#wonder!reader

[invincibledc]

||Pretty boy headcannons with wonderboy!reader and supersons||

Pretty boy!reader who literally used his sword once for a perfect eyeliner shape

Pretty boy!reader who is always called pretty boy by Damian when frustrated. Even Damian hates how he can’t insult the boy he tries to hate and insult on so hard.

Pretty boy!reader who has Jon always asking what eyeliner he uses. Jon just wants to know so he can try and surprise you with more small makeup products you look at.

Pretty boy!reader who dick calls the “future pretty boy of heroes.” Dick cries at night knowing his title will be taken. But he’s glad it’s you.

Pretty boy!reader tries to deny that he isn’t that pretty. But he literally is the most prettiest boy in metropolis and Gotham. And the superson trio

Pretty boy!reader who once got asked for a model agency when he was trying to save people from harm.

Pretty boy!reader who sometimes gets asked if he is a model. He has to say no to many times he can’t count.

Pretty boy!reader who actually model walks around his house, stopping when embarrassed when Jon walked in amused. Jon immediately calls Damian asking if any model agencies are open.

Pretty boy!reader who has long eyes lashes that even girls who admire him, hate him.

[butwhyduh]

What do you think about damijon x reader? It's a concept I've seen a few times, and it's pretty neat. Part of me is super into it when the reader is like an amazon, just because the parallel is there between their little group and the big three. I'd love to hear your opinion on the matter.

Also: "Getting a girlfriend, Kent. I hope you're a fan of distractions." "Does this mean you don't want to hold hands with us?" "...I didn't say that."

Awwww that’s adorable. Superwonderbat gen 2.0. Obviously I mean when they are both grown.

I feel like it would have to be the reader and Jon that start dating and they both admit they have a crush on Damian.

“Who doesn’t think Nightwing is hot?” Jon joked.

“Exactly. It’s totally natural,” you said. “Nightwing and Flamebird are both way too hot. Like sometimes I don’t even understand how attractive you both are.”

“Aww, Thanks. I wish I could date you both sometimes,” Jon said and you laughed.

“Yeah. Same.”

……

“Maybe…”

“You think-“

“Why not?”

“The worst thing he could say is no.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…”

“Are we gonna ask him?”

“Absolutely.”

——————————

3 days later

Damian was sitting by a gargoyle on a roof in Gotham when you both flew over. You sat on one side and Jon the other. Damian looked between your both who were watching him.

“What brings you here?” He asked. Cassandra wasn’t near as strict a Batman as Bruce had been but she did try to limit metas working in her city. Damian tried to honor it when he could.

“We were wanting to talk to you,” Jon said.

“Yes, so we were thinking, Dami,” you said taking his face in your hands. Damian stiffened. He knew Amazonians were more free with affection but he wasn’t. “We want you.”

“You want me,” he asked. “What does that mean? Jon, what is she talking about?”

“We want to be with you. As a couple,” jon said gently. Damian turned to look at him but you turned his face back to yours. He didn’t slip out of your hands the way he could.

“We both have interests in you, Damian Wayne,” you stated and he pulled back from you only to bump into Jon who stabilized Damian. “Please don’t leave. We want to talk. My people don’t define relationships so strictly as they do here but I know this is different.”

“I- I need to think,” Damian said, gently pulling himself away from you both. You nodded.

“Take your time. We’ll be okay no matter what your answer,” Jon said. Damian nodded roughly. He had had a crush on Jon since they had met as kids and on you when he met you a few years later. He looked between your faces. Didn’t you know he wasn’t good like you both? He had killed. He had done things he can’t take back. But no, you both looked at Damian like he was the moon.

“How would it work?” He finally asked. You grinned and Jon huffed out a little laugh.

“Terms and conditions? Ever a bat,” he laughed. “We take care of each other. We keep it between the three of us.”

You nodded agreement. “Sex is as you wish or not if you don’t wish. We just want to love you, Damian.” Your frankness was always so startling to Damian. He stepped a little closer.

