#aquaman x batman

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The Bat vs the Tide

Pairing: Bruce Wayne X Arthur Curry

Word Count: 7,394

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Minor Violence, Explicit Language

Summary: Arthur had never before been so completely enamored with a person the way he was with Bruce. He’d only seen him donning the cowl, never actually seeing his face. When the cowl was off, Arthur realized he would do anything to make Bruce, this beautiful man, his. Well, until the arrogant ass opened his mouth. 

It wasn’t that Arthur had never noticed Bruce’s looks. Quite the opposite actually, he was stunned into silence when his  eyes first landed on the billionaire. He had only ever seen him in his full Batman regalia, but this man was different. Greyish blue eyes, slicked back pepper hair, and a suit that complimented every muscle and curve on his body. 

Oh, he was gorgeous.

How do I make him mine? 

How can a man with such a brooding disposition look so beautiful? 

How would he look when wet, 8,000 feet below the surface, under me, panting, cheeks flushed. 

He would make this man his. 

He wasn’t disillusioned into thinking Bruce would up and leave Gotham. He was Batman for fucks sake. But they’d make it work, anything to have a claim on this man and make Bruce his. 

It was decided. Arthur had never been anything but straightforward about his advances, whether they were appropriate or not, and he would make them known. Bruce’s depthless blue eyes, not dissimilar to the very ocean Arthur ruled over, brimmed with cold intelligence that left the King of Atlantis tongue tied. 

Fuck, he wanted this man. 

Smitten was hardly a word he ever thought he’d use to describe himself but it seemed relevant in this circumstance. Until the arrogant bastard opened his mouth and any hope of his attraction becoming something more vanished. He was arguing with Clark, which was nothing new, he and the big blue fought on a daily basis. 

“We should be prioritizing fixing our mistakes from the last battle instead of throwing a party for people who clearly don’t deserve it,” Bruce argued. 

“I’ll admit that some things could have been handled better, but we’re a new team and I think we did great for one of our first battles!” Clark countered. Bruce rolled his eyes and muttered something along the lines of “optimistic idiot.” Not a wrong accusation, but still all the more hurtful. 

The rest of the league members began to look up, noticing the commotion. 

“You call that shit show ‘great’ Clark?” 

Clark opened his mouth the speak but Bruce interrupted him before he could. “The collateral damage alone caused between both you and Diana was enough to demolish a city block! Barry diverted from the plan completely, Hal failed to reach the civilians at a reasonable speed which is really fucking odd considering they both can fly-“ 

Arthur rolled his eyes, tuning him out before he was tempted to take himself out of his misery by stabbing himself with his own trident. Bruce, being Bruce, and the observant compulsive perfectionist he is, noticed and took it as his cue to lay into Arthur. 

Face stoic yet brimming with fury and finger pointing accusingly at him, “And don’t even get me started on you. I understand you spend most of your time underwater these days so maybe this thought hadn’t occurred to you, and feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure summoning a wave of water in a high metropolitan area with electric lines is an idiotic move.” 

By this point, Bruce was standing in his personal space, face snarky and irritated as could be. Any budding feelings were stomped on by this arrogant ass of a human being that somehow felt like it was his place to dish out criticisms. Arthur didn’t look down on humans, considering he was half human and grew up amongst them, but something about someone with no powers mind you, taunting him, made his chest tighten and stomach coil, an unknown feeling unfurling in his heart. Anger?

“Bruce..” Clark warned. 

Bruce immediately interrupted him. “No I’m genuinely curious, is common sense a concept that’s just nonexistent underwater? Or are you just especially moronic and I’m being punished by some supreme deity by having to deal with you.” 

His blood was pumping, fingertips eager to reach out and destroy the asshole daring to talk to him like this. Arthur hadn’t felt this furious since a drunk sailor had bad mouthed his father. The sailor ended up losing the majority of his teeth and it seemed as if Bruce was asking for the same treatment. Before he knew it, a fist had lunged at Bruce. Bruce being the experienced martial artist he dodged it efficiently and countered with one of his own before Clark intercepted it. 

“Enough!” Diana’s commanding voice boomed throughout the room, brokering no room for argument. 

Bruce gave them all one last venomous look and stormed out the room without a word. 

Things had been stilted for some until Diana went to go see him. He didn’t apologize, and neither did Arthur. A singular glance during the next meeting in not exactly an apologetic fashion, more of an acknowledgement for a truce, had Arthur nodding his head slightly agreeing and that was the end of that. 

It is because of this memory, that Arthur realized he shouldn’t be shocked by Bruce’s beauty. It was a league bonding day, something made mandatory by Diana and Clark, much to Bruce’s dismay. They coincidentally decided on a beach day this time, citing the reason being for practicalities sake of the ocean being in the middle of everyone’s respected territories and private, Diana renting it out for the day. Arthur didn’t question it, especially with it making it easier for him to attend. He agreed to the day expecting mild forms of amusement such as Hal and Barry making fools of themselves, Diana and Clark’s not so subtle flirting, and the rest of the league members awkwardly mingling until they got drunk. 

What he had not accounted for was Batman—Bruce the overbearing bastard, to come out the water looking like he was born in it. Droplets gliding over his multitude of scars down to his sculpted Adonis belt, eyes blue enough for him to believe the ocean was reflecting off of him, thick thighs that could suffocate him. 

Arthur regained his bearings quickly. He didn’t care much about what the other league members thought of him or who they knew he was attracted to, but the last thing he wanted was give Bruce the satisfaction of catching him off guard. No matter how beautiful he was. 

So yes, Bruce was a very attractive man. 

A part of him had learned to respect Bruce, regardless of his shitty attitude, even Arthur had to admit he was an excellent leader, quick as a whip, and even had a sense of humor at times, a bit morbid if you asked him, but a sense of humor nonetheless. 

He was conversing with Clark and Diana, the only league members bold (crazy) enough to strike up a conversation with him. In typical Bruce fashion he brushed them off with a withering look and went to sit under the umbrellas, opening a book and beginning to read. His legs moved on his own volition, and before he could think about the possible outcomes of his actions, he strode towards Bruce. 

“Is this seat taken,” asked Arthur. 

Bruce leveled him with an aggrieved look, that was half hidden by his sunglasses and said nothing. Arthur took that as a “yes”, pulled out the chair, and sat down. They sat in silence, neither of them being fans of unnecessary small talk. Arthur still doesn’t know what possessed him to come sit by Bruce. Sure the guy was hot, but if that was truly the only reason Arthur had sought out his company, it wouldn’t make much sense. Arthur had the advantage of both land and see to find someone just as attractive and ten times more amenable. 

Arthur spared a glance at Bruce, not being subtle at all and not necessarily trying to be. He huffed out a laugh. 

“What,” Bruce snapped, not looking up from his book.  

“It’s just,” Arthur gasped out in between huffs of laughter. “You literally look like a drowned bat.”

Bruce for whatever reason didn’t towel himself off. Water stuck to his pale skin and his dark hair, truly giving off a bat look. 

Bruce, seemingly nonplussed, told him to fuck off making Arthur laugh even louder at the furiously indignant tone. 

