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nightwingsbodaciousbootay · 11 months

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After Hours | DickGrayson x Female Reader

Warning: Smut 18+

Tags: Mirror Sex, Smut, Nsfw, dirty talk, fingering, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex

You and Dick were getting ready for another infamous Wayne gala. Well, you were getting ready… Dick had finished half an hour ago. Instead, he sat on the bed behind you and watched intently as you applied your lipstick, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror. Even though your eyes weren't focused on him you could feel his gaze locked intently on your lips.

Your eyes flickered to look at him through the mirror, his eyes caught yours as he slowly ran his hand down his face. You felt your face burn, and a familiar feeling began to spread through your body, but especially between your legs. Almost as if he could sense your desire he stood from his spot on the bed. He was standing so close to you that you could feel the ghost of his touch. After a second of silence, he ran his hand down your back slowly where your bright blue dress split because you hadn’t zipped it up yet. He loved when you wore this color when you wore his color.

You jumped from the contact of his cold hand against your warm skin, goosebumps erupting all over you. And you didn't even need to look to know he had his usual cocky smirk plastered to his face.

“Dick, can you zip up my dress?” You asked, still feeling his hand roaming your bare skin, “Please?”

He slowly pulled the zipper, his eyes lingering on your back, “You know, we still have some time, we could-”

“Hell no Dick, last time we were so late we missed Bruce’s speech”

He sighed but zipped up your dress anyway. However, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Dick never pressed you if you said no, but this time you wanted it just as bad as he did, maybe even more.

While you were in your thoughts, Dick leaned over you to grab something, pressing himself into your ass. You could feel just how hard you made him, just the thought of how much you affected him turned you on even more. When he pulled back he was holding his favorite of your necklaces, a dainty gold necklace, with a small diamond heart at the end, he had bought it for you on your third date. Even though it had been two years since then, the day felt like only yesterday.

You moved your hair to the side so that he could put the necklace on you. You watched him through the mirror as he tried to get the clasp over and over again, the intense focus on the vigilante’s face making you giggle. When he finally got it he took a step back and his eyes dragged over you, finally landing on yours through the mirror.

“Absolutely Perfect.”

You could feel his cold hands slip under your dress, his hands grabbed your thighs and his thumbs began to trace circles into your flesh. You could feel the burning desire for him growing inside of you.

“Dick-”

“I know baby” He attempted to pull back from your thighs but you put your hands on top of his.

“No, Dick I want to”

He resumed the tracing, as he pressed further into your back and leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please” You gasped.

He flipped you around to face him, “Tell me what you want.”

“Dick, I want” The feeling of his hands moving up your thighs to settle on the band of your panties pulled a small gasp from your lips.

“Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Dick I want you, please I need you.”

The second those words left your lips he dropped to his knees, causing the room to shake. And he quickly pulled down your panties to your ankles. The whole time he stared, his eyes never leaving yours.`

With one hand he lifted up your dress and held it against your stomach. The other hand moved up to your dripping cunt, bearly touching you.

“You’re so wet for me baby, such a slut for me.”

His words caused you to whine and rock your hips into him, “Dick please, stop teasing me”

He smirked before slowly putting one finger inside of you. He moved at a tantalizing pace. Before slowly beginning to rub slow circles on your clit with his thumb. You moaned at his movements, causing him to add another finger. He began to speed up before he brought his mouth to your needy pussy, he slowly licked your clit. His fingers still pumping inside of you. The more you moaned the more he speed up. He let go of your dress and held onto your thigh to brace himself, causing his head to disappear under it. Dick licked your pussy like he was dying of thirst, he was amazing. The most obscene noises filled the room.

Once you felt your orgasm coming you leaned back against the mirror.

“Dick I’m cumming don’t stop.” And he didn't, he kept sucking your clit and pumping his fingers until waves of pleasure came over you. You screamed his name over and over as you came.

When you finished he stoop up. He stared into your eyes as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips, right before sucking your cum off of them. When he finished, he slammed his lips to yours. You kissed until you both needed to take a breath.

“You taste so amazing, baby.” Dick said before kissing you again. When he pulled back this time, his eyes were filled with overwhelming desire. “Turn around, face the mirror. I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You did as he said turning around to face the mirror again, using it to watch as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge cock. The two of you had done this so many times before, yet each time you were filled with anticipation and need.