“What do we- what do we call it?” He asked.

“Poly or sometimes I’ve heard it called a throuple,” Jon answered. “I’d just say I’m lucky to have a boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Are you thinking about it?” You asked. “Do you want to try?”

Damian stood silent for a moment. “I guess. Yes.”

You grinned and clapped your hands together and Jon huffed out a laugh. Damian let his lip turn up in the corner. You moved over to next to Damian. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Damian answered after a second.

You turned to Jon who had come close and asked him, “can I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

“Can you kiss each other?” You asked and they both nodded. You gently cupped Damian’s face and kissed him softly on the lips. His lips were cold in the windy Gotham air. You pulled back only to kiss Jon. His lips were warm as always. Then you gently cupped both of their heads as Jon bent closer to kiss Damian. You couldn’t help but watch them both.

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4 days later, Wayne manor

“Damian, I approve of your relationships but I must insist you and your partners take your kissing sessions elsewhere besides the rooftops,” Bruce said from his chair. His old back injury was flaring up again. Damian froze before nodding.

[justiceleaguelog]

I REBUKE THEE DEMON

Jason: Y/N Prince, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!

Wonder!Reader: Rebuke? Is that a word?

Jason: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!

Wonder!Reader: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

[shortnsweetsposts]

Damian: Prince, your size nor your mouth intimidate me.

Jon: wat

Wonder!reader: Pardon me?

Damian: “Pardon me?” Oh, don't we get posh?

[rawme-price]

141!reader that all of the guys are lowkey interested in. Its kinda hard not to be when you save their asses on the regular and do so with such confidence u look like a god.

But none of them make any moves to flirt with u, all too aware of how the others feel and not wanting to risk friendships over something that may not even work out. Or...at least they didnt until gaz and ghost overhear u chatting with some friends in the lounge.

"-No im serious, hes hot as fuck." You seem to be halfway through a very impassioned argument, if ur friends snort is anything to go by. "No! No. Hear me out- youve not seen the way his arms bulge when hes shooting. Or heard his voice over comms."

"I swear, I gotta hold back from offering a warm hole anytime I see him. Or offering a hand in marriage, im not picky." Suddenly their crushes become very important, its obvious ur talking about one of them.

"Remind me which one of them this is?" Ur friend asks, but before you can respond a phone rings. Your voice pauses, and sounds closer to the door as you say "hang on, I gotta take this, see you tomorrow!"

Just like that, ur stepping out of the door, phone to ur ear and waving at ghost and gaz as you pass. Completely unaware of what they overheard and the internal panic its causing.

[ashcremated]

he was a celestial immortal demoted to volcano spirit, he was a cultivator on a mission to kill demons, can i make it even more obvious? lil bday gift for @ranilla-bean, hi fratm di brutte vibes 💕 xianxia au century egg pookie be upon ye 💋💋🍋🌋🌋

[zephyrchama]

There was a twinge of worry in Beelzebub's voice when you picked up his phone call. There was hardly any delay between the time you accepted the call and him going, "hey. Is Belphie with you? I can't find him. He's not in the attic, or our room, or the kitchen."

"Yeah, he's with me," you replied. Beelzebub exhaled a sigh of relief. You didn't have to look far to confirm the Avatar of Sloth was slouched against your shoulder. "He's taking a na-"

"I'm protecting you." Belphegor slurred his words as he stirred back to consciousness. His arm coiled around your lower back. Maybe he was still in dreamland.

You held the phone away from your mouth to explain, "Beel's on the phone. Do you want to talk to him?"

Belphegor huffed and dug his forehead into your shoulder with closed eyes. "Just tell him I'm protecting you."

"Um. Okay." You turned your attention back to the phone. "Belphie wants you to know that he's protecting me."

"That's great," his twin responded. "From what?"

"I... don't know."

You pressed your cheek against Belphegor's head to ask, "hey, Belphie? Whatcha protecting me from?"

He grumbled several sleepy little groans before insisting, once again, "I'm protecting you." There was no further elaboration.