“I’m sorry Bats, I just can’t help myself.” 

“Lack of self control,“ Bruce tutted under his breath, “What's new.” Bruce cringed internally, thinking of the last time he had those thoughts. He had become a lot more comfortable around the Justice League ever since Clark’s resurrection, but he was still wary of them losing control of his powers. Another brooding thought for another day Bruce supposes. 

Arthur could clearly see this becoming a negative altercation and for whatever reason he wanted to divert this from taking such a path. He doesn’t know why he wants this conversation—if it can even be called that— with Bruce to last, he’s never turned down a challenge before. 

Perhaps it was the joyful atmosphere. They each hardly got chances to hang out with our super powered individuals and be so free with their own powers. Maybe the peace was infectious and cooled his normally hot headed responses. 

Bruce gave him another strange look, apparently surprised that his comment didn’t get much of a response. Arthur noticed the bags under his eyes, and how pale his skin looked. 

“You look like a vampire Bats, you truly have this whole moody gothic supernatural thing going on about you. You really are a creature of the night,” Arthur laughed to himself.

Arthur didn’t think he’d get a response, and was pleasantly surprised when he did. 

“I’m just not used to this much sun. Gotham’s usually more dark, besides, I work inside all day so I don’t see much sun regardless, and then I go out as Batman at night. I’ve been dealing with this frustrating case that’s kept me up for days on end, and the day I finally decide to take a break, is the day where the wonder twins decide to make it a team bonding day,” Bruce sneered, eyes finally making contact with Arthur. “So yes Arthur, I’m irritated.” 

Arthur suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. If he was in Batsy’s shoes he probably would’ve ditched, consequences be damned. Bruce was his own man. Despite whatever threats Diana would make or sad pleas Clark showered him with, if Bruce truly didn’t care about the league he wouldn’t have shown up. Meaning that he chose to come because he wanted to be supportive, on his day off nonetheless. Arthur wouldn’t have been as kind if it was him. 

Bruce had turned back to his book without another word as Arthur considered this. It was only then that he noticed what Bruce was actually reading. 

Marine Plants: Biodiversity, Toxins, and Environmental Assessment 

“What do you want to know about marine plants?” Arthur inquired dubiously. 

Bruce seemed to consider whether it was worth it to ignore Arthur and deal with his constant badgering or just simply tell the truth. After some wavering and a few huffed curses under his breath, Bruce chose the latter. 

“Poison Ivy has created a new type of algae, one capable of mind controlling an entire city’s worth of people and putting them under the same delusion. She plans to replace it with Gotham’s produce, and because it looks a hell of a lot similar to greens like spinach and kale, no one would notice. I’m trying to find algae that has a similar effect, so I can extract it, and make an antidote,” Bruce contemplated his next thought before continuing, “I can’t rule out the possibility that she’s already tested it on a small group of people to see if it works. I already know when and where she’s going to release it, but I still need her test group so I can isolate the effects.” 

That had been the longest time Arthur had ever heard Bruce talk. But wait hold on—

“Why the hell didn’t you ask me for help? I’m literally the King of Atlantis. I could’ve asked Mera to pull books from our archives, which would have much better information than a book from some marine biologist that doesn’t know jack shit about the sea.”

Bruce had the forthright to suddenly turn sheepish, well sheepish for Bruce at least. 

“I didn’t think after our last,” he pondered his choice of words “Disagreement, you would be inclined to help me,” he said, voice soft, eyes suddenly downcast, looking anywhere but him. 

Bruce had absolutely no right looking like that. 

Not much has changed about Bruce’s outer appearance, he still looked like a tired, drowned bat. But the hardness and weariness that always seemed to engulf him had disappeared and what was left was this gorgeous man who’s softness made him look good enough to eat. 

All the feelings he had felt when his eyes first landed on Bruce rushed to the surface. He wanted to be with this man. Walk with him, side by side. Fuck him, and drown him in pleasure. Treasure him, so he never had to doubt before asking for help again. Arthur didn’t voice any of these thoughts, knowing they’d be rebuffed at this point in time. Instead, he calmed himself down and spoke. 

“Well, consider me on board Batsy.” 

Bruce was back to gruff grunts and hard edges. That was fine. Arthur would help him anyway. Even if his feelings weren’t a motivator in this, having someone as skilled as Batman needing his help was always a confidence booster. Besides, this meant Batman would be more likely to do a favor for him in the future. Bruce gave him the run down of the situation and they began discussing a plan of action. 

They later found a patch of moss that had a similar biological breakdown to Poison Ivy’s plant. Bruce had told him that he didn’t need his help anymore but Arthur insisted on staying till the case was closed, citing that he always does things from start to finish and Bruce should understand the feeling. He also wanted to stay close to Bruce to confirm that this feeling his gut was trying to tell him is really what he thought it was.

Bruce conceded with minimal arguments which Arthur counted as a win. While science wasn’t exactly his forte, he was able to assist with making the antidote that would neutralize any effects of the plant. Arthur had taken this chance to be near Bruce and have excuses to touch him. He didn’t violate the man’s personal space, knowing that would get him nowhere. He did however take advantage of their close proximity. Whenever he passed the occasional microscope slide to Bruce he made sure their fingers touched just the slightest bit. 

Whenever he had trouble operating the microscope, he stood just a bit closer to Bruce than what was appropriate as Bruce explained how it worked. If Bruce noticed, which he probably did because it’s Bruce, he didn’t say anything. They finally perfected the antidote and found Ivy’s test subjects, administering it just before it could the plant could take permanent effect. Arthur even ended up assisting in the takedown of Ivy and helped with the cleanup. 

It was 4 am, all cleanup had been done and the sun was going to rise soon. 

“Thanks for the help Aquaman.”

Arthur smiled, “No problem Batsy, call if you ever need help again.” 

Arthur turned around, making his way home when Bruce called out for him. He turned around in confusion, mentally checking to see if he forgot anything. Bruce seemed to struggle with his next words, a look of conflicting emotions passing through his eyes before it was gone. 

“Sorry about what I said,” he breathed out. “The last time we fought I mean. You were an idiot and I stand by that, however my delivery could have been better.” 

Arthur laughed. “Don’t sweat it Batsy, I’m sorry too.” 

With that last apology, Bruce left. 

Arthur shook his head in amusement, mind made up. He returned to this sea, planning his next course of action. 

                                                ______________     

When Bruce came home after a long day of meetings and phone calls, he expected to mechanically eat whatever Alfred had prepared for him, and get ready for an even longer night of dealing with Gotham’s most vile scum. What he hadn’t expected, was to find Arthur of all people standing in kitchen chatting it up with Alfred about…salmon recipes?

“I didn’t think the King of Atlantis would eat his subjects,” Bruce finally intervened, too fed up with the weirdness of whatever this was. 

Alfred sighed in exasperation. “Master Bruce! Truly I don’t know where you learned this flagrant lack of regard for guests.”

“Unwanted guests,” Bruce emphasized sardonically. 

Arthur laughed, finding this whole ordeal amusing. Bruce hated how he was becoming fond of the sound. 