Dick grabbed your hips and pulled your ass towards him so quickly that you had to rush to put your hands against the wall to stabilize yourself.

“Such a good slut for me, you want to watch yourself as I fuck you?”

You rolled your eyes, Dick was always so chatty.

Dick slowly pushed his cock inside of you, you watched yourself as you started to moan.

“Oh Dick, please. I need it please.”

That same cocky smirk spread across his face, as he started slowly thrusting inside of you. “God your tight baby, I love this pussy.”

He was going at a painfully slow pace, never passing up a chance to be a tease.

“Dick faster, go faster”

“Wow, Such a needy slut for me, arent you?” He finally began to pick up the pace until he was pounding into you. He reached his hand around and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb again. You could feel your cunt stretching to fit his fat cock all the way inside.

He moaned loudly in your ear before grabbing your hair and lightly tugging, “Fuck baby you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you like that? Do you like how I fuck you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes, Dick you’re so big. Don't stop.”

You didn't know who to watch in the mirror, Dick was downright beautiful as he fucked you, his face flushed and his hair tussled. But your own face was flushed and filled with your own pleasure as he thrusted inside of you. It was something you had never seen before.

Dick wrapped his free arm tightly around your waist and lifted you until you were on your tippy toes. He fucked up into you at an alarming speed, the new angle allowing for him to reach even deeper inside of you. He filled you completely, and you loved it. You squeezed like a vice around him. His thrusts started becoming sloppier, and his moans started to get louder.

Your own moans became louder too, and just as you felt yourself peaking, Dick moaned out “Fuck I’m cumming.”

The moment you felt his cum shooting inside of you, you came to. You both steamed each other's names, orgasming together. After you both rode out your highs, Dick slowly fucked the last of his cum into your pussy.

He stayed inside of you completely still, for just a moment before pulling out, and swiftly pulling up your panties. Your pussy still filled with his cum. You watched, dazed as he zipped up his pants, and fixed your dress.

“Come on baby, you don't wanna be late”

A/N This is my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoyed it! I am hoping to do more and I am open to tips and requests <3

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lockboxbooks · 7 months

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A Heroic Quid Pro Quo (Male, futa, and female) An Open RP

Elastigirl was looking for a lead against a new villainess, a villainess your muse has worked for in the past. This was a perfect opportunity to prove yourself an asset with knowledge of a variety of villains and ingratiate yourself to the hero community. Your muse has Elastigirl meet at a decoy home you own, its there you state what you want in exchange for the critical information: you want one night with Elastigirl. If she lets your muse hit and quit it, you'll give her everything she could ask for and more.

#open rp #open starter #open smut rp #roleplay #the incredibles #elastigirl #mrs incredible #helen parr #smut #superhero

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 18 days

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Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

PT.2

Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

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When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

#yandere superhero #yandere alien #yandere x reader #f! reader #yandere dubcon #yandere teratophilia #villain! reader #sanyuthewitch05 #yandere smut

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growingexjocks · 5 months

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Chubby Hawks MHA

All of the following art credits go to the artist linked here. I love the way he makes Hawks look like a hero that can't help but stuff himself with fast food after a day's hard work on the job ;). I don't like the show or manga as much anymore, but Hawks is probably one of my all-time favorites in terms of character design.

#ex jock #exjock #fat belly #puffy abs #abs bloat #lost his abs #mha fanart #mha #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks smut #takami keigo #fat hawks #fat mha #fat bnha #fat superhero #fat anime

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superhero--imagines · 2 years

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A/N: NSFW Content

Dick

He blinks. Collectively, he knows what this means—the arched back, the hazy look in your eyes, mouth parted, and the tremor that runs through your body—but the tip is barley inside.

Your heavy breaths are confirmation, a grin stretching across his face.

“God, you’re so good for me,” a thumb caresses your cheek. “Give me another, maybe two more, okay?”

Jason

He’d half expected it. He had been teasing you mercilessly, he didn’t expect you to last long.

But god, it was just one thrust.

He feels pride swell in his chest as you crumple against him, half-whispers half-sobs of his name tumbling past your lips. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you.”