"Cool, thanks."

Back into the receiver, you explained, "I have no idea, but he's protecting me."

"That's great," Beelzebub repeated.

[3p1logu3]

CAT FACTS ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ; ft rin itoshi

in an attempt to get back at your evil ex boyfriend, you settle on sending ominous, but harmless cat facts to his number. maybe you should've double checked the digits you typed in though... whoopies!

cw, rin itoshi x gn!reader , college/uni au , fluff/silly , kira is ex bf

p2 (written)

©3p1logu3 all rights reserved. please do not repost my work. if u enjoyed pls consider following, commenting or reblogging :3333

thanku 2 @.naijmi on wattpad

[that1notetaker]

Unnatural World Disaster x Love & Peace. You'll never guess which is which

[defire]

Tropes that always give me whumperflies

Content: noncon nudity, manhandling, injuries, beating, fear, defiant/stoic whumpee

Throwing whumpee onto their knees before the enemy leader and holding them there by the back of the neck

Whumpee half-curled into a fetal position as they're being relentlessly kicked

Whumpee forced to strip. And doing so flushing and getting ashamed.

Whumpee shuddering and shaking from exhaustion caused by screaming, resisting, and fear

Wiping blood off hastily, grabbing injuries, making faces as they try not to cry

Ripping their pants down or shirt up so roughly it jerks whumpee's body

The broken sob that's kind of the end of a cry they barely managed to hold in

Whumpee feeling stupid, humiliated, even though anyone would, in their position

Sweating, swallowing, and keeping their face under control, trembling as they are inspected

Being twisted by the wrist, spun around, and slammed face-first into a wall or desk

Compromising positions like whumper sitting on their butt, in a non-sexual, violent way that just emphasizes the desperate physical struggle.

Grabbing them by the face to look at them and make snide observations about how scared they are

Slapping whumpee in the cheek

Small whumpees being thrown around and restrained physically by big whumpers

Grabbing their hair to slam them into the wall and whispering something in their ear that makes whumpee grimace

"turn around and face the wall."

Slapping a knife wound or gunshot injury and whumpee winces, cries and curls over the injury

A sarcastic remark dying on whumpee's lips as they see what whumper brought to beat them with

A stoic whumpee after a long time of taking a beating with only grunts of pain, groaning as a bone is broken, and as whumper raises their boot to kick again, whumpee hoarsely cries "wait wait, please! --please wait!"

[invincibledc]

Imagine omegaverse!superson trio, the tallest of of all, WonderBoy!Reader aka Y/N Prince is surprisingly an omega while the other two are alphas.

Having to share the Amazon male, cute little puppy love as Jon always wraps his arm around the boy’s arm with Damian always giving small gifts to Prince. Spoiling the poor boy who hates this, he hates being an omega. But he hates to admit he loves being pampered.

Years later to the boys being older, Damian bought Jon and you promise rings. Jon ugly cried while you just smiled at it.

This was your life as an omega to your childhood lovers.

[kedsandtubesocks]

Sunday Sunlight

michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader

summary: a glimpse into a slow cozy day with you and your growing little family

word count: 1.8k

content warnings/tags: 18+ only, girl dad!Robby, toddler fic, mentions of unspecified age gap, reader is pregnant, cozy & sweet fluff, husband!Robby & married goodness, introspective moments (thoughts of self doubt and internal struggle), parenting themes, jealous Robby with a splash of protective tenderness, soft domesticity vibes, light baseball discussion

a/n: my first ever fic for the Pitt & I’m so grateful getting to write it for the A Doctor A Day Writing Challenge [ #5 “tell me the truth, am I losing you for good?” + black] thank you so much @letsgobarbs @clubsoft & @ananonymousaffair for hosting this! And a sweet extra thanks to @jolapeno for cheering me on & giving me the push to post this

Robby didn’t believe his days could ever look like this. Soft warm spring light fills a cozy living room. The faint sounds of the Pirates game is on the tv -

And his daughter happily takes his full focus.