“I’m sure you know this, considering you undoubtedly have a file of everyone in the league with details from their blood type to which side of the bed they sleep on, but I’ll tell you again.” Arthur wiped a stray tear caused from his earlier laughing fit. “I grew up as a human in a lighthouse, my father was a fisherman and guess what. When you grow up in an area with only water in sight, you eat fish. Besides, if everyone stopped eating fish the ocean would be overpopulated. Truly Batsy, I would’ve thought you’d come to that conclusion already.” 

Arthur laughed. “Maybe I’m overestimating your intelligence. Anyway, Batsy does that answer your question?” Arthur goaded. 

Alfred scoffed in amusement, seeming to enjoy Bruce being told off. If Bruce could fire Alfred he would. He’s tried many times in his youth, with the only result being Alfred just patting him on the head calling him “adorable.” Alfred was truly a menace. And yes, Bruce knew deep down he would never fire Alfred, firstly because it just wasn’t possible, and aside from the fact he was his father figure, Bruce quite literally couldn’t function without Alfred. 

“Yes I’ve drawn my own conclusions, I’m just confirming them is all.”

“Well now that that’s been established,” Arthur turned to Alfred. “Is this all you need?” Arthur motioned to the porch. 

Bruce's eyes swiveled over to his porch and was shocked to find an entire net worth of fish. 

“What is this for?” Bruce asked. 

“If you would check your phone and the multitude of unopened emails that are sent to you, you’d know we are holding a gala tomorrow night at Wayne Manor. The food vendors have notified us that due to the lack of fish, they would be unable to complete the scheduled menu. Mister Arthur volunteered to bring us fresh fish from across the ocean. Truly Master Bruce, your ungratefulness knows no bounds.” 

Arthur appeared to have a permanent smile plastered on his face, having never seen the great Batman admonished in such a way. Bruce let Arthur have his moment and turned to Alfred. 

Bruce’s glare was frigid, Alfred however stayed unmoved. “Well now it feels like I have to keep my ungrateful streak since it ‘knows no bounds’.”

Alfred sighed in defeat and left the room. Bruce turned his attention back to Arthur. “Despite what Alfred thinks, I am grateful. I just don’t understand why you did this. Is this a league thing? Are you trying to make me indebted to you?” 

Bruce hadn’t pegged Arthur to have any malicious intent, but Bruce knew from experience you could never be too sure. 

“Wow Batsy, you’re paranoid. I heard you needed help and offered it. Don’t think too much.” 

Arthur made his exit, slightly brushing his arm against Bruce’s as he walked by. That’s another thing, Arthur had been touching Bruce a lot more. It wasn’t anything outrageous and it didn’t make him uncomfortable, it was just strange. Bruce filed this encounter away for later inspection. He couldn’t make any hypothesis or come to any conclusions without further review. He just hoped Arthur wouldn’t make a habit out of coming to his house. Alfred seems to like him, insisting that Bruce needed more friends. His exact words were: Well more implies you had any to begin with so let me rephrase, you need a friend.

Bruce didn’t need friends.  

But he begrudgingly accepted he’d be seeing a lot more of Arthur since Alfred likes him and if Alfred likes him, Arthur practically has a key to the lake house. 

Bruce was annoyed. 

His late night had spilled into early morning after dealing with Joker and Harley. He barely had time to write his report before he had to get dressed for a meeting with his board of directors at Wayne Enterprises. It had been a tedious affair, each board member trying to overrule Bruce and look down on him from their self made thrones. Bruce shut them down of course, but it wasn’t without cost. His head was killing him and it was only one in the afternoon, meaning he had a long day left. Bruce was rubbing his aching temples in wariness when his office line rung. 

He summoned his Brucie persona, which had grown quite tame in the last few years, he wasn’t twenty anymore after all.

“Yes Janet.” Her name was Julie. Brucie couldn’t be as vacuous and idiotic as he was in his twenties, but he still needed to be superficial and arrogant. 

“It’s Julie, Mr. Wayne. And you have a visitor requesting to see you. His name is Arthur Curry. Should I send him up?”

Bruce internally sighed in resignation, knowing resisting would only make his day worse. “Let him in. Thanks Jackie.” 

A few seconds later, his door was opened, revealing a jubilant looking Arthur with take out boxes in his hand. Bruce’s frigid glare did nothing to deter him from placing the take out on his table and making himself at home in Bruce’s office chairs. Arthur looked around, taking the city view in from Bruce’s wall sized windows. Bruce said nothing as he waited for Arthur to explain why he was here. 

Arthur, either not noticing his glare, or just choosing not to comment on it began to open the containers. He opened a beer bottle and gulped half of it down. 

“I was in the neighborhood and wanted some lunch. Is Italian food alright with you?” Arthur inquired. 

Bruce didn’t understand this, he didn’t understand this at all. 

“Why are you here?” 

Arthur looked at Bruce as if he was the abnormal one. “To eat lunch with you.”

“Why?” Bruce questioned, starting to lose his patience. 

“Wow Bats, way to make a man feel like an interloper.” 

“Maybe you feel like an interloper, because you’re interloping. And don’t call me that here.” 

Arthur took a bite of ravioli. Bruce’s stomach grumbled at the site. It looked delicious. 

“Sorry Bruce, I just figured someone as paranoid as you would soundproof your office.” 

“It is soundproofed, but you can never be too careful.” 

Arthur rolled his eyes at Bruce’s paranoia. In Bruce’s opinion, anyone who hasn’t lived in Gotham for more than a year had no right to call him paranoid. 

“Seriously Bruce relax, you’re on break anyway.” 

Bruce quickly went from irritated to angry. “No I will not relax,” Bruce groused. “You’re right, I am on break. This will probably be my only break for the rest of the day and I have to spend it lecturing you on how not to act like an idiot for sixty seconds.” 

Arthur’s smile slowly began to fall. 

Good.

“You’re just like Diana and Clark, always trying to butt in, without realizing how they’re imposing their unwanted time and company on others who don’t want it,” Bruce said sardonically. 

Arthur looked slightly chagrined, a look Bruce was beginning to realize made his chest constrict. He stood slowly. 

“You’re right Bruce. I’ll see myself out.” 

Arthur left, leaving Bruce feeling like an ass but what else was new. Bruce eyed all the food left on his desk. He was on a strict diet, and normally would stick to lean meats, vegetables, and green protein shakes but since Arthur came all the way here and brought it for him….

The food tasted just as amazing as it smelt. Bruce was almost done when he noticed a note on one of the containers. 

Something tells me someone as bitter as you would enjoy something sweet. Enjoy the dessert Bruce

Bruce opened the container and was met with 4 beautifully presented cannolis. Bruce already had indulged himself during lunch, he really should toss these or give them to his assistant. Bruce caved and tried one, melting at the sweet creamy mixture coating his tongue. 

Arthur was right, Bruce really did have a sweet tooth. 

He almost never indulged himself though, knowing he had to keep his body in top condition to continue being Batman. Bruce finished another cannoli and had to physically stop himself from eating more and returned to his work. 

