting him stroke your back as you lay on his chest
you’re both a little nervous but all that comes out in giggles and silly jokes to calm each other down
then taking a shower together, washing bruce’s hair for him, getting distracted because he starts kissing down your back and oh how time flies
sharing breakfast that you both made in your underwear because alfred took dick and left you two the house for the weekend because I’d also like to imagine that at this point, robin is part of the family
(and is enjoying his weekend with grandpa alfred. and definitely hasn’t learned any alarming offensive tactics since he’s been away)
bruce putting on a record and dancing with you in the living room to “practice” for later
helping each other into your clothes, brushing hair out of the way and reminding the other where they left their shoes/earrings/cologne
bruce driving you to the cathedral and only parting ways so that you can hurry in the back door because the front is PACKED with paparazzi
alfred is bruce’s best man and is just smug as a bastard when he notices bruce’s little ticks that he’s starting to get nervous
dick is the ringbearer because of COURSE he is
I just love the idea of little dick grayson whispering “I got your six, batman 😎” when he comes up to the altar and bruce has to cough over him because there are like. several people in the vicinity that do not! know that!
he’s got his hair gelled back to high heaven with a cute little suit on that he definitely wasn’t bribed to wear by alfred that morning
I also don’t think dressing you before the wedding diminishes the impact of seeing you walk down the aisle
I think that your morning together would only solidify just how many mornings you two would have from now on, and it would make him emotional knowing that this is just the beginning?? that he can actually call you his in a whole new way???
bruce’s vows... he’s so emotional about them.
he’s asked for help from literally everyone he knows, especially selina because she has such a way with words
vows are kinda tricky for bruce because to him, he wants to just be saying this to you. he doesn’t want to entertain anyone else
how is he supposed to summarize how deeply you move him—how eternally bound he is to you in body and soul—in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s putting on a show for the audience? he doesn’t care about any of that. all he cares about is you
he keeps falling into the trap of “they know how much I love them, don’t they?”
but one thing selina tells him to do is just try writing for you, then
just sit down and word vomit. even if it’s silly, even if you already know it, even if it’s embarrassing
and one night he finds you asleep in bed with a book on your chest, clearly having fallen asleep on accident with just the lamplight illuminating you
at first, he drops into the chair beside the bed and just sits and watches you for a few moments. your book rising and falling with every breath, your body half snuggled into the sheets, the little noises you make as you dream
but then his eyes start welling up and it’s like. all those words just come flowing out of him
he grabs his journal and is frantically writing everything down, not worried about making sense. he just wants to say what he’s thinking before it escapes him
maybe at some point, you wake up to find him furiously jotting everything down and you ask what he’s writing about
and he kinda panics because he doesn’t want you to see exactly what he’s writing
it’s all a mess! it’s ugly! not pretty or articulate or clean at all
and it’s not like he’s never a mess before you. you’ve seen every part of him: the good, the bad, the ugly. you’ve never turned away before
it’s just that sometimes... he hesitates
but before he can think of an excuse, you smile and slip out of bed
lean over him and kiss his forehead
“must be important, I’ll leave you to it. how ‘bout I make us something warm to drink?”
and the hesitation melts away
he doesn’t end up telling you. he closes his journal and tucks it on the nightstand and knows that you would never look, never break his trust like that, but if you saw what he said... he wouldn’t mind
when you come back, you two crawl into bed with warm tea and fall asleep together this time
I like to think that he once met up with selina on a rooftop so he could run his draft by her askjsdkjf
selina is a BRUTAL editor but she’s really good at it
and eventually she approves of his last draft and he’s like. yippee!! I’m free!! worst fucking experience of my life!!!
he’s fiiiiiine selina’s not that mean
but it was hard!!
and when you’re both at that altar and he admits his vows aren’t very long, it’s not a surprise to anyone that bruce “man of few words” wayne struggled with what to say
but that’s not it
because if they really knew bruce, they’d know that no matter how little he says, he means every word.
and there’s this one line that sort of encompasses a promise he’d made to himself long ago and now is making to you. out loud
“you’re a good thing that I don’t think I deserve, but I want to. so I am and will continue to make sure that I am a man that does. for the rest of our life.”
and all those years of never letting himself enjoy a good thing are unspoken between the two of you, your wedding a testament to his change of heart
it’s also just kind of cemented when he says “our life”. you really aren’t getting rid of him, now
NOW THE RECEPTION
I saw this on pinterest and I just. I think it would be so beautiful
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a reception in a greenhouse!! surrounded by plants and candlelight!!
at night!!
this would be the more intimate gathering with just family and friends
if I may. be a Twihard for like TWO seconds
consider: flightless bird, american mouth for your first dance
I think it would be so nice... it’s a really pretty song.... ok moving on
I don’t think bruce would be very interested in. um. certain reception traditions but again, man will do whatever you ask him to
if you happen to be wearing garters and want to do a garter toss. I suppose he will participate.
right after sending out a signal that bricks every phone within a 200 mile radius
BUT TOASTS
man is all red in the face from laughing so hard, you’ve never seen him have this much fun with more than two people in the room
the toast is a lot less put together when it’s his turn, I think bruce is just so full of love and comfort being surrounded by people he knows well that he has an easier go of it
he doesn’t drink since he’s not a fan of alcohol, but you know he’s fuckin up a bottle of sparkling cider
if you choose to drink, he will be happy to escort you throughout the night
can see drunk you asking him to help you into a bathroom stall and he’s just standing there in the doorway making sure you don’t slip and fall into the toilet
at some point though, he WILL replace ur drinks with shirley temples
he’s not trying to cramp ur style but like. alfred will take a picture if you vomit and he will put it in the family photo album and show it every year on your anniversary and if you try to destroy it you will find he has made an infinite number of copies
by the end of the night, you’re both back at home helping each other out of your clothes in the same lazy way as you did the morning of the wedding
brushing your teeth together in the sink, washing each other’s faces, slipping into more comfortable clothes
by the time you both collapse into bed, bruce is so full of. love! and light. he’s still got a smile on his face that he’s had since the beginning of the night and it’s so different
you’ll crawl onto his chest and ask him if he’s happy, if he got everything he could have wanted out of today
he’ll press a kiss to your minty lips, still smiling like a fool, “I got to marry you, didn’t I?”