#batman imagine #dc comics imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick Grayson x reader #dick Grayson smut #Jason Todd smut #smut #superhero--imagines

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thewritermj · 6 months

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cameras flashes, that's how we crashed

battinson!bruce wayne X reader

part 1

summary: on a press conference, bruce finds a journalist who's up to his standards

warnings: usual gotham violence, quick discrimination of a serial killer, not actually smut in this, but in the future so NSFW MDNI

a/n: forgive any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language!!! Bruce lives in the manor instead of the Wayne Towers cuz I like the manor vibe more, also I kinda picture Jim Gordon from the Gotham Tv show, cuz I love that version but it doesn't really matters lol. (nothing said above is useful for this reading but I just thought you should know) also, this takes place one year after the movie

Bruce sat quietly on the car, the ride was awfully short. He wished he had more time to mentally prepare to his first press conference. He was a recluse for most part of his life, but after the scandal about The Gotham Renewal Program, people deserved to know the truth. And the idea of continuing his family legacy of charity and philanthropy wasn’t all bad and kept Alfred out of his nerves for a while.

And even tough Bruce Wayne could crack a fake smile to the cameras, throw charity galas and events, the true help came at night. The only possible salivation Gotham could have, the real way he could help the city was as Vengeance. The Batman. He didn’t think of himself as a hero, or a vigilante, more of a necessary evil; all the violence and anger, the rage and the darkness of his work, his project; people would be outraged if they found out they were the same man.

“We’re here, Mr. Wayne” The driver announced.

Alfred, who as sitting across from Bruce on the limo closed the papers he was reading and smiles softly.

“Ready, master Bruce?”

Bruce sighs.

“Not really”

The car parked inside the underground garage of the Wayne Enterprises, Bruce and Alfred made their way to the elevator, not a word was said.

Bruce stole a glance at his reflection on the mirror. A black suit Alfred picked for him, a W embroidery on its lapel, his hair was short now, shorter than he liked, all slicked back by hair gel, but nothing could hide the dark circles under his eyes or the lack of sun colour on his skin. Sometimes, just sometimes, Bruce wishes he didn’t have to wear normal clothes, to comb his hair, ties his bottoms; he wishes he could live inside the Batsuit. He felt like the suit was his own skin, her armour, him and Batman were on, there was no Bruce Wayne without Vengeance, they were bonded forever and could never be separated from each other. He wish they could, he wish he could be Batman alone; no press conferences, no reports, paparazzi, no “Bruce Wayne crowned prince of Gotham.”

The elevator stops and the door open. Alfred goes our first and greet some people outside, telling them where to go.

“You have 10 minutes, Bruce.” He warns, “I’ll get them stared and you wait here till I call you”

Bruce nods.

He sits down on a leather couch and waits, starring at the glass doors. All the reports and journalists waiting for him, men and women, from Gotham and other places of the world.

He’s nervous. Not nervous like he is before a fight, nervous he will be put on a corner, that he’ll be catch on a lie, nervous someone knows. It’s like someone in the next room it’s just waiting for him to appears, to stand up from their chair and ask ‘Are you the Batman?’

“Ladies and gentleman, Bruce Wayne” Alfred announces from the stage and glances at him.

Bruce works on his better smile he can put on and enters the stage; he’s received with thunderous applauses and blinding cameras flashes. He waves and sit on a chair, in a wooden desk in front of him is a glass of water and a microphone.

“Let’s get, started then” Alfred said, pointing to a woman in a grey dress standing with a microphone in her hand.

“Mr. Wayne, why did you decided to throw a press conference after years of reclusiveness?”

Bruce leans into her direction a bit.

“Well, I think all the events of the past year made me realize how much the Wayne Foundation means to Gotham and I’ve been a little reckless with that matter”

It was a good answer, he thought.

The following questions were easy too, “Mr. Wayne, how do you plan on taking care of the raised money? To prevent anything to happen again”, “What’s the difference between the Wayne Foundation and the Gotham Renewal Program?”, “What projects do you have in mind?”, and of course, some shallow questions, “What brand is your suit?”, “What car do you drive?”, question he almost laughed at. Did people actually wanted to know that?

Bruce was thinking how the conference was going well, easy, almost, not as he had pictured it before. Until…

“Mr. Wayne, what do you think about The Batman?”