It wasn’t until he got home after a tiring night of patrol that he realized the second half of his day went by much faster than usual. 

The next few weeks were filled with small surprises. By now, Bruce understood what Arthur was trying to do. What he didn’t understand was why. 

Why would he want Bruce of all people? While Bruce wasn’t old, at his age of 40, and maintained a good appearance, he could tell his body isn’t exactly what it used to be. Arthur was still so vibrant and fit, what could he possible find attractive about Bruce that he couldn’t find anywhere else. 

The gifts - if they can even be called that- started off small. A breakfast delivery he didn’t order arrived at his desk. The meals were small, heavy on the vegetables and carbs, with lean meats and other proteins. Much different than what was provided on their failed lunch date. Bruce wondered if Arthur had been talking to Alfred and even took the liberty of asking him. Alfred had admitted he occasionally talked to Arthur and when Bruce asked if they talked about him, all he got was a: Not everything is about you Master Bruce, don’t be so narcissistic 

It didn’t stop at just meals. Notes were sometimes left in his office. Nothing overly poetic but still thoughtful. 

Remember to eat today 

Did you know the ocean is blue because it’s constantly reflecting the sky 

Mera’s ignoring me because I skipped a meeting  to go out drinking yesterday 

I threw beer at some guys face and started a bar fight

I walked in on my Mom and Pop having sex. I’m not sure whether to be glad both my parents are getting some or be sick because both of my parents are getting some 

“Sometimes you have to do what’s right even if your heart aches against it” is what Mera told me during my expedition to be king. Maybe I’m just a hedonist but I abhor that way of thinking

Bruce savored these notes. He told himself it was to have more information on Arthur. The excuse was pitiful, even to Bruce’s own ears. 

At the next Justice League meeting, Bruce gave Arthur a look. 

Meet me at the lake house after this. 

Arthur inclined his head slightly, signaling Bruce that he understood. 

When Bruce got home, he showered and changed quickly, knowing Arthur wasn’t far behind him. What had Bruce’s life come to? After years of feeling off balance, he finally felt somewhat secure, well, as secure as Batman and Bruce Wayne could feel. Superman had been brought back, the league was successful and thriving, Bruce had a relatively normal sleeping schedule, well, as regular as Batman’s sleeping schedule could get, and then Arthur in all his Atlantean glory comes in and throws Bruce off kilter. 

Just a few weeks ago for example, Bruce had always been alert and focused during missions. His years of experience had taught him distractions were just as deadly as fear toxins and any other shit that Gotham’s thrown at him over the years.

They were on a team mission, where all the lights had been  shut off during a power outage. Bruce’s cowl had night vision and the rest of the league had their own abilities that helped them see in the dark. The most noticeable however, was Arthur. His once inhumanly bright blue eyes were now an inhumanly golden amber, glowing like the sun. 

“To help see in the dark” Arthur explained at Bruce’s curious stare. 

Bruce had been mortified to be caught staring and was restless for the entire rest of the mission. Bruce needed to put a stop to this. 

He hated feeling this out of control and cursed himself for falling for Arthur. Bruce hoped at first that his feelings for Arthur were just lust, he would’ve welcomed that. While having sex wouldn’t be ideal in terms of professionalism, working off some steam wouldn’t be hurting anyone. Contrary to what his reputation might hint at, Bruce hasn’t had sex in over a year. If he could just fuck out his frustration, he would. But he knew it wouldn’t help, aside from giving him fleeting relief. 

Bruce thought of his next course of action when someone knocked on his door. 

“Alfred let me in,” Arthur said, walking in the room tentatively, as if dealing with a scared animal. 

Bruce willed himself not to become distracted at the sight before him. His outfit wasn’t anything to rave about, wearing green cargo jeans, a black tank top, and a matching black unbuttoned vest. Bruce supposed that if he swam in water all day he wouldn’t bother busting out the Armani either. However Arthur still wore it well. 

What caught Bruce’s eye was his arms. So strong and tattooed. Arthur just exuded a sense of strength and an aura of danger. 

Bruce wanted. 

“What do you think you’re doing,” Bruce questioned without preamble. 

“You invited me here,” Arthur stated, crossing his arms. 

“I mean with me.”

Arthur paused, weighing the pros and cons of being honest with Bruce. He decided on honesty. 

“I live by a philosophy Bats. Life is too short to not do what makes me happy. I pursue anything that brings me joy, and you do exactly that.”

“Seems like selfish thinking for a King.”

“If I’m not happy and in the right state of mind, how do I ever expect to lead my subjects? I do not ignore my people’s wishes and follow my own selfish desires Bruce,” Arthur walked a few steps closer, “However I refuse to stop living my life because I am a King. That is not who I am or how I operate. Just because I am King, doesn’t mean I have to be miserable.”

For some reason, Arthur’s last comment made something in Bruce hurt. 

“Have you forgotten about the multitude of reasons why pursuing me is inappropriate?” 

“What reasons?” 

“The glaringly obvious one.”

Arthur continued to look genuinely confused and Bruce hated how handsome he was. 

“I didn’t peg you for someone who dated someone decades your senior,” Bruce quipped.

“And I didn’t peg you for someone insecure about your age. You can’t possibly be telling me that’s one of the main reasons you think this is inappropriate.” Arthur quipped back without missing a beat. 

“I’m 40.” 

“I’m 27. Now that we’re done with saying how old we are, why don’t you give me an actual response and stop beating around the bush like the coward we both know you aren’t.” 

Arthur saw a complex variety of emotions flash through Bruce’s eyes before he schooled his expression and they reached an eerie, cold and calculated equilibrium. Arthur hated when Bruce hid his emotions away like this. 

Bruce just couldn’t fathom why Arthur would want someone old like Bruce when he had so many other options. Much more physically attractive and emotionally available options. Bruce didn’t understand Arthur. He thought he did, along with the other members of the justice league, but perhaps the more intimate nature their relationship has taken on had him seeing things he otherwise wouldn’t have noticed if their relationship had stayed strictly platonic. 

Arthur’s advances, while not exactly unwanted, were harmful for the team dynamic. And Bruce refused to let a decision like a relationship with a team member be made capriciously without much thought. 

And Bruce thought

He thought about his graying temples, his responsibilities in Gotham, his children and their relationship which was rocky at best and downright antagonistic at worst, the justice league, and the millions of other reasons they wouldn’t work out. 

Bruce was reticent, Arthur was brash. 

Bruce was a human, Arthur was Atlantean. 

Bruce was in his forties, Arthur was in his twenties. 

They were both too stubborn and inexorable. It just wouldn’t work. 

Bruce was tired, and broken in ways that made him terrible in relationships. Arthur may think he was interested in Bruce, but it was most likely just attraction. Arthur had no self preservation skills and refused to think with his head, leaving Bruce the unfortunate job of giving him a much needed reality check. 

Steeling himself, Bruce began, “Look Arthur-“

“Stop,” Arthur interrupts immediately. “Because whatever self sacrificing noble bullshit you’re about to spew will be a waste of both our times.” 