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I absolutely LOVE the fact that Bruce and Ollie HATE their best friends spouses. Oliver cannot stand Barry while Bruce Bat-Glares at Hal whenever they're in the same room. Leading up to the wedding, Ollie and Bruce who are both their buddies respective best man, are trying to convince their friend to leave.
Ollie throws Hal a bachelor party with exclusively blonde entertainment. Male and female. The bartenders are all blondes. He's hoping that Hal will find literally ANY other blonde to shack up with, as long as he doesnt have to deal with BARRY FUCKING ALLEN.
Bruce tries a different, slightly classier, slightly less legal means if breaking them up. Bribery. He approaches Hal after a League meeting and pulls him aside.
Bruce: fifty thousand right now, in your pocket, if you break up with Barry.
Hal, dumb as fuck bless his soul: Why would I break up with Barry for fifty thousand dollars?
Clark and Dinah are both annoyed at their partners for being so immature. Bruce is ready to break his no kill rule just to get Hal away from his mystery movie marathon buddy and Clark intercepts all of his plans.
Bruce: People die of food poisoning all the time, nobody would think twice.
Clark: If you kill Barry's soulmate with bad chicken, I will sic the entire Daily Planet investigative journalist team on you. No secret Bruce Wayne has ever had will be safe.
Bruce:😠
Ollie tries getting Hal to leave Barry.
Ollie: Are you sure you want to Marry BARRY of all people? He's bossy, he's a shut in, he's-
Dinah, fed the fuck up: He's smart, he's got a good career, he understands that being green lantern takes up a lot of your time, he's cute.
Hal: I know, he's so amazing 😍
Ollie, trying not to barf: 🤢
The day of the wedding they both dial it up to eleven. Bruce is in Barry's space helping him get ready but the whole time he's very supportive of the idea of leaving.
Bruce: I'm just saying, there is NOTHING wrong with not being sure, if you need more time to think, we can leave right now. I'll have Alfred drive us to the airport right now and we'll go eat our way through Europe, no questions asked.
Alfred, who is very much looking forward to this wedding: No I will not.
Jay, about to walk Barry down the aisle:😡
After they get through the wedding and have been together for a while, Bruce still kinda pushes for a break up.
Clark: Barry's birthday is coming up, what are you getting him?
Bruce, not looking up from his newspaper: a divorce attorney.
Alfred, reaching over and smacking him.
Bruce, after a long suffering sigh: and a new microscope for his lab. He's been wanting one.
Then Wally comes along and all attempts stop because Bruce and Ollie are not going to be the ones to break up a family.
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loving-family-poll · 4 months
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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 1
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Propaganda under the cut:
Cersei/Jaime:
they're literally womb-to-tomb lovers. they feel that the rest of the world is beneath them and they're the only ones that matter. the fact that they're twins is fundamental to their attraction to each other
they’re blonde they’re evil they crossdress they’re fucked-up mirrors of one another they serve cunt they’re both bisexual probably and they’re TWINS who FUCK. who said that.
"if I were a woman, I'd be Cersei."
"I'll kill [...] the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world."
"I am sick of being careful. The Targaryens wed brother to sister, why shouldn't we do the same? Marry me, Cersei. Stand up before the realm and say it's me you want."
"'Do you have a little wife, ser?'" No, I have a sister."
Bruce/Dick:
Adopted son Dick Grayson boywife Dick Grayson boywife
Was YOUR pairing mentioned in a 397 page callout post that changed the entire comic book industry forever? I thought so.
before John/Dean entered the scene they were doing up the militant-freudian-father/child-soldier-motherofhisotherchildren-son incestuationship in 1940!! in fact they were so flagrantly intimate that they spawned the first ever 'video games are bad for children' discourse in the form of 'comics are bad because they'll make your children yearn for the gay incest mines' i.e. seduction of the innocent by fredric wertham. and y'know maybe they were right after all *gestures to the incest poll tournament*
SO many delicious aspects of their dynamic honestly. the fact that dick made batman a father and the latter loved it (and him) so much that he sought to replace him forever and ever again and again rebecca daphne du maurier style. word on the streets (lost canon timeline) is bruce made the first replacement— jason todd— dye his hair from red to black so that he'd resemble dick, inspiring generation spanning lust for and yearning of approval from both daddy bats and first son/greatest love of aforementioned daddy bats
How many other incest pairings are so strong that they generated like at least 5 other incestuationships? the family tree branches are CRUMBLING. not to mention their dramatic breakup did give us beloved 2000's animated series teen titans.
there are so many interpretations writers like to impose on the characters. they're father/son, frankenstein and creature, brothers, husband and wife. when batman has his own biological son but then promptly "dies", dick, the first son, comes in as a father to his father's first son (whilst donning the cape and cowl/body of his partnerfather). MANY say that dick was a better parent to damian wayne than even bruce. it literally can't get more incestuous than this, sorry
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theodorecanaryhood · 1 month
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The Tattoo Artist & the Artist: finale
Part X
Jason Todd x Male reader
Warning: language and unprotected sex
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The day had come that Jason could finally have you as his forever, a day he never thought he’d see.
Jason stood as he did his bow tie up and put his jacket in, his tux sat on his skin like it would bury itself in his memory.
Roy walked in as he placed his cuff links on, grabbing Jason’s attention.
‘Is my tie straight?’ He asked, Jason nodded with a soft smile.
‘You look handsome’ Jason spoke softly, his best friend took his hand.
‘You and y/n are finally getting married’ Roy smiled.
Jason flashed back to the first time he met you, a seemingly shy guy who brought the art studio across the street.
The first time Jason kissed you, the first time he lay with you. Jason never wanted to be without you again.
‘You boys ready?’ Bruce asked as he appeared in the doorway.
Jason nodded as he seemed a little nervous, Roy chuckled as he handed Jason a shot of tequila.
‘For the nerves’ Roy handed Jason the glass, Jason slammed the glass down after he downed the liquid.
The wedding was filled with music, smiles and love. A love so strong that it was felt in the air.
Jason had tears in his eyes as he saw you and placed your wedding ring on, you placing his. Jason was happy to finally call you his husband.