He flinched for half a second, he opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Another woman asked something he didn’t quite hear with all that was going on inside his head, but the word Batman was also there. And then another, and another…

“Mr. Wayne, what do you think about The Batman?”

The room turned into a complete circus. Grown adults talking over each other, fighting for a turn on the microphone.

You rolled your eyes. This happens every time, someone thinks about the name Batman and suddenly everyone has something to say. What does it matter Bruce Wayne’s thought of the Batman? There were so much important questions to be asked, so much more to discover about that man’s life and projects than a simple opinion.

You were begging to regret the moment you accepted the offer to come to this conference. You weren’t a regular journalist, you didn’t know how to write an article about the weather, fashion trends, social events, you wrote about thing most journalist didn’t want to, thing that most people were scare to read. People scared of the truth. You weren’t. You would dig and dig until the raw verity came to surface, it didn’t matter where or who you had to dig.

The man who had introduced Mr. Wayne appeared again and announced the press conference. No fucking way, no without the answers you wanted, you didn’t take this job to watch other people ruin it.

Slowly, you got up from your sit and walked towards the person who as holding the microphone and gently pull it away from his hands.

“Mr. Wayne…” but the voices around you were too loud.

You gave the head of the mic a flick, the loud keen sound made the room come silent.

“Sorry.” You apologized. “Mr. Wayne, why did you felt the urge to re-open the school project at the marginalized neighbourhoods of Gotham after your father failed attempted?”

The men was halfway leaving, but he turned around reluctant, staring right at you. Those piercing blue eyes roaming your face.

“Well, I believe the project needs a second chance. Children and teenagers should be given a chance to have a good education, it helps getting them out of the streets.” He answered, without the microphone his voice was low, but the silence of the room let you hear him loud and clear. “Who do you write for?”

“The Gotham Gazette” You answered proudly.

Mr. Wayne whispered something to the other man and sat back at the chair.

“Do you have any more questions, Miss…?”

You smile politely and told him your name.

“Would you say that the Wayne Foundation has an impact outside of Gotham?”

A ghost of a smile appeared on the man’s lips. You shook the urge to smile back at him.

You could tell he was a bit nervous, but he had answered the questions with manners and the right words, maybe he didn’t notice, but he’s quite good at it.

“Yes. I think the work we do on the Foundation inspires people to do the same. If it works out, we can show the world that if there was hope for Gotham there’s hope for them too”

“Do you think there’s hope for Gotham?” You asked, out of spite, because you didn’t write it down before the press.

His lips contracted to a thin line and he thought of it for a few seconds before answering:

“Yes. As long as people like me and you care about what happens here, there’s still hope for the city”

You smiles.

“People like me?”

“You seem to know a lot about the charity work, and you care enough to show it to the world”

Your smile grew bigger and you felt a hint of warm rushing through your cheeks.

Mr. Wayne answered a few more of your questions before the press conference was over.

You were, oh, so proud of yourself. The information you gathered was perfect for what you had in mind and for sure, you could make it a good article. An admiring of the Wayne legacy, that’s what you called yourself. It has always called out to you what that wealth family did; they had no obligation to do it, to donate not just money, but time and resources to help those who couldn’t have what they did, to make Gotham something to be proud of. It’s a shame they never lived long enough to cure it, to heal it. However, you hoped that, maybe, Bruce did. At least he sound determined to.

You gathered your things and your purse, but as you made your way to the elevator, a woman dresses on formal clothes approached you with a clean, sharp smile that made her look like a dental paste commercial.

“Excuse me, miss. Would you mind, following me?”

You frowned.

“Ahn…What for?”

“Mr. Wayne wishes to speak to you” She explained and her smile somehow grew wider.

Standing there for a few seconds, all you could do was nod as you followed her through a long corridor. What was happening right now? He wants to speak to you? Bruce Wayne wishes to speak to a journalist in private? And more important, to you.

She opened a door to a breath-taking office.

Right in front of you was a full wall window, a panoramic view of Gotham in all its “glory”, skyscrapers, apartment buildings, the clock tower, the bridge of the river, the field behind the road, you could see everything from up there. There was a wooden desk in front of the window, quite empty, and a chair that looked more comforting than any other you had ever sat.

When the woman closed the door behind you, your attention changed to the man standing on your left. Bruce Wayne was staring at you dead in the eyes with a facial expression of someone who just saw a ghost.