If it wasn’t for Bruce’s years of experience when dealing with meta humans, he would have never anticipated Arthur’s next actions. Arthur crowded him back into a wall, strong tattooed arms slipped beneath Bruce’s thighs and lifted him. 

Months later Bruce would deny ever being startled and letting out an undignified squeak at the action. He swung off rooftops every night for heaven's sake. He was fucking Batman.

His hands grappled for purchase on Arthur’s broad tattooed shoulders. Bruce had always loved being manhandled, being  over 6 feet and 220 pounds of pure muscle had always made it difficult, but that was no trouble for the King of Atlantis. A tinge of excitement shot up his spine at the new revelation and Arthur’s blatant show of strength.

Bruce’s five senses were overwhelmed with Arthur. The poignant smell of the sea, so natural, and pleasantly pervasive, and much unlike the expensive and overpowering colognes Bruce smelt on a regular basis. His twenty years of exuding self control are the only reason he doesn’t rut against the impressive bulge pressing into his quickly hardening one, and allowed him to keep an impassive expression. 

“Bruce,” groaned Arthur. “I can’t make promises that everything will be fine, and this new dynamic between us won’t change things, but I’m also not a fan of sitting by and ignoring my gut. It’s never failed me before and it won’t fail me now, I’m sure of it.” 

Arthur rolled his hips against Bruce’s, creating a beautiful friction. Bruce swallowed a whimper as he continued. “And do you know what my gut is telling me?” 

Bruce stayed silent, knowing if he opened his mouth, a moan would escape. Grinding harder against Bruce, Arthur didn’t wait for his reply. “It’s telling me to make you mine. To protect you, and be there for you if any harm comes your way. It’s telling me to fuck you, until you can’t walk straight. To paint your gorgeous face with my come. To spear you down on my cock and watch your face contort in pleasure as your body stretches so beautifully just to make room for me. To make you come until you physically can’t anymore. To wipe your tears when it eventually becomes too much for you. But my gut is telling me you’ll be good, even if it’s too much, you’d let me have my way with you until I’m satiated. That you’d let me flood your glorious hole with a sea of my come, so much come that you’ll be leaking for days. That you’ll let me hold you after cleaning up, and listen to you ramble on and on about things I’d never understand like whatever fancy gadget you’re working on that week. It’s telling me that we’d fight, which is a given, we’re too obstinate not to be at each other's throats, but we’d also make up and do it all over again. It’s telling me to take care of you.” 

Bruce finally let out a groan, not at the litany of dirty promises, but the promise of being cherished and cared for. Maybe it was his age getting to him, making him soft and desire all of these things he had sworn to himself he’d never have. 

Arthur was moving against him with fervor, eyes watching every one of Bruce’s reactions like a hawk, taking in his blissed out face and unguarded eyes. Savoring every whimper and groan that slipped from Bruce’s usually guarded lips. He was mesmerized, Bruce was truly gorgeous. Bruce wanted to tell him that he didn’t deserve to be looked at in such an endearing way. Bruce was damaged goods, scarred and ugly, undeserving of love. But all that left his lips was an embarrassing, “Ah! Arthur, ah fuck Arthur!” 

Bruce’s legs that were crossed around Arthur’s back pulled him closer, desperate for more of the addicting friction. 

He was close, he could feel it. Pre-come had stained his briefs, leaking like a faucet. Arthur sped up his pace, rutting harder against him, quickly sensing this was coming to an end. His hands slid from Bruce’s thighs to his ass, using this new leverage to grind Bruce against him harder. Bruce wanted to look away, the position too open and intimate, leaving him nowhere to hide. The reverent  look on Arthur’s face aroused too many emotions. Bruce didn’t deserve to be looked at like that.

Arthur refused to let him.  

He claimed his mouth. Bruce groans at the feeling of Arthur’s tongue and whimpers when Arthur doesn’t pull away and the kiss lasts longer than usual. He can feel his lungs burning, crying for air, but Bruce refuses to pull away, too lost in the feeling of Arthur everywhere to be concerned about the lack of oxygen. Bruce begins to get lightheaded, on the verge of passing out when Arthur finally pulls away. “That’s it love, see how perfect you are for me.” Bruce was red, not completely sure if it was from the lack of oxygen or the term of endearment. Bruce gasped for air, unable to form a reply.  

Arthur rocks into him faster, eyes shining in a way they weren’t before. His eyes glowed a bright amber, his powers surfacing. Bruce feels powerful, being able to receive such a reaction from him. “You’re so perfect for me,” Arthur whispers reverently. “Come for me Bruce.” 

He was usually quiet during sexual activities but everything was too intense and his attempts to muffle his noises had been met with Arthur slowing down the brutally frantic pace he set for them. Bruce let it all out and let Arthur take care of him. 

Bruce had blanked out from there but vaguely remembered a stream of, “Arthur, Arthur, Arthur,  of fuck, oh shit, so good Arthur fuck,” coming from his mouth as he was blinded by white hot pleasure, coming in his underwear like an inexperienced teenager. It had really been too long since he got laid. 

Arthur shudders and soon follows after Bruce who goes boneless in his arms. Arthur carried him over to the bed. They both strip, each equally eager to get out of their soiled underwear. Bruce watches as Arthur disappears in Bruce’s admittedly ostentatious bathroom and comes back with towels to clean them up. 

Bruce, not the first time tonight, admires the King's beauty. Awestruck with how well his tattoos looked on him and how beautiful his hair was. Arthur eventually came back and spooned Bruce from behind, nose tickling the nape. It was so peaceful Bruce almost didn’t hear when Arthur spoke. 

“Give us a trial run.” 

Bruce turned over on his side so he was able to face Arthur. “Trial run?” 

“Let’s date for 3 months, if at the end of this period you think that our relationship is getting in the way of our individual priorities as well as league business then we can end this amicably with no hard feelings.” Bruce pondered this for a moment, weighing the pros and cons and figuring out the logistics. 

“However if you find us being able to be together without it negatively affecting our priorities, and you’re happy with me, we make it official. And none of that ‘you’re too young’ or ‘it’s too complicated’ Bruce. If you truly don’t want to be with me because you’re not happy with me then I’ll accept it. But none of that overbearing sacrificial bullshit alright?” 

“And what if you decided you don’t want to be with me?” Bruce asked. 

Arthur rolled his eyes in mild annoyance for the presumably stupid question. “That won’t happen,” Arthur started, “My gut is telling me that you’re the one for me.” 

Bruce’s eyebrow rose with clear doubt. “Your gut?” 

“Yes Bruce, so what do you say?” 

Bruce sighed in resignation. “I’ll give us a shot.” 

Clearly Bruce didn’t think this “trial run” would bear any fruit but he was sure Arthur was going to convince him otherwise. Until then however.

Bruce kissed Arthur, slowly and tentatively at first, but soon turned torrid and needy. Bruce could feel Arthur hardening with interest. It seemed Atlanteans had fast refractory periods.