Bruce had tears in his eyes, tears filled with a sweet love. He saw this 15-year-old boy with anger issues, a death so brutal. A man filled with nothing but rage. And now, Jason stood with a smile on his face on his wedding day.
Flower petals were thrown over the two of you as you walked holding hands, Jason opened the car door for you as he drove the two of you away.
The first night as husbands was passionate, Jason had plans of not getting any sleep until his body gave into exhaustion.
‘Fuck, I love you so much’ Jason whispered into a sweet kiss.
A kiss that was welcomed as you began taking Jason’s clothes off, him taking yours off.
Running your hands down Jason’s body as his shirt slid to the floor, your hair tangled between Jason’s fingers.
Jason’s tongue was deep in your mouth as you felt yourself rise in your pants, soft music playing in the background while scented candles flickered dimly.
You lay with Jason in the bed as he worshipped your body, his tongue, lips and teeth left no part of your body left untouched.
‘Jason’ you breathed out as Jason sunk his face into your chest, leaving a trace of sweet kisses down your body.
Before you could get a word out, your hard shaft was in Jason’s mouth. He worked you professionally as he buried his fingertips into your hips.
You threw your head back into the pillow as Jason sucked your soul, your hard and throbbing shaft was begging to be released.
‘Baby, I’m coming’ you yelled as Jason took your load into his mouth.
Jason swallowed your seed as he slid to your face, kissing you sweetly. Placing his hands on your face, rolling you both over.
You returned the favour generously as you began kissing down Jason’s body. Licking the head of his throbbing manhood.
‘God, y/n’ Jason panted as he tangled your hair in his fingers.
Deep throating was something you surprised Jason with a while back, early in the relationship. You allowed him to discover that you don’t have a gag reflex.
Jason rolled you onto your front, purposely avoiding coming yet as he wanted to have as long with you as possible.
Jason slid into you as he dug his fingertips into your butt. You buried your face into the pillow as to muffle the screams of pleasure.
Hours of pleasure, hours of love, hours of calling out each other’s names.
Jason lay with you in his arms, a pure love smile on his face. Your lips were Jason’s favourite escape.
‘You’re a great husband’ you smiled as Jason beamed.
Some time had passed as Jason sat, arm around your shoulders as you both sat together.
You both decided to make a quick escape to Wayne Manor, not seeing the family in a while and needing a catch up.
Jason placed a hand on your head as he leant in and kissed your head, Bruce smiled as he witnessed his son and son in law. Affection wasn’t something Bruce had seen Jason show.
‘So, how’s the new house?’ Dick asked, sipping his coffee.
‘It’s good, got some new furniture’ you replied as Jason played with your hair.
It had felt like so long since you’d seen everyone, being part of the family felt so special to you. Knowing you’d been excepted so much.
The sounds of talking around you both as Jason held your hand, across the table as the sun shon through the window. The sunlight bounced off your wedding rings as Jason beamed with admiration for you.
Life had taken such a great turn for Jason over the last few years, a life that seemed so dark and clouded.
You felt so lucky to wake up next to Jason everyday, Jason felt he was lucky too.
It was going to be a peaceful and beautiful life, forever. As long as Jason had you, he was where he needed to be.
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marshmallow-rainbow139 · 10 months
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Depriving
Summary: Jason thinks his parents didn’t care when he died. Only if he knew what his mother almost did.
Warning: Talks of death
Words: 1,213
AO3
Get the tissues y'all!
Jason doesn't know.
The boys don't know.
Heck, not even Alfred knows.
It's a secret between Anne and Bruce.
The day she almost killed the Joker
It was weeks after Jason's funeral. Bruce found the Joker and beat him to a bloody pulp, ending with the Clown in a body cast, in the ICU for six months, and back again to Arkham. That was the story Jason and the others knew.
But in between the Joker ending up in the hospital and getting back to Arkham, Anne went to the hospital, waited for the policeman guarding the door to fall asleep, and went inside.
He was unconscious, but she wanted him to be awake and have his eyes open so that she could look at him. She approached him and drew the curtain so that no one could watch them through the window of the door and interrupt her.
The sound of the machine beeping annoyed her; that's not what she wanted to hear. He was hooked up to a breathing machine after one of his lungs collapsed. Another time she would pat Bruce on the back for putting the Joker like this, but after what he did to her baby boy, it's not enough. He hasn't been hurt enough.
With one steady stroke, Anne grabbed the plastic tube of the breathing machine and squeezed it. Hard. 
It took almost a minute for him to wake up. What frustrates her the most when she looks back at that moment is that he was not concerned or even curious about what was happening to him.
He was smiling with his eyes. She recognized that glee in his yes. Like a child being offered a puppy on Christmas. That was not how he was supposed to react. She wanted him to be afraid. Just like she knows Jason was when he was being beat over and over again with that damn crowbar.
He was looking her in the eyes, and he was barely reacting. He didn’t care that he might die.
The lack of oxygen was starting to get to him. He was squirming, and the heart monitor was beating rapidly. She could hear steps down the hall. She knows a nurse is going to show up. She will enter the room, open the curtain, and see Anne Wayne hovering over the Joker and killing him. She will scream. The guard will wake up and grab his gun. He will give Anne a warning, but she will not move an inch. He will shoot her, and she will drop to the ground. Maybe she will survive or die that night. She doesn't care. She died when Jason died.
She was waiting for that to happen, but what happened was that her body was pulled away from the clown, and a hand covered her mouth. Bruce, of course. He dragged her to the darkest corner of the room and covered her with his body. She was small enough for him to cover her with his body.
She was trying to break free of his arms when he whispered quickly to her. "Think of Dick!" and she stopped just in time as a nurse and a doctor walked into the room.
Son of a bitch.
Of course, he was going to use Dick to calm her down.
They stayed still as they heard the doctor and the nurse taking care of that thing.
When they leave, Bruce waits a few moments before taking her away from the hospital.
At that moment, something changed their relationship and almost broke it.
"What you did goes against everything we stand for!" Bruce shouted when they were in an empty alley.
"Well, I'm sorry, but last time I checked, your no-killing rule was not on our wedding vows!" She shouted back at him.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "This isn't a joke. Stop being selfish."