This guy seriously need some sunbathing. You shook that thought out of your head.

“Mr. Wayne. You wanted to speak to me?”

“Yes” His raspy voice responded. “Sit, please”

You took a seat on one of the chairs in front of the chair and he sat opposite of you, behind the desk, diving completely into the velvet chair. He crosses his fingers and stares at you again. It made you a little uncomfortable, he did that a lot, like a hunter watching its prey.

“So…”

“I’ve searched your work. You’re really good.”

“Thank you, sir”

“You won a Pulitzer, am I right?”

“Yes, a few years ago”

When did he get the time to read all this information? It’s not like you’re super famous, even the Pulitzer wasn’t a very known prize if you didn’t know the industry.

“For a book about a serial killer in Detroit” He said, a voice that verged into an interrogation tone. “The Divine Move?”

You blinked a few times.

“I…Yes. Nathan Walters.”

He lifted his eyebrows just an inch, telling you to continue the story.

You cleared your throat.

“He uh, he used to be the altar boy of the neighbourhood church and he chose his victims based on the sins he supposed they’ve committed.” You’ve shorten it, you couldn’t understand why a billionaire was asking you about the modus operandi of a criminal who was thousands of miles away. “Why are you asking me this, if I may ask, Mr. Wayne?”

“You’re an investigative journalist. Why are you attending press conferences of a random billionaire?”

You supressed a laugh. Random.

“I grew up here, sir. I’ve always admired your family work, I took the opportunity when it was offered to me.”

“You seem to know a lot about my family history.”

“Like I said, I’m just an admiring. Although, I once thought of writing a book about the Wayne Legacy. Your legacy, sir.”

“Your legacy, sir”.

Bruce looked down at his cufflinks, the W prominent on a silvery material.

His legacy.

He once thought the Wayne Foundation was his legacy. But now he knew, his true legacy came in a bat shaped suit and sleepless nights; it came on purple coloured bruises and blood stained clothes.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well…it’s very hard to write about something when you only get superficial information.”

You were nervous, he could tell. You kept staring at the view behind him, or at your shoes, tanking a little too long to answer his questions. He wondered how could a journalist gets nervous, almost shy.

He gave you a puzzled look, not using any words to express his question. But you understood it.

“Using material that was wrote by someone else. All the records and stories about your parents have already been wrote by someone else before me, so I couldn’t say it was my work, could I?”

He hummed.

Bruce took a sigh. Maybe. Maybe this was a good idea, it could keep him in a good status with the press, plus, he’d be able to hide even further down his secret identity, having a journalist with him every day? No one would suspect his the Batman.

“There are stories and details that haven’t been told.”

You bit your lower lip.

He stared at you.

“What are you implying, sir?”

“If I tell you the stories, would you write it?”

You almost passed out.

Would you?

Who could say they had a proposal like that? Dig into the secrets of the Wayne family?

“Yes”.

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a/n2: aaaah this is actually so boring I'm so sorry, also I think I made bruce a little more talkative than I would've but anyways I may change it yet.

a special thank you to @preciouslandmermaid for inspiring me to finally write this!! <3

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multifandomworldsposts · 6 months

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Day 24 of Kinktober: Saved By Superman

pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader

warning: abduction, eating out, oral sex, unprotected sex

10 YEARS AGO (Y/N’s POV)

I’m in American History 1 and hell, the questions on our assignment is soo confusing like, when did JFK got assassinated and when did Nixon resign, like I don’t know these questions and our teacher makes no sense on what we’re learning about. Clark is in the same class and he would help me on what the questions are about and what our tests are going to have.

At some point Clark and I were study partners and thanks to him, I passed American History! Ever since then Clark and I have been friends and we would tell each other about anything about our personal lives and we would do anything together, but a lot of people from school would say that we’re dating but we’re not.

Eventually, we separate because I go to Kansas University for a photography degree, which is far away from Smallville and we lost contact with each other.

PRESENT TIME

I begin to wash my dishes and I see on my TV that there’s another unusual event happened today, of course, but I see a hero saving the person from the building, why does he looks familiar? They show the hero and it’s Clark? I never knew that he’s, Superman? What’s going on?