Her toys litter the carpet with no regard for any foot traffic and frankly, Robby doesn’t care that much either.

Your little girl is happily engrossed with the toddler hospital checkup playset Abbot got her this year for her birthday. She’s been obsessed with it, barely knows what she’s doing, but Robby can’t tear his eyes away from her.

Especially now as she readily tries to fix her Winnie the Pooh bear lying ready for examination on the pull out countertop.

Her face scrunched up in deep concentration looks exactly like yours as her chubby little hands clumsily put on the stethoscope.

“What’s your diagnosis, doc?” Robby asks her while he slowly sits up to move closer to her.

“Sick.” She quips simply, and his lips twitch amused.

“Did you check his heart? Make sure he’s okay.” He gently touches the center of the stuffed bear’s chest. Immediately his daughter, instead of using the stethoscope, leans down to press her ear against his chest.

Robby can’t help it, he laughs.

“Good, that’s a good start.” He reassures her.

Gently, he moves the colorful child sized stethoscope to sit on her properly. She eagerly roams the diaphragm all around the fuzzy bear’s tummy, diligently searching for something with it.

“Try to find the heartbeat.” He tells her patiently.

Robby then makes the familiar heart beat thump himself with a hum. Her eyes bloom surprised, becoming little bright stars.

She’s so smart, so damn quick. Immediately her sharp gaze flickers up, realizing it’s him making the noise and not the bear.

“Papa!” She cries indignant.

“Not me, mister bear.” Robby innocently replies, tapping the poor plushie patient.

So stubborn, a trait she definitely inherited only from you and not an ounce from him, his daughter shoves the poor bear away and stomps towards Robby where he sits on the edge of the couch, opposite to where you sleep.

Seven months pregnant again and peacefully napping, lightly snoring even though you swear you don’t, you’re the picture of ease and steal Robby’s heart all over again.

When his little girl eagerly arrives at his side, Robby reminds her to stay quiet to make sure you get to rest.

Bubbling with curious eagerness, his daughter nods then presses her tiny hands against his face, checking for a fever the same way he does when she’s sick.

Robby feels as if his heart just might melt from his ribs.

It seems like only yesterday she was keeping you and him awake at all hours of the night as a newborn, so tiny in his arms as Robby went through singing two lullabies to get her to sleep. Now his baby is readily growing as her own little person, bright and curious.

“Check my heart.” He says with a watery grin while she tries listening to his chest.

Then, as if remembering something, she perks up and scurries back to the playset. His eyes perk up seeing her grab an otoscope and hurry back to him.

A burst of pride swells in his chest.

“Papa, say ah!” Gathering a composed sternness, he holds back a laugh while his daughter uses the toy otoscope, used to examine the ears, to check his throat.

But listening to his little girl, he does as told and she peeks inside examining him with the toy.

Then she makes a face, scrunched up and confused.

“What?” He questions curious now.

As caring and sweet as his daughter is, Robby knows exactly how mischievous she’s becoming. The smirk and tiny giggle she gives, he knows she’s up to something.

“What d’ya find, doctor?” He asks her again. She pays her father no mind and grabs a pack of play bandaids from the kit.

Wearing the most amused smirk she hurries back to him, the colorful stereoscope bouncing against her neck. Determined and with a firm step, his daughter arrives before him.

Patiently she then places one of the bandages on his lips. Her diagnosis? For him to stay silent.

“All done!” She announces bright, giggling proud, like she’s made the most hilarious inside joke.

Robby’s lips fight hard against a grin and the bandaid. He moves to take it off when his daughter spots him.

“Nah uh, papa! Rest.” She says with a firm head nod, he blinks stunned at her.

“Bossy… definitely your kid.” Your warm sleepy voice emerges. Gently you sit up from your nap, shoving away the small blanket.

You look so fucking god in his old black penguins hockey t-shirt, especially with your belly growing more and more. Slowly sitting up, you reach for him. Like you’re the extension of him, effortless and without any question, Robby gently draws you towards his side letting you now rest your head against his thigh.