Her eyes widened at his accusation. "I’m selfish! How dare you!" she pulled away from him. "How fucking dare, you! So, you're the only one that shakes up that piece of shit a little bit!"
She put distance between them.
"He killed my son! HE KILLED OUR SON!" She screamed with tears in her eyes. "And you expect me to do what? You expect me to sit pretty in the manor while Jason is rotting in our backyard! You expect me to just accept that thing back to Arkham and move on! NO! He needs to pay! I want him to be hurt! I want him begging for his life like Jason did! I want him to be afraid like Jason was! I just want my son back!" With that last phrase, she broke.
She thought she had shed all her tears since her son’s body was on the stretcher in that morgue in Bosnia. She bent over and started sobbing. She grips her chest as she feels like her heart is being stabbed.
Soon after, she feels his hand on her back. Like two magnets, she throws herself at him and hugs him while sobbing on his chest. He puts his arms around her. "We killed him," she rasped out. "We were supposed to protect him and give him a better life, but we dragged him to his death. He was amazing. He was so sweet. And we killed him."
Bruce tightens his arms around her. "No, it was not your fault. It was not your fault, Anne."
She cried harder into his chest. She could feel, very faintly, Bruce’s tears falling down her hair. Anne knew that he was in pain as well for Jason’s death, but he held it together for her, Dick, and Alfred.
Anne cried with all she had inside. They went to the batmobile and drove home in silence. She didn’t ask how he knew she was going there, and he didn’t tell Alfred what happened because it was unusual for Bruce and Anne to come back home in the batmobile with Bruce dressed as Batman, but the buttle didn’t pry a lot. Alfred knew whatever it was was related to Jason.
The next week, Anne moved from the manor into an apartment in town. She needed a break. They needed a break. It turns into a legal separation when talking to divorce lawyers. It was thanks to Timothy’s arrival and crossing paths multiple times that they managed to mend their marriage.
They never told Jason about that night, even when he said they didn’t care about him because the Joker was still alive. Anne wanted Jason to yell at her and take all of his anger out on her. It felt more satisfying than depriving the Joker of oxygen.
The clown never knew it was Anne Wayne who tried to kill him that night. The room was barely lit. He would ask years later, when Batman came for answers about Red Hood, "Who was that lady standing over my hospital bed that night, Batsy? I've got to say I've never felt so excited! Can you ring up so that we could do that again?"
What Bruce didn't know at the time was that it was not the first time she went forward with a murder plan. That night just happened to be the one she didn't succeed. 
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dracaelus · 1 year
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BATMAN/DC FIC RECS
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I like to make a list of fics i like but i'm starting to get kinda tired of scrolling through all my drafts to get to this one, so i'm posting this and starting a new one. This is mostly batman centric. Multiship ! The quotes are not the synopsis, just some parts i liked from the fic so i can remember what exactly happens in the story/what i liked about it. This list is more for myself tbh. I tried to keep things organized but probably failed
1 Wholesome and fun, but with a serious undertone/a bit of angst
Finished:
Nature and Nurture, by lurkinglurkerwholurks: long fic, multi pov batfam, they meet de aged Bruce Wayne through multiple stages of his life
"Bruce could feel a slow smile begin to spread across his face, until it stretched from one cheek to the other, framed by dimples on either side."
Am I The Asshole?, by FabulaRasa: greenbat/batlantern (i have to find out the official ship name), but also hal x bruce's bathtub; mostly hal's pov, and i love their dynamic so much. I recommend you read the whole series
(...) He crossed to Garwell, confident he could find a cab headed uptown on the wider avenue. After all, a world where Hal Jordan called him baby was a world where anything was possible – even catching a cab in Gotham in a winter storm headed uptown.
What Not To Wear To A Wedding At Wayne Manor, by FabulaRasa: oh i love this fic so fucking much. I can't put it into words. It's just so so good, you wouldn't believe it. Another batlantern/greenbat. I love this pairing with my entire heart and they're so good in here, really, so amazing. Mostly Hal's pov. I love this author and this might be one of my favorite works of them. This is just beautiful.
"And now. . . stupid idea number three? (...) This is your plan now?"
"I have a good feeling about this one."
Axial Rotation, by FabulaRasa: ok, so i really have a thing for this author works. Their batlantern/greenbat (?) is so good, seriously, i can't stress this enough. I love how committed FabulaRasa is to find a way to make their relationship work while still acknowledging how fucked up they are.
“Okay,” he said. And he put his hands on Bruce’s face, in the mirror of Bruce’s gesture. Last night’s stubble had become a definite shadow by this morning, and his face was like sandpaper. And also indescribably beautiful. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that, right?”
Bruce’s small wince told him that he did not, in fact, know that, but that was okay, Hal had a lot of time to teach him that.
Lungs full of saltwater, by Maeruh: GHOSTBAT FIRST SOULMATE AU AND IT'S FREAKING GORGEOUS, SO SO BEAUTIFUL
It drowns him as if rocks had been tied around his ankles before throwing him into the sea.
It is suffocating.
Furthermore, it's refreshing
How Batman Made The Housemaid Cry, by FabulaRasa: technically batlantern, but the focus is on Bruce and Alfred, and they are amazing in this. I love them with my whole heart
He pulled his cell out of his inner pocket and texted. Remind me to tell you about my conversation with Alfred, he said. And then please use your ring to erase my functional memory. Do whatever you have to do.
a soul that's born in cold and rain (knows sunlight), by bat_butch: ghostbat; bruce visits his parents grave and talks about Khoa
He thinks about the light in Minhkhoa’s eyes when he smiles. The glint that they gain when he teases, and the excitement that sparks when they spar. He thinks about the careful way that Minhkhoa cleans his swords. The line that forms between Minhkhoa’s brows when he’s sewing a mask or a cape or a wound.
Like a cactus on frayed wires, by Maeruh: ghostbat fic! It's just Khoa thinking about batman, but it's so sweet
"Khoa wondered then if, as the cactus fell, anyone would dare try to catch the cactus?
With its thorns, sinking into your flesh and with the dirt soiling you. With the possibility that it would be useless.
He supposed that there is always someone."
Kerosene in my hands, by Maeruh: oh this one. Maeruh is definitely one of the best ghostbat writers we have, and their minhkhoa narration is absolutely perfect.