I drive back to my hometown, Smallville, and what’s happening? I see this figure approaching my car but it’s flying? The hell? I blackout.

I wake up at some room that I’ve never seen or been into before. I hear something or someone walking towards me, I look where I hear the noise and it’s someone in a costume.

“Who are you?” I question.

“I can ask you the same thing.” The voice said back.

I try to move around but I’m tied up with chains? I want to get the hell out of here.

“Can I at least get a name from you?” I said to the voice.

“Zod.” The voice answered.

Zod? I don’t know who that is. He walked up and I immediately realized that he went to the same high school as Clark and me, I remember he was a little weird and many kids made fun of him.

“You know who I am now?” He says.

“Now I do. Why do you want me here?” I asked.

“To get answers.” His voice changed.

“Okay? What?”

“Who is Superman?” He says.

“I don’t know, I really don’t.” I answer.

“You know! You used to be buddies with him.” He said.

“What?” I ask.

“Don’t lie to me!” He approaches to my face.

“I’m not lying.” I confess.

He backs up to give me some space. I can tell he thinks I’m still lying. He eventually went upstairs and I hear the door locking, I want to leave so fucking bad!

One day, I hear noises upstairs and I hear the door opening. Someone running downstairs and it’s Clark, he looks different than the last time I ever saw him. He releases me from the chains and I hold on to him until he flies away from the room I was in.

We arrive at some house I never seen before, it’s Clark’s house, god he changed.

He lays me down on his couch.

“Thank you for saving me.” I say.

“Anytime for a friend.” He smiles.

He gets some medicine to help the swelling and wounds on my wrists to heal.

“I never knew that you’re Superman, Clark.” I said looking at him.

“I’ve been my whole life.” He said wrapping elastic bandage on my wrists.

“You never told me that ever in high school Clark.” I say holding my hands still.

“I thought you would tell people.” He said softly.

“You know me, I would never do that in the history of our friendship Clark, you know I wouldn’t.” I confess.

He knows I’m telling the truth.

Eventually, we talked about what’s been going on in our lives recently.

“How’s your mom?” I ask.

“She talks about you still.” He says.

“She misses you.” He smiled.

“Really? I haven’t seen her in so long.” That’s so sweet.

After that conversation, we talked about other things, such as, who we dated when we separated.

“Did you ever dated anyone while I was gone?” I question.

“Never.” He replied.

“I highly doubt that Clark. A bunch of girls threw themselves at you and gave me death threats.” I said.

“I never dated anyone Y/N and I remember those death threats, I know some of them are married or still dating someone.” He smirks.

“You know I, actually had a crush on someone in high school.” I look down and look up at Clark.

“Who? Come on Y/N/N, I can see you blushing.” He says egging me on.

“You.” I gulped.

“Me? Why’s that?” He says.

“Ever since you helped me with homework and all.” I confess.

“Really? I kinda did as well." He confesses.

I blush. I can't believe this. we both had crushes on each other since we met.

He leans into kiss me, and I kiss him back. I tug on his hair but I wince by my wrists. Clark picks me up to take us to his bathroom, he sets me on the counter and starts the water from the tub, I try to take my clothes off but Clark stops me to take my clothes off instead, he picks me up again to put me in tub. The water felt so good. Clark takes his shirt off, he’s definitely changed. He comes in the tub with me and makes me get closer to him and kisses me again.

After us in the tub Clark washed me off but the blood and the dirt off my body, he takes us to his bed and lays me down on it, which is really comfortable.

“Try to get some sleep Y/N.” He says about to leave.

“Can you stay in here with me?” I say looking at where Clark is.

“If you want me to.” He asks.

“Please?” I say.

He lays down with me and I sleep instantly.

2 HOURS LATER

I wake up with a feeling in my clit, I look down to see Clark eating me out, I moan, when I did that Clark kept on eating me out but a little bit deeper, I gasp and I tug on his hair. He stops eating me out and starts to give me love bites near my clit, I scream again. I never imagined he’s this good.

After Clark eating me out, he comes up to face me and begins to fuck me, I scream again, he goes in and out of me but he goes faster. Our moans and grunts fills up in the room and skin slapping against each other. I’m so glad he saved me.