“Mama!” Your daughter cries happy and loud, sliding towards you on the couch.

“I help papa!” She declares.

“Good job, sprout. You’re the doctor of the family now.” You playfully poke her nose.

She giggles triumphant. Robby then watches his little girl throw her small body over your tummy, hugging you and the baby as much as she can.

“Sissy, I help.” She’s been eagerly announcing everything to her little sister once she learned the baby could hear everything.

You finally glance up at Robby grinning at him. Noticing the bandaid on his lips, you gently peel it away before your daughter notices.

“Yeah you do, baby. You’re already such a good big sister wanting to take care of everyone.” You gently tell her through a yawn.

Robby wonders if this moment could shatter at any moment, like it’s too pure and good for him, too precious to believe it’s his.

But when your hand moves to rub his arm, your touch grounds him.

His eldest daughter suddenly squeaks happily, and you snicker. The baby must have kicked.

“Your baby sister is playing kickball in my tummy. Gonna give us a check up now too?” You offer, sitting up more. You now lean against Robby’s shoulder, and he happily welcomes your warmth.

Your daughter now babbles scurrying to the playset and grabs a random wooden spatula that somehow managed to sneak into her toy collection.

Deeming that important to her care, your little girl scurries back and presses her face against his black shirt.

“Sissy, no kick mama.” She orders.

You burst out laughing, and Robby covers his with a quick cough.

“I think she’s got the making of a good physician already,” you tell him.

“Her bedside manner could use some work.” Robby snorts, and you snicker.

Top of the 5th inning and Pirates are still tied zero to zero against the Astros. His daughter now yanks the playset closer to the couch allowing Robby to examine more of the tools.

He’s always been impressed by this thing. It’s rather accurate, makes him appreciate whoever made it.

“They even got the right buttons on the EKG machine, it’s pretty crazy.” He says messing with the toy set.

“I don’t know what kind of kid would want to be playing with this and not legos or barbie dream house or something else.” He lets the comment slide out a bit low.

Robby’s already torn when he thinks of his little girl’s future - if she’ll end up wanting to practice medicine or not. If that colorful stethoscope she wears will one day match his, black and professional.

A quiet sigh escapes you letting your hand rub his back now.

“She plays with both… plus I think she likes knowing she gets to pretend to be a grown up and help people like you.”

He lets your words sit gently and decides not to keep digging into this tangled topic.

“I still can’t believe there’s even multiple syringe and scissor options.” He chuckles, changing the subject.

“Might as well have included some clamps and blood bags.” Robby adds and then picks up one of the toys.

It takes him a moment to realize he's been rambling out loud mindless thoughts about this damn toy set for the game to be in a new inning now.

You’ve gone quiet now, and his eyes flicker down to you leaning against his chest.

“Alright,” he begins with a sigh.

“Tell me the truth… am I losing you for good?” He means it half jokingly.

Robby still can’t believe how lucky he is to have you, his absolutely gorgeous sweetheart. He’s holding his breath still, waiting any minute for you to wake up and realize you got stuck married to an old man like him.

Hell, just last week Robby had to calm himself down when the cashier had no fucking shame flirting with you, even as you wear Robby’s ring on your finger and have his second baby growing in your belly.

It’s almost as if a part of him is waiting to fully lose you, let you slip away from his fingers.

Your hand curls against his face now, rubbing against his bearded jaw as you draw him closer.

You place the softest kiss on his lips.

“Not at all,” you tell him gently. “If anything you hook me in more and more, Robinavitch. You’re stuck with me.”

A warmth collides in his chest like an unleashed sea.

Robby smirks, humming content as he places a kiss against your head.

“Love ya, kid.” He warmly tells you, sliding his arm around you.

And he does.

He adores you so damn much, didn’t think it was possible to love you any more but you love to prove him wrong.

His eldest daughter, now bored with the doctor's playset equipment, currently sits on the carpet floor fiddling with a colorful whale toy.