Because Bruce is like that, he wants to be the sun in the lands where winter never ends.
And Khoa is a selfish snowman.
Relax, Clark, you're only getting married, by truc: oneshot, clarks pov, super fun to read. Honestly, I recommend the entire series
When, on the eve of his marriage to Lois Lane, Clark gets serious pre-wedding jitters, he calls his best- worst- man to help him deal with it. Bruce, in all of his pink and gray Barbie sleepwear glory, offers knockout drugs, unsolicited wedding rants/advices and a video gaming opportunity. Despite everything, the wedding isn't a total disaster.
Unfinished:
Manor - Dad lets me drive the Batmobile: batfamily at it's best, seriously, also incredibly funny, wholesome, with great family dynamics! Multi pov's
“Bruce!” Dick shouted when he finally spotted him. “Look! This has to be the Batcave!”
The what Cave?
“Can you believe it? Did you know it was right here under the manor all this time? This must have taken years to set up and look at all that cool tech! Of course, Batman has the best. Have you seen him…”
Dick trailed off and studied Bruce cautiously. His gaze lingered on Bruce’s neck, where this night’s fights had resulted in a small bruise, and the coffee mug in Bruce’s hands.
“Look, Dick, I know this is a lot to take in—” Bruce began to speak, but Dick interrupted him.
“You’re dating Batman!”
Brilliant Analytical Minds, by stuckoncloud9: some really fun Riddlerbat! Bruce's pov. Edward loses some of his memories and leaves his life as a supervillain to become a private detective. Somehow, Bruce ends up being his Watson
He was silent for a moment, then looked up at me. “Riddle me this,” he said. “I solve nothing, I build nothing, but I can destroy anything. What am I?”
I thought about it. “I’m not angry at you, Edward,” I eventually replied
love, nevertheless : superbat. Funny, wholesome, beautiful, poetic, Bruce's soulmate is Gotham, with Gotham city being kind of sentient. Soulmate au, mostly Clark's pov
"He needed to go back inside, to slip back through the service door and into the ballroom before too many people noticed him missing, but for just another second he wanted to hold out. He wanted to be loved and feared and owned by someone he could never hold or touch in its entirety any other way."
2 Pure comedy and/or fluffy
Finished:
and he looks at me, and i look at him, by Shleapord: THIS IS WHAT PEAK TEENAGER BRUCE LOOKS LIKE, I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH. Honestly, comedy gold
“You are a fantastically strange child,” said Diana. She said it with perhaps too much interest and not enough wariness for comfort.
“That’s what Alfred says. Also my old science teacher when I dissected everyone’s squirrels for them because everyone who goes to Gotham Academy is a coward, except for Roman who’s a bitch. I’m not allowed in Biology classes anymore, all I can do it take higher-level Chemistry classes for my science credits.”
welcome to the playground, by Shleapord: once again teenager Bruce being my reason to live
"Like, I get kidnapped all the time and Alfred says its good for me as a growing young man to learn how to navigate stressful environments"
here as i am, by TheResurrectionist: this is sladebru/deathbat and okay, i find if pretty hilarious but a more accurate description would be pwp? The important thing is that i love it, i'm lowkey such a sucker for sladebru >...<
Slade briefly debated making the sign of the cross, but thought better of it, running a hand down the man’s sweaty back instead.
Begone, foul demon, he intoned in the safety of his mind, still thinking of that flash of white teeth in near-darkness. Of burning blue eyes and plush, kiss-reddened lips.
Send to All, by kerosceene: peak comedy batfam.
I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).
Bruce knows how to swim, and he is will swim up the entire Nile if he has to. Too bad Jason has other plans, by arrowupmysleeve: this is a batlantern one, but what i'm actually highlighting here is clark. Perfect, absolutely stunning. Tecnically he doesn't even show up but he still steals the show. Clark eavesdropping on other people's conversations and sending them messages with his opinion is a top tier concept and needs to be used more times <3
Text from Clark K at 10.45:
I know you're awake, B😡
Text from Clark K at 10. 46:
I can hear you chewing😒 Pick up.😠😠
The last text makes Bruce pause. He knows Clark can't see him, but he turns to glare in the direction of Metropolis anyway and takes a large bite of his toast. And if he is chewing a little louder than usual, well, no one is here to call him out on it.
I'm Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, by Mardiaz173: good old identity porn superbat, clark is being messed with by bruce but he loves him so he gets away with it
Until behind them, Arthur yelled, “Cheer up, Bats! At least we already know Kal’s into brunettes!”一he broke off into a yelp一“ow, Diana!” 
Arthur’s heckle seemed to piss B off一well, even further than his anger at Clark forcing him to go to the medbay. He didn’t speak their entire way there. When reached the medbay, B sat on the examination table with petulant air around him. 
Clark really did adore him. 
Lugubrious Alarmism: baby Clark being the most adorable person in the universe, superbat friendship with dolls, justice league shenanigans, very wholesome and super fun
Clark beamed and tugged the mask back into place. “Yep. Boose okay.” With that, he clasped his irritable stuffed friend to his chest and planted a kiss atop it’s cowled head. “Missed you.”
Space cellmates, by BoredomBeckons: superbat, a short but hilarious oneshot
“Mr Wayne. Please take this seriously.”
“I take everything seriously Superman. I’m Batman.”
“Look, it’s obvious you don’t believe me…”
“I do believe you.”
“…but I really am Superman, and I want you to know that whatever happens I will do my best to protect you.”
“Since your powers are being hindered it seems to me that I’ll be the one protecting you.”
“Right,” Clark sighed, not bothering to argue.
“Because I’m Batman.”
“Sure.”
3 Not sure if it's the same as the first, but here we go: comedy with some angst
Finished
Getting It Right, by FabulaRasa: batlantern/greenbat (?), Hal's pov, some really good slow burn but like, not too slow, and seriously, don't get too caught up on the sinopses, it's not nearly as dark as it seems, it's actually quite lighthearted and with some family feels too
Jordan wasn’t just laughing, he was doubled over with it, his grin wide. “You’re so mad,” he managed, through gusts of laughter. “You are—you are genuinely so mad, look at you. I was just kidding, your score was higher, but I just wanted to see you lose your shit, and you did, oh my God are you in fourth grade or what?” And he threw his head back and laughed even louder. Bruce gave him a shove off the railing, and he just laughed harder.