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certain-tax-fact · 3 days

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#redroselacubana #eren smut #aestethic #jin #male ed #superheroes #paleoart #dystopia #red hood #retro aesthetic #yuta #ship dynamics #korn #draw #sanriocore

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available-energy · 7 days

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#redroselacubana #eren smut #chloe grace moretz #aestethic #chuck and blair #jin #across the spiderverse #male ed #laura lux #superheroes #paleoart

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lillotus17 · 1 month

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INTERTWINED SERIES (Spidermen!ENHA) Preview

SYNOPSIS: After being dead for two minutes and then brought back to life thanks to your coworker you start to get these weird visions of future events just minutes before they happen. During a train ride you witness the murder of three teenage boys in broad daylight and then suddenly the next second they're sitting back down in their seats, alive and breathing. Despite the want you have to keep your peace and leave it alone, you can't help but get a very bad feeling and it only intensifies when you recognize the man that murdered them in your vision three train carts away and walking in your guys' direction. Shoving the three boys off of the train, saving their lives, risking your own, and being accused of kidnapping was not on your bucket list after surviving death. You don't have any clue what is going on or what in the hell you're gonna do to help these three boys but thankfully the four of you bump into some help along the way.

RELEASE DATE: TBD

PAIRING: EnhaHyung!Line X Fem. Reader, Spider-men!EnhaHyungLine x Madame Webb!Reader, Superhero!EnhaHyungLine x Clairvoyant!Reader, Spider!EnhaHyungLine x Paramedic!Reader, [ft. Enha Kim Sunoo (Anya Corazon), Yang Jungwon (Julia Cornwall), and Nishimura Riki (Mattie Franklin); TXT Yeonjun (Ezekial Sims), Choi Soobin (Ben Parker), mentions of Choi Beomgyu (Richard Parker); Shin Ryujin (Mary Parker); more to be added].

GENRE: Superhero AU, Romance, Action, Comedy, Angst, Strangers to Allies to Friends to Lovers, polyamorous relationship, (let me know if I forgot anything) more to be added!

WARNINGS: profanity, sexual/suggestive content (intercourse, oral, masturbation, phone sex, sexting, etc) ONLY WRITTEN FOR HYUNG LINE, MINORS DNI (you WILL be removed/blocked), poly relationship, drinking/consuming alcohol, feminine pronouns/terms used for reader, MADAME WEBB SPOLIERS!!! If you haven't watched it already! This is based on the MADAME WEBB MOVIE with some twist added into it! Let me know if I forgot anything at all!

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of FICTION! This is not meant to portray any of the Enhypen Members or other mentioned idols in any way or shape or form.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES/GIFS THAT MAY BE/ARE USED IN MY WRITING. IMAGES CREATED BY ME WILL HAVE MY WATERMARK OR BE COPYRIGHTED! THE MOOD BOARDS USED FOR THIS SERIES ARE ONES I PUT TOGETHER ON MY OWN BUT THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE!

ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNERS/CREATORS!

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.

P.S. if you haven't already, you should definitely check out @artysse (credited) on TIKTOK! If you already have, then you know that it's an ENHA Fan Art Account of Spider ENHA! It's really fucking awesome! Go show some love!

NOT PROOF READ: Apologies for any grammatical errors, my loves!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place in New York, with mentions of South Korea and Japan. Reader is the same age as Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon. Jungwon, Sunoo, and Niki are the same age, in high school, and have a slightly bigger age gap between them and hyung line. Time gaps, mentions of MCU universe events/milestones. Slight spider-verse au, hyung line are all from different universes! Also note that maknae line don't have their spider powers (yet) because they develop it in series. ENHA hyungs already have their powers when they meet Y/N and the other boys.

CAST:

Y/N L/N as Cassandra (Cassie) Webb/Madame Webb

Yang Jungwon as Julia Cornwall (Carpenter in the Comics)/Arachne/Spider-(Wo)man

Kim Sunoo as Anya Corazon/Arana

Nishmura Riki (Niki) as Martha (Mattie) Franklin/Spider-(Wo)man

Lee Heeseung as Peter Parker (Tom Holland Universe)/Spider-Man

Park Jongseong (Jay) as Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield Universe)/Spider-Man

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) as Miles Morales (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Man

Park Sunghoon as Gwen Stacy (Spider-Verse)/Spider-Gwen/Ghost Spider

More to be added!