The pirates, now up to bat, suddenly hit a home run. Even through the tv, the ball is sent flying with a solid whack.

Robby cheers appreciatively, and your daughter immediately perks up eagerly scrambling to him with excited eyes as she bounces holding onto his arm.

“Papa, good?” She asks, picking up the excitement from the game.

“Yes baby girl, very good.” He grins.

“See,” you pat his leg affectionately, “No need to worry about her.”

“You’re gonna play baseball for the Pirates right, sprout?” You ask your daughter.

“Yup!” She says bright, probably not even realizing what she’s agreeing to as her focus stays on the TV.

That makes him laugh.

He’s never felt older and younger all at once, like a multitude of lifetimes has collided into him a beautiful cosmos shining bright.

All his girls together right before him, and he’s never felt luckier.

Robby wants to carve out this moment forever, letting it crystallize around him and soak in this warmth. One he wants to embrace and never let go.

[justiceleaguelog]

Jason!Just came back from the dead: And then I hop in, shoot the dumb fuck and escape!

Jason: So that’s my plan.

Amazon!Reader: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Jason: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Amazon!Reader: It fucking sucks.

Jason: That’s not constructive criticism.

[shortnsweetsposts]

Damian: You're so incompetent that you don't even know how to argue.

Wonder!reader: YOU'RE RIGHT! MOST IF THE TIME I JUST YELL BACK THINGS.

Jon: I can't with you two...

[rawme-price]

Ghost and roomate!reader who just started out as a convenient way to keep the flat sorted but now hes lowkey infatuated.....

Hes constantly gone for weeks or months of time, but in the rare moments hes home ghost cant stop looking at you.

You, who lives in this apartment as fucking acts like it. Oversized band tees that barely cover ur crotch, tight underwear, maybe fluffy socks in the early mornings. Despite your outfits, and the way you sprawl on the couch that lets ghost see everything, you've never shown any interest in him.

You're nice, you cook for two when hes home and Crack jokes easily. But every touch, every glance, it seems purely platonic. Ghost is convinced u only see him as a friend.

That is, until he gets home from deployment one day, not bothering to text you after u complained when he did so in the middle of the night. He walks into his room, ready to pass the fuck out, only to see you.

You, curled up over his bed, with one of his shirts and his pillow hugged to ur chest. He drops his duffle bag out of shock, and the think is enough to have u jerking awake, eyes peeling open just slightly.

Ghost, he looks over you, haloed by the small lamp by his desk. Hes got a look in his eyes you cant place, but it makes you feel a bit like a deer cornered by a pack of wolves.

"Youre in my bed, love."

[nxtaliaistyping]

can you do p links for the superfamily? 👉👈

Superfamily | p links

(Gotta be logged into Twitter for links to work)

nsfw 18+, bonus Wonder Woman cause I’m a whore <3

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

Clark Kent/Superman:

He always wants you on his face

Shower time fun

A daily occurrence, he’s a gentleman after all

Loves it when you ride him, he can shut his brain off and finally relax

When you both moved in together, you were so excited you had to just go to the bedroom right away

He loves playing with you after a long day

Kara Zor El/Supergirl:

Please sit on her lap, makes her weak every time

Likes to make you cum while standing so she can watch your legs shake

You bought her mood lights for her room, and she loves them <3

Loves eating you out, she loves to feel confident in her abilities (even if those abilities are making you gush into her mouth)

First time you fucked her, she felt like she was in heaven

You both were watching a film but…you got distracted

Conner Kent/Superboy:

Why are you on your phone? When you could be paying attention to him

Oh my god tease him like this and he’ll be yours forever

Has you like this before going out with your friends

Likes alt girls <3

Taking his frustrations out on you

Use your thighs if you wanna shut him up

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:

How she fucks you <3

She can be a little mean, but it’s only because she knows how wet you get

How she eats your pussy when she gets back home

Demonstrating her strength

Was curious about vibrators, and you were happy to demonstrate

Entertaining her