Article 120, by FabulaRasa: I wasn't expecting this one to be one of my favorite batlantern fics i've ever read, not given the dark subject, but god, they are so good in here.
“Don’t mind him, grief hits everybody different. He just found out Batman broke up with him, but he’s gonna be okay.”
4 angst with some lightness
Finished
Sanctuary, by FabulaRasa: batlantern/greenbat (and yes, at this point i know it's batlantern but i got attached to greenbat so i will keep using both, sue me), angst with some comedy, great family feels and Hal and Damian relationship is really precious. Hal has a chronical illness but is not dying. I recommend strongly that you read the whole series
(...) He wasn’t someone whose absence would be felt along a thousand fault lines and ripples, like a hole blown in the universe – not like people who had families and huge networks of friends. He wasn’t one of those people.
He sat cross-legged on the floor for hours, staring at the welter of wings and the green light that surrounded him on all sides. He had never thought of himself as one of those people, but somehow he had become one of those people, when he wasn’t looking. Somehow he had acquired a family, and the ripples of his life extended far beyond his own calculations. He had sat down on this floor one person, and when he rose – stiffly, slowly – hours later, he was another, a person whose ties to the universe around him were different than he had thought.
How To Keep A Promise To Hal Jordan, by FabulaRasa: I love everything this author writes, seriously, I can't stress this enough. This is batlantern, of course, and mostly Bruce's narration. Some parts of it ripped my heart out
(...) He let his eyes skate to Bruce’s lips. He wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Contact with the unthinkable. The impossible. Only the impossible had held him in his arms. Had touched him, had caressed him, had said impossible things to him.
Something about us, by Maeruh: ghostbat, khoa's narration at it's finest
"I had a dream," are the first words that leave Khoa's dry lips upon awakening. He doesn't get up immediately, just stares at the immaculate white ceiling of The Haunt.
(There's something different, he feels it buzzing deep inside of his bones.)
"Oh, that's unusual for you."
Unfinished
Drawn to the blood, by bat_butch and bellandeano: Ghostbat in a dc vampire au! Their dynamic is really good and Icon is such a sweetheart :)
“I don’t know how much you’d enjoy that victory, Ghost-maker,” Bruce muttered. “Winning me over with a bite and a bit of blood. I think you’d be disappointed.”
"Do you think so?" He tilted his head back, arms crossed. Bruce was right, of course. And he wasn't even looking for that victory anymore. "I might just take it to be forced to cooperate with someone effective."
“No,” Bruce dismissed. “You wouldn’t.”
"Don't be so confident. You're not as relevant as you used to be," he replied easily, voice clipped.
“Neither are you.”
you're still the oxygen i breathe/i see your face when i close my eyes, by nygmamale: this one is special to me bc i'm a sucker for ghostmaker interacting with tim and bao :)
"Later, after Khoa had pushed everyone away, he sits alone in Bruce’s townhouse, in a shitty beaten-up chair that smells like him.
Thirty minutes prior, he had ingested a copious amount of psilocybin. He wanted to see him, one more time."
5 angst
Finished:
every tale a tragedy, by pomeloquat: ghostbat, khoa's narration. Bruce and Khoa are soulmates; things don't go well for them.
"The strand around Khoa’s finger twists and tangles and pulls taut as he traverses the globe. Always stretching back toward Bruce, always tying them together. No matter the distance, Khoa knows Bruce is waiting for him on the other end."
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.⋆。5k Follower Celebration。⋆. Closed
I may be pushing myself with this one but I will fill 50 requests from these prompts as a massive thank you for all the love and support you all have given me these past two years. I love you so so much ❤️❤️❤️
Drop an ask with your ideas!
Prompts
“My fucking wife!”
“Do not. I said no. Those puppy dog eyes don’t work every time. Fuck- fine.”
“How could I ever leave you? You’re everything.”
First look at a wedding
“Keep talking babygirl. I need to hear that pretty voice of yours.”
“Fuck, why do you smell so fucking good?”
“How are you this fucking annoying?”
“That’s it, I told you that you could take it.”
Their first real kiss
“Why are you being so quiet?” “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re a bottom! You’re not allowed to talk like that!”
“How. Dare. You.”
“Did you just… slap my ass?”
“Why him? Why couldn’t I be the one you picked?”
Gently running their fingers up their partner’s back
“What the fuck is sex pollen?”
Grabbing them by the hips unexpectedly 
“Tell me the truth.”
“Wear that out, I can fight.”
“Oh you’re getting pregnant tonight.”
“Wanna share?”
“Stop kissing me for a minute, I’m trying to have a conversation.”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours. All you have to do is ask.”
“Touch her again and I’ll rip your fucking throat out.”
“Break me.”
“Keep bouncing like my good little bunny.”
“After midnight, that’s your kid not mine.”
Showering together
“You make me want something more.”
“I see galaxies in your eyes.”