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 8 days

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Yandere Superhero x Villain! Reader pt. 2

TW: Smut, inflation(stomach expansion), hyper ejaculation, hypercum, extremely large cock

Wanna buy me a coffee?: ☕

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Ever since Krouken has changed your DNA, your relationship with him has been moving fast. You went from cuddles and fluffy actions to having a full-blown sexfest every day when your body developed enough Plutonian features like thicker skin, stronger lungs, increased libido, and stamina. You don't know if it's because of the DNA changes, but you went along with Krouken's plan of breeding the next generation of Plutonians.

"Bend over and hold your ankles," Krouken says, waking up with you.

You obey him and hold your ankles, revealing your naked pussy to your boyfriend. Krouken uses his alien dick, so swollen with cum that it's the size of a fire log, and sticks it inside your pussy. Your walls stretch from his size, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" You chant, feeling Krouken thrust into you.

"That's right, baby. Take my seed like the good mate you are," Krouken encourages, spanking your ass. "You're doing so well obeying my orders. Keep holding your ankles for a little more."

"Yes, sir," You reply, drool going down your mouth.

"Ah-ha!" You and Krouken moan as he empties his seed into you.

Thick streams of cum cover your walls, and you sigh as you orgasm. Krouken pulls out of you, and you stand up. Arousal begins in your body again, and you position Krouken's dick at your entrance. He grabs your legs, holding them near his head, and thrusts into you as you swing your body back and forth onto his crotch.

"Oh, shit, princess, you've been such a freak these past few days," Krouken says, enjoying the new position you're in.

You're too busy enjoying dick to notice his compliment. He spits in your open mouth, and you swallow it like a bitch in heat. Cum starts from the previous session starts to leak from your pussy, and he quickly cums in your pussy. A smile plasters your face, feeling like utter bliss.

"We're not done yet, princess. My dick is still swollen," Krouken teases, gently slapping your cheeks. "Pull out and assume any position on the bed."

He lets go of your legs, and you pull his dick out. Cum drips down your legs, mixing with the sweat. You put your body in a mating press position and wait for Krouken. He crawls onto the bed and kisses you, sucking on your tongue. Spit goes down both of your mouths as he uses his hands to scoop some of the cum from your legs back into your pussy.

"Are you ready for me to properly breed you? This time I'll be shooting more cum into your hole," Krouken asks, feeling how wet you are.

"Breed me, 'Ken. Fill me up with your seed," You reply, your body preparing itself for the extreme fucking.

"I'm so glad to see how enthusiastic you are about my mating rituals," Krouken comments, sticking his cock in your cum covered pussy.

He starts slow, licking the spit off your lips. You hold your legs tighter in anticipation as his Plutonian cock gets to work. You can feel it moving back and forth like a worm as he thrusts. You can hear the sound of his cum sloshing inside your pussy, and you start to tap out from the pleasure.

"Nope, baby, you need to stay awake," Krouken says, twisting your nipples hard.

"Yes, sir!" You squeal, wishing he'd go faster.

Krouken laughs softly and starts to move faster. Your moans become screams as your new body feels such inhuman pleasure for the first time. The bed is shaking like there's a 7.0 earthquake, and your lamp from his nightstand falls and breaks. The bed posts break, sending the mattress to the floor, causing Krouken's cock to be pushed deeper inside you. This sends you both over the edge, and Earth-shattering orgasms leave your body.

"Baby, I'm emptying out," Krouken moans, going still and holding your hands.

Krouken's sperm-swollen cock empties into your pussy, flooding it with his cum. Your stomach grows from the amount of cum, and by the time he's done, you feel like you ate a seven-course meal. Your cum mixes with his, and you let go of your legs.

"Sit up. There's one more reward," Krouken says, pulling out of you, his cock back to its normal size.

You sit up, and he pumps his cock a few more times. Gallons of cum spurt out of his cock like a tidal wave, covering you in his cum, painting your body a milky white.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm so glad you chose to be mine," Krouken coos, hugging your sticky body.

"I'm glad, too. It's not like I could fuck any other dick after being with you. My pussy only fits your dick now," You say, kissing Krouken.

"Aw, I'm so glad you think that way. Now let's clean you up and get that cum off your body and into your pussy where it belongs," Krouken replies, picking you up and walking to the bathroom.

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