The rest of the night was consumed by loud groans caused by Arthur, taking Bruce from behind, up against the wall, and on his lap. Arthur had showered Bruce with sweet platitudes as Bruce tiredly rode him after Bruce was strung out from his fourth orgasm. The image of Bruce covered in sweat and come, with his sculpted body and gloriously thick thighs pleasuring himself on Arthur’s cock, wanting nothing but to make Arthur come, regardless of how worn out he is, was seared into Arthur’s memory. Bruce’s thighs were quaking from exhaustion, those glorious muscled thighs. The next time they did this, Arthur wanted those thighs to put him into a headlock while he sucked Bruce off. 

Bruce was tired, that much was clear. But he was taking Arthur so perfectly with the mantra of Arthur, Arthur, Arthur spilling from his lips. Bruce was perfect. Arthur didn’t understand how Bruce could ever feel insecure about his age. Just the sight of Bruce had him enraptured, Arthur was truly a lucky bastard, being able to see Bruce in the throes of pleasure. Arthur would continue to tell Bruce how he feels, so he knows just how amazing he is.

“You look so perfect like this Bruce. Split open my cock. Do you know how wonderful you feel around me? Squeezing and sucking me in so perfectly. You’re so warm and wet Bruce, I could watch you for days.

Bruce groaned in protest at Arthur’s praises. 

“If only you knew how many times I’ve  thought of this moment, late at night with my hand pumping my cock,” Arthur growled. “I want you to come again just like this, just from my cock. I want you to feel good. Can you let me take care of you?”

Bruce went lax on Arthur’s chest, hiding his face in the junction between Arthur’s neck and shoulder. 

That was enough of an answer for him. 

The soles of Arthur’s feet were set flat against the bed. In this more secure position, Arthur thrusted into Bruce relentlessly, encouraged by the litany of groans. Arthur digs his fingers into Bruce’s ass, holding him steady as his cock rams into him. Arthur picked up the pace. Bruce’s voice got louder, gasping and whimpering as Arthur fucked him faster and harder, the squelch of lube making him blush in embarrassment.

He continued fucking Bruce this way. Bruce clenched down around him and came, small droplets of come dribbling from his spent cock.  The slick tightness clenching around him was enough to bring Arthur over the edge for the third time that night, coming inside Bruce. Arthur gazed in amazement at his own come dribbling out of Bruce’s puffy abused hole. 

Bruce was going to hate him in the morning. 

As Arthur finally let Bruce fall asleep around 3:30 after having his fill with him, he kissed his shoulders with a type of gentleness Bruce was learning he needed to get used to, Bruce was beginning to think this trial wouldn’t be so bad. 

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Hey, does anyone remember that one episode of the OG teen titans where it was that contest of champions or whatever? Becuase...

"Welcome, champions all! I am the Master of Games, and you are hereby invited to compete in the Tournament of the Strongest! Each of you have been specially chosen as the smartest and strongest each species has to offer."

"Hey, isn't that a fourteen-year-old?"

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

If you are up for it could write more Justice League x Assistant reader?

That scenario did things to me honestly, and I can't find anything similar 😭

Maybe reader calls in sick and the each JL member goes to check on them unanounced (reader never told them were they lived but of course they'd know *sideeyes batman*) which end up on all the members questioning and pointing at each other *cue spider man meme*, because why are you at my darling's- I mean our Assistant's house!

Reader kicks everyone out except the gourmet chef batman brought to cook reader some chicken soup.

A Day in Life: In Health and Sickness

Synopsis: A day in life were you, the Justice League's assistant, find out that sickness and a bunch of obsessed superheroes are just too much to bear all at once.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Alfred Pennyworth

Tw: Nonconsensual (not sexual) touching; A single mention of obscene acts; Kinda breaking and entering; Reader gets physically restrained; Kinda forced infantilization? But not really, just humiliation; Some members of the League might be out of character bc I don't know them well enough; I was sleepy while revising and editing this so I might fix any mistakes I didn’t see later; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 2,6k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Thank you so much for your compliments and the request!! Your suggestion really gave me inspiration to write as soon as I saw it. It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope it's the same vibe and you like it!! Also I’ve seen all the requests for a part 2 of “He's My Collar”, but as stated here, I didn't answer bc I’m working on it! I just didn't have any ideas yet!

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

Whatever hit you today, it sucks. Yesterday, in the afternoon, you had a mild throbbing in your head, but not exactly a headache, at night, fever hit you, alongside a cough. Medicine helped enough but today you still felt a little warm, your head hurt, your nose was somehow stuffed and leaking at the same time. You've been awake for an hour and still just couldn't get yourself to care for your basic needs like showering and eating, let alone go to work, so you called in sick. At least you would have some piece for a day.

Or that's what you thought, until you heard some tapping on your window, scaring the shit out of you, and saw Superman outside with a sympathetic smile and holding a pharmacy bag, a crate of water bottles and food.

Ugh, of course you couldn't actually have some peace.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself and got up, walking towards you bedroom window, and tried sticking your head outside, hoping he wouldn't enter your home if you kicked him out before, but before you could do anything else, he supersped inside and suddenly was at your side, making you dizzier.

— Hey! I heard what happened. How’re you feeling? — The alien’s face showcased his concern on his furrowed brows and he took a step too close (any step in your direction taken by one of the heroes was already too close for you), extending his arm forward to place the back of his hand in your forehead. You took a step back but he didn't seem to mind.

— Uh, I'm fine. You didn't need to come here. — Superman shook his head.

— I wanted to help. Here, I brought som- — Doorbell. The hero looked in the direction the sound came from, most likely using his X-Ray vision to look through the walls and doors, and squinted his eyes. Oh boy. — You called someone? — His voice is weirdly calm, contrasting with the way he abruptly starts marching out of your room and to the door.

Earlier you thought the fast exertion of movements would be too great for you, but apparently adrenaline was on your side, enough to follow him around as if you were the visitor inside your own place.

— I didn't. — You respond flatly and holding back a groan from annoyance, since you also didn't invite him.

Superman immediately opens the door as soon as it's within his reach and what's on the other side surprises you more than when you got the job at the watchtower.

— Superman. — Batman didn't seem surprised, but he also never showed emotions other than anger. — (Y/N). This is Penny-One. — He is surely referencing the old man well dressed on his side. — He is here to take care of you. — You raise an eyebrow, almost speechless.

— T-Take care of me? — You helplessly watch them invading your residency, painfully aware there's nothing you can do. Superman crossed his arms.

— This is not necessary, I came here to do just that. — Superman’s protest unfortunately doesn't give you any hint of how this will all turn out, nor does it scare Batman and his friend away..

— You have your own responsibilities. — Batman simply states. — You should go.

Penny-One simply turns to you.

— It's a pleasure, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N), even in your condition. Master Batman talks a lot about you. — You don't know what to stay and it probably shows, since no one waits much for your reaction before Penny-One is moving towards your kitchen and Batman and Superman continue with their argument.

You just go and sit down on your couch, questioning your life decisions and escape plans, which will have to wait until this damned curse leaves your body (and your home).

Your hands raise to rub your face and maybe give you some clearance, maybe wake you up from this nightmare, but keeping your eyes closed and sitting down only remind you of your condition. You feel worse or is it just your spirits? Either way, you let your body slide down until your side rests on the couch cushions, arms hugging your own body to try to have some warmth back. When did it become so cold?