AUs (optional)
Bakery/Coffee shop
Mob
Werewolf
Royal
Soulmate
Characters
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Thor 
Loki
Eddie Brock/Venom
Peter Parker
Jason Todd
Bruce Wayne
Clark Kent
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Derek Morgan
Aaron Hotchner
Negan Smith
Castiel Novak
Sam Winchester
Brahms Heelshire
Halsin
Astarion
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NSFW Masterlist Part 3
MCU
Tony Stark x Fem!Reader - Only a Touch
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader - Interrogation and Reward
Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader - Silver Tongued Devil
Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader - Empty on the Inside
Namor Eating You Out
Namor with a Breeding Kink
MCU Characters + Boobs or Ass
Peter Maximoff with a Flexible Reader
DC COMICS
Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Restraining Vengeance
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Shopping Has Many Benefits
Catching Bruce Masturbating
Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - Warm Showers Always Help
Bruce Wayne with a Virgin Reader
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Remind Me to Hate You
ARCANE
Finn x Fem!Reader x Sevika - Sharing is Caring or Something Like It
Sevika x Fem!Reader - Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder
Marcus x Fem!Reader - Tell Me Under the Table
Vander Getting Cockblocked
Giving Arcane Characters Oral While They Work
Dominant Vander Headcanons
Arcane Women + Mutual Masturbation
Friends with Benefits with Vi
Silco x Fem!Reader - Quaking with Lust
Resolved Sexual Tension with Vi
Arcane Men + Morning Wood
Vander Being Too Big For You
Arcane Men + How Long Do They Last
GENSHIN IMPACT
Genshin Impact Men + Sex Pollen
Scaramouche x Fem!Reader - Unpleasant Yet Greedy
Zhongli x Fem!Reader - Instincts of a Calm Mind
Cyno + Sir Kink
Dainsleif x Fem!Reader - More Than You Can Take
Dottore x Fem!Reader - Knife Treatment
Tighnari Spends Your Heat with You
Zhongli x Fem!Bunny!Reader
Childe With A Pregnant Reader
Genshin Men with a Succubus Girlfriend
Genshin Men + Boobs, Ass or Thighs
Incubus Kaveh and Al-Haitham
Yandere Itto Headcanons
Genshin Men Having a Baby Fever
Itto and Gorou when You Ask Them to Breed You
Ayato, Cyno, Al-Haitham and Kaveh Take Your Virginity
Enemies to Lovers with Itto
Abyss Lumine Dominates You
Friends with Benefits with Genshin Men
Wedding Night with Gentle!Dom!Pantalone
Teasing Genshin Men Under the Table
Pantalone, Ayato and Zhongli During a Striptease
Giving Childe a Blowjob After a Shower
Genshin Men Reacting to Cock Worship
Professor Zhongli Headcanons
Genshin Men with a S/O Who's Shy During Sex
Scaramouche with A Wolf!Hybrid!Reader in Heat
Kaeya x Fem!Reader - Helping Hand
BLUE LOCK
Letting Ryosuke Use You for Stress Relief
Making Out with Bachira
Cockwarming Sae
Being Baro's Reward
Bachira Fucks You in His Sleep
Bachira Eating You Out
Kunigami Rensuke + Dry Humping
TWISTED WONDERLAND
Jamil Viper x Fem!Reader - Poison Just as Sweet
Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader - Ride You Don't Want to End
Virginity Loss with Jamil Viper
Trey Clover x Fem!Reader - Man of Many Talents
Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader - I Was Meant to Be Yours
VALORANT
Rivals to Lovers with Yoru
Harbor x Fem!Reader - Absence Makes the Horny Grow Stronger
Viper x Fem!Reader - Snake Eyes
Reyna x Fem!Reader - A Little Death Before the Gala
Fade x Fem!Reader - Who Will You Be When You're Afraid
Chamber x Fem!Reader - Buying What You're Selling Them
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Sukuna x Fem!Reader - The Hating Game
Haruta Being Overstimulated
Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Way of the Househusband Nanami Kento
Sukuna x Fem!Reader - One Hell of a Time
Pussydrunk Geto Suguru Headcanons
YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY
Albert James Moriarty x Fem!Reader - Mind Over Lust
Sherlock Holmes Gets Needy in Your Office
William James Moriarty x Fem!Reader - Know Your Place
CHAINSAW MAN
Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader - Win Your Prize
Makima x Fem!Reader - Pretty Little Pet
Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader - Pass Me Your Last Cigarette
Car Sex with Aki Hayakawa
First Time with Aki Hayakawa, Kishibe and Angel Devil
THE ARCANA
Portia x Fem!Reader - Little Slice of Heaven
Asra x Fem!Reader - Sell Me a Dream
Bondage and Brat Taming with Julian Devorak
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Pregnant Sex with Daemon
Daemon x Fem!Reader - Piece Offering to the Cruel Prince
Aemond + Dirty Talk
Gossip and Dumbification with Dom!Daddy Larys Strong
Post Injury Recovery Sex with Daemon
STAR WARS
The Bad Batch + Stamina
Cassian Andor x Fem!Reader - It's Called a Cockpit for a Reason
Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Cold, Hard Touch
Star Wars Men Threesomes
Cassian Andor Thanks You in A Special Way
The Bad Batch NSFW Headcanons
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wait I have got to hear your thoughts on bruce being lottie!!
Rewatching Princess and The Frog has got me in a chokehold! But basically, the AU as of now;
It's a well established, well know, well respected fact from the White House to the Bayou; If you ain't Wayne rich, you ain't rich at all.
But you won't catch Thomas Wayne bragging and boosting and yapping about hot cars, or big mansions, or pearly white yachts.
Thomas' pride and joy is one tiny, fawn eyed, overly energetic boy that made Gotham collectively swoon.
"And I want a princess when I grows up!" Bruce is just prancing around in his pink prince costume, adjusting a paper crown that Alfred made, " Or a prince! Can you get me a prince, papa?"
"You know the deal, Bruce; You wish it, daddy grands it; Ain't that right, Martha?"
Martha Kent chuckles in that warm, knowing way of hers. Her friend is infamous for the way he spoils his boy. But the Waynes are good people. And not just because they keep her farm afloat.
"Yeah, you're good on that front. But you know, sweetheart; It doesn't matter if you marry a prince or princess. As long as they make you smile, that's all that matters."
Lois, just a bit older than Bruce, makes a disgusted noise, " I don't want no prince or princess. I just want Princess money."
Bruce squeals, " But a PRINCE. I'd love to marry a Prince. We'd have a big big wedding and the sweetest cake in the world, and everyone would have fun, -- Clark! You gonna be at my wedding, right?"
Clark, dressed up in his blue overalls and paper sword, to fit the knight Bruce always calls him, nods, with a smile that doesn't match his words, " Course I will, Bruce. If you'll have me."
Now. Bruce is so very good at forging fantasies. But when a princess from a far away island rumoured to be populated entirely by women comes into town, it doesn't look like make believe at all.
"Women only? Lucky."
Lois doesn't have the time for dreams; She's a bonafide, concise, straight to the point realist. Taking truth by the throat and brings it to light.
And often enough, truth isn't pretty. And ugly truth, as Parry said, right before booting her right out of her job, doesn't sell.
Luckily, Clark's folks were nice enough to give her a delivery job cause Clark can't drive worth a damn. Still. If she's gonna watch him contain another dreamy sigh for Bruce, she'll blow chunks.