At least their voices were low, as if trying not to bother you, it's a little soothing, especially with the promise of having food. Your eyes hurt just from staying open so you don't. At some point, some type of fabric is thrown over your body and a hand combs through your hair. You are too weak to do anything.

Next time you open your eyes, it's due to disturbing noises, your head is no longer on the arm of the couch and instead is laying on someone’s bare thighs. A pair of hands is running through your locks, and a really nice smell is in the air.

Did you fall asleep?

That would explain why your head is on fucking Wonder Woman's lap and she is looking at you lovingly. Also the fabric from before is Superman's cape.

You quickly shoot up, although just as fast, four or five pairs of hands, coming from seemingly out of nowhere — startling you even more — push you back down, you don't go without struggle, and soon, all hands disappear, green lights catch your attention and you can't move your body a single inch anymore. Somehow, you ended up restrained by a green and bright cocoon, as if you were soon to be a butterfly, only your face is free. Green Lantern’s construct.

— Hey, hey, calm down, hot stuff. I know she’s scary and you would never want to be close to anyone else but me, but you still need rest. — You're turned to the ceiling against your wishes. For some reason the fact that your whole body is covered doesn't give you the comfort nor the protection it should give you, instead, it reminds you of how vulnerable you are.

Your wide and paranoid eyes try to search for anything, since your head is being held in place. You can see Wonder Woman above you, glaring at something outside your line of vision, you are still in her lap. A bit of Aquaman’s blond hair on the bottom of your vision. And Batman, towering over you and the amazon, just observing as always.

— You can release them now, Green Lantern. — It's Superman's voice.

— He is not going to. — You see Batman saying at the same time another voice speaks the same sentence, making all of them turn in the direction of the sound, somewhere you can't see, but you recognize the voice. — He thinks they're weak and incapable of making decisions. — I'm sorry, who is weak and incapable of making decisions here? — He also wants to prove he is the only one capable of protecting and taking care of (Y/N), and impress them so they will fall right into his arms, call him a hero and give him a kiss… And other obscene things. — Batman smirks. Wonder Woman and another new and deep voice loudly laugh, the masculine voice being more obnoxious. Someone scoffs indignantly.

— Okay. Get out of my fucking head or I will make you. — The Lantern's voice sounds angry and you hear hurried footsteps. They wouldn't fight right here, right?! Right beside your sick body and in the middle of your crumpled apartament… It would make such a mess…

— I wasn't inside your head. Your thoughts were too loud, it's like you are screaming in my ear.

— I will make you scream! — You hear Superman superspeeding, probably getting in between the fighting duo.

— Ha- Green Lantern, calm down. No one will make anyone do anything here.

The agonizing feeling of restriction grows.

— WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? — You scream in a husky voice, panting right after. Everyone is silent and the next second, the construct moves you around until you're sitting up, back to the back of the couch. You are still being held and manhandled, but at least you're not in someone's lap and you can see something other than your ceiling.

Martian Manhunter is standing a few meters away from you, Superman by his side. Wonder Woman was still sitting beside you and doesn't look like getting up any time soon, Green Lantern makes his way to sit down on your other side, placing his arm around you, gladly you can't even feel it. Batman is still standing on the side of the couch, his cape covering his body. Aquaman is sitting in your armchair, his face laid on his hand, watching amused, if not a bit annoyed.

It's so weird seeing all of them, suited up, in the middle of your living room, and in plain daylight.

— We came here to nurse you back to health. — Wonder Woman speaks.

— Uhh, don't you think this is a little too much? — The heroes look at each other as if looking for the issue.

— I mean, yeah. I could do it alone, but for some reason when I got here, these freaks had already broken into your house. — Freak Lantern says, pointing an accusing finger at the other freaks in question, the trinity, Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman. — Those two came in later. — He nodded at Martian Manhunter and Aquaman, not giving them a single look, his eyes solely on you. Like everytime he insists on overly making eye contact with you, it's a bit uncanny. — Worry not, beautiful. I will kick them out for you. ��� Superman and Wonder Woman snort at his arrogance.

— You could go with them. I'm fine, I don't need help. I’ve been taking care of myself for years and can still do it. — You've been nice long enough, they crossed the line, they invaded your apartment, which is so unprofessional, and you need to set limits. They just look at you with pity.

— I am are aware of my neglect. — Neglect? — But it's going to be different now that we are reunited… — Uh? What is Manhunter talking about?

— Exactly. History has proven how men are unreliable and indifferent to others. I'm the only one you need, darling. — Wonder Woman caresses your face. — I don't even know what they think they are doing here…

— What are you doing here, princess? Don't you have mommy issues to fix or a guy named Steve Trevor to talk to? — The amazon furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the one sitting on your other side.

— Don't listen to him, (Y/N). I left Steve a long time ago, when I met you. — Girl, why? Go back to your man! Leave me alone! — What about Aquaman? Doesn't he have a kingdom to rule? — The man in question dismissed her answer with a hand movement.

— I’m protecting Atlantis’s future by making sure none of you get any ideas and (Y/N) survives their illness. — Batman shook his head.

— I’ve already made sure they're taken care of. You shouldn't be here. There's more important matters for us out there.

— Then why aren't you there?

Their battle of egos is just too fast for your slowed down brain to process and try to formulate any form of strategy. Before their banter gets worse, the older man from before reappears.

— Your soup is ready, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N). — Penny-One seems unbothered by the commotion around you, walking in with the source of the heavenly smell. Your mouth waters.

— Let me do it, Penny-One. — Wonder Woman gently offers and takes the bowl from him, along with the spoon. The Justice League makes sounds of disgust when they start watching her spoon feeding you (they wanted to be in her place).

You groan, complain, try to wiggle out of the construct but nothing works, especially with your fatigued and sick state. If you weren't claustrophobic before you might be from now on. You are clearly uncomfortable and practically begging to get out but for some reason they just won't listen. It gets to the point where as soon as you finish your soup — after realizing, again, that with those people it's just easier to surrender —, and take your medicine, Green Lantern’s temper apparently gets done with your whining and resistance, and he simply makes another construct. Now you have a pacifier in your mouth. It's your limit.

They start fighting again because some of them find it degrading, some like to hear your voice even if they know how close to cussing them out you are, and some think it's cute and prefer your quietness over your cries.

You can't move. You can't spit it out. You can't bite it off. You can't ask for help.

Green Lantern is rubbing your cheek while — slightly — mocking you. Wonder Woman is cooing at you, while trying to convince the Lantern to stop with his antics. Aquaman is clearly expressing he is on the Lantern’s side. Batman, Superman and Martian Manhunter are threatening him.

Frustration gets the better of you and the dam breaks loose. Now you are wrapped, with a pacifier and crying. Like a baby. In front of your bosses. In front of people who think you are vulnerable and need them. They're practically keeping you hostage. You didn't want them here. You told them no, countless times, and they just blatantly ignored your boundaries.