"Did you see her in them papers?! That's the prettiest woman I ever did see!"
Mr. Wayne growls behind his newspaper (that Lois could've written better than fucking JIMMY) and Bruce doubles down, " Um. After mama."
Mr Thomas smiles. "Hm. Guess you're finally getting that princess, huh, Brucie?"
Even in adulthood, Bruce squeals like a strangled kitten, " Where's Clark? Can't have the perfect wedding without the perfect best man!" Lois bites her lip and stacks up the peaches in Mrs. Wayne's Cafe.
After all these years, she just refuses to let that old place go. Lois has to respect that. Martha gives her a sympathetic look, warms her up with a mother's love. " How's work, Lo?"
"It's work, Mrs. Wayne. Thank you for that big order for the masquerade ball. At this point, you're the only ones keeping that farm alive..."
"Give those apples some credit," she winks, but squeezes Lois' hand, " If you ever need anything..."
"Thank you. But I don't take handouts."
"Pride won't buy you food, honey. But I guess I gotta wait for you to open your own newspaper. Then I'll make you rich. You'll see."
Bruce is just hugging and squeezing on Clark's arm, ranting a mile a minute about his wedding colors, his cake flavor, the honeymoon, all while nuzzling Clark's toned arm.
And Clark does what he does best; Hide behind a smile.
Alfred sighs, " If he wasn't mine, I'd whack that boy's head with a pan."
"You'll do no such thing, or so help me!"
"Save it for the after party, Tommy dear," Martha chuckles, " But I gotta understand, -- this Diana lady's making waves. I never even seen a woman talk to the mayor before. Let alone yell at 'Im."
"That's cause Tommy Elliot only wants women under his desk," A roll of the eye, a coil of disgust fanning resentment In her gut, Lois takes the box. "Sides, little miss princess probably ain't better than he is. "
The problem with always looking back is you're never ready for the forward.
When Lois bumps up in something tall, solid, and warm, she thinks its Clark. Except neither she or Clark smell like vanilla ice cream and clean air and blue oceans.
Clark certainly doesn't have long, majestic hair gracefully dancing in the winds. He doesn't have blood red lips, or strong blue eyes.
Clark's eyes were summer sky blue. Not a blue Medusa herself couldn't stone.
And he certainly doesn't make her heart stop with a smirk.
"Well," Diana Fucking Prince says, voice satin and velvet, "I don't know about being a better. But I could change your mind about that."
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If you’re comfy - can we see Bruce at a wedding? Preferably his own wedding with reader, but not sure if you want to do that lol. I have dreams about having a first dance with Bruce 🥰
"Are you here for the bride or the groom," Bruce rumbled, bending so his lips were close to your ear.
"I'm here for my boss," you hum, scanning the room, mentally noting the location of people Bruce had wanted to speak to.
"Well that's no fun-"
"Mr. Wayne, please."
Bruce winced and stood up straight. Realizing that you didn't want to play with him. Not like this. Not right now. You sound tense. Tense and desperately unhappy. "What's wrong?" he asked, moving to stand next to you instead of behind you, tucking your hand into the crook of his arm- unusual, he supposed but. Less intimate seeming.
"Nothing, Sir-"
"Hmm," Bruce grunted. Still keeping his face neutral and pleasant but he felt his eyes narrow slightly. Looking for the source of the tension. He knew better than anyone how rude and sometimes downright cruel this layer of society could be. Pretty polite smiles hiding acid tongue and one hand offering a handshake while the other holds a knife.
"Three of your four targets just went into the lounge for-"
"You'll be alright?" he asked, looking down at you.
"Always," you answer, giving him a smile that didn't reach your eyes, "There must be someone charming to talk to here."
"Hm." He patted your hand and gently lifted your hand from his elbow. "Call if you need anything. I'll be-"
"I'll be alright," you tell him, accepting the glass of champagne he snagged off a tray for you. And made his way to the lounge that you indicated.
"Bruce!" A man he'd went to school with- did something in the financial sector wrenched his hand into a handshake and slapped him on the back, "Just the man I wanted to talk to."
"Why's that Tony," he asked, smiling, "Need a-"
"I gotta know what agency you get your girls from," he said, "God the one you brought today is gorgeous-"
"She's my assistant," Bruce said, smile faltering. Eyes going cold. "She's a professional-"
"I bet she is," he said, giving Bruce a smug 'knowing' look.
"She came highly recommended, well educated, and she's a great asset-"
"Sure Bruce," Tony scoffed, "Do you have to pay her extra or is fucking you-"
"Tony!" Another man said from the pool table, "C'mon, man. Leave the poor girl alone. Just because she told you she was working and didn't wanna go to your room-"
Bruce felt his eyes narrow, "You what?"
The other man, another person Bruce remembered from school- someone who'd been kind if not especially popular, stepped between them quickly, "Let's go get a drink," he said smoothly, glancing meaningfully towards where you stood having a perfectly polite chat with someone else's PA. Telling Bruce that beating someone to death for implying you were a sex worker wouldn't do much to change that opinion.
"Excellent," Bruce said, letting himself be lead away.
"You gotta start hiring ugly girls, Bruce," Gerald muttered, "Or find a guy that can do it-"
"The men can't take the pressure," Bruce chuckled. "And it's not Y/N's fault she's a pretty girl who has the skill set I need."
"Careful, B," Gerald said teasing, "I probably can't afford to let her get her nails done on company time when I act like an ass but- I might be tempted to poach her if-"
"Not a Chance," Bruce said grinning, "I hate breaking in assistants almost as much as I hate weddings."
And Gerald raised his glass in agreement before taking a drink, "You mind if I give my PA her number? He's green- having a little trouble making contacts."
"Go ahead," Bruce said nodding, "There's a little 'club' of them that meets on Wednesday afternoons for sushi and a couple drinks. Y/n said they commiserate and trade notes about everything from lawyers to party planners."
"Perfect," Gerald said, nodding to the guy, younger than you who seems to be trying to figure out how to approach you.
"Let's go introduce them before Miss Rory decides he's being creepy," Bruce said, smiling a little. You might give him a tongue-lashing and a lecture, but Rory would reduce him to tears.
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