You have a pa-ci-fi-er. In. Your. Mouth.

And they are talking. They are ignoring you. They're been doing it for hours. No. Months. That's abuse.

This is the most emotion they ever got out of you and it immediately quiets everyone down. They're just staring at you, shocked. This whole thing is just a shitshow. A disaster. They're a curse. You are cursed.

It's so distracting that it makes Green Lantern lose his concentration, which is what fuels his ring’s power, and the constructs start dissipating.

You immediately get up and put as much distance between you and the team, who all have wide eyes and maybe had just now realized the gravity of the situation, while thinking about control damage.

You are searching desperately for how you could effectively kick them out, while also experiencing just the aftereffects of a new trauma, when it looks like it will get even worse. Flash zooms into the apartment.

— Hey, (Y/N)! Sorry I took so long! Busy Day. N-Not that I wouldn't quit anything and everything just to help you. I just now saw the notification that you took a day off today! W-What… W-What are you guys doing here…? — The speedster noticed after his rambles the he is not the only one in the middle of your living room, and points at the whole team, who is on the complete opposite side of you. They also point at him.

— You’re late. — Batman states.

— Slowest man alive. — Green Lantern calls out his friend.

Flash looks around as if gathering his thoughts and notices your distressed state. He turns completely to them, his back to you and him being between you and his team.

— What did you do to them? — At his demand, all of them start pointing at each other and giving some sort of explanation or their side of the story at the same time, turning it into unintelligible sounds, until your yell interrupts them.

— GET. OUT!

— But-

— OUT!

— But, (Y/N)-

— NOW! GET OUT NOW!

They grumble but comply. Penny-One, who was totally unfazed during the while ordeal, just sighs, and starts making his way with them. Until you take a timid step toward him and stop him.

— N-Not you… I-I mean the soup was really good and I don't think I will have the energy to cook later… I-If it's n-not bothering you… — The older man smiles placantinly at you.

— Of course, dear. I'm getting paid either way, might as well just finish my job here.

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[superbat-love]

Martian Manhunter: I have treated your injuries as best as I could, Batman. I would recommend bed rest until you have fully recovered.

Batman: I should be back in a week.

Superman: A week? But-

Batman: A week. I don’t have the luxury of rest, Superman. [glaring] Are you going to stop me?

Superman: No, I’ll let it slide this time, on one condition. [determinedly steps into Batman’s personal space]

Batman: …Superman, why are you hugging me?

Superman: This will be our daily therapy.

Batman: Are you… purring?

Flash: [enters the med bay] Don’t mind me guys, I’m just here to… Whoa. Is it Batman’s birthday today? Can I get a hug too?

Martian Manhunter: I am aware that vibrations produced by a cat's purr can aid in the process of healing. Perhaps this could be a good substitute, Batman. It may shorten your recovery time.

Batman: I’m not going to let myself be-

Superman: It’s either this or a month’s bed rest, Batman.

Flash: Oh cool! I can help too. Healing group hug! [glomps Martian Manhunter, Superman & Batman, vibrating slightly]

Aquaman: [enters the med bay] Hey Superman. Whoa.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the Justice League’s computer intelligence

Justice League x reader

warnings:

a/n: THANKS BABE. this is such an old request i am so freaking sorry

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I would like to request a Justice League (DC Extended Universe) + Reader who is sort of their 'Person in the Chair' - helping behind the scenes to keep their weapons/powers/skillset in tact, but is not afraid to fight back if necessary? I would like these to be a set of headcanons, please? Thank you and Happy Writing! P.S. You're writing is incredible!”

you and alfred got along well

“glad i’m not the only one doing the grunt work anymore” -alfred

“and i was under the impression you loved this job” -you, sarcastically

you could frequently be found switching between important sites that actually helped during missions and reddit

“alfred hang on i want your opinion on this: ‘am i the asshole for trying on my bosses suit? i (25m) work with some pretty famous people and my boss (45m) has a really cool suit. it’s a little stiff but i think i like it. anyways, there’s a matching hat (if you will) and it smells AWFUL, so i sprayed it with febreeze but it only made it worse—’” -you

“hang on. this cant be…” -alfred

“HOW DID YOU FIND MY REDDIT ACCOUNT?!” -barry, over comms

“your name is scarletspeedster, and we’ve been trying to wash that febreeze smell from the cowl for weeks.” -you

“my god, barry. next time, just use an old suit” -alfred

“really?!” -barry

“no” -you and alfred

you do a lot of gadget/weapon design with JL members

“it’s acceptable” -bruce

“wow, thanks” -you

“it’s…it’s good work. i mean it” -bruce

diana sits with you and tells you stories, sometimes theyre very informational

“so if you ever do end up fighting, you’re going to want to craft a very nice sword for yourself. i know you’re good at that, you’ll do just fine” -diana

barry nerds out with you sometimes

he gets real excited when he sees you designing stuff on the computer

and tries to be helpful

“wind resistance might be a problem with this design, you should go sleeker” -barry

“hey, barry? if you don’t let me do my job im gonna design a tool specifically to shut you up” -you

“harsh!” -barry

“sorry, maybe a little too far. but let me work” -you

arthur wanted cooler clothes

“can i get you some material from atlantis so you can make me a nicer suit?” -arthur

“only if you bring me extra so i can have fun with it” -you

“not a problem for the king, its a deal” -arthur

clark didn’t really need/want much

but he was a great help when testing new weapons and suits

“can you just…laser vision that target right ahead. new suit material” -you

“yeah, stand back” -clark

it held for a good 20 seconds

“better than i thought” -you

you were their eyes in the sky on missions

directions, lookout, enemies, obstacles, detours, you name it

and yeah, maybe victor could also do a great deal of this stuff, but you got to do it behind the scenes and you actually got paid pretty well for it

but occasionally you did ask him for tech support

“victor, the batcomputer froze” -you

“i know, i did that on purpose” -vic

“can you unfreeze it so i can see what’s going on?” -you

“what’s the password?” -vic

*sigh* “ilovevicstone123” -you

diana let you spar with her sometimes

which honestly scared you every time bc you know she could kill you if she wanted to (but you knew she would never)

(but she could)

you’d never be apart of the justice league, which was very okay with you because you loved being behind the scenes and not being shot at

and so long and you had tea with alfred while the rest of them were kicking ass, you’d manage

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[satoshy12]

Nemesis Swap

As the Nemesis of the Heroes talked, they chose to swap for a week. They would attack the hero of the lottery. The Joker, Luthor, Cheetah, Reverse Flash, Vlad Plasmius, Black Manta, and Sinestro So Joker left to hunt; same with the rest. 

Vlad at least warned the other Villian, while Phantom is a child. He would attack ferals, and if they were not careful, they would lose a body part. He doesn't get that normal people break like sticks. So while Vlad was fighting against Green Lantern, Joker against Green Arrow,  Cheetah against Superman Lex Luthor vs. Aquaman Black Manta vs. Batman and Reverse Flash against Wonder Woman + Sinestro was actually doing pretty well with Plasmius enemy; he was confused about who he was, and as he learned, he was an alien.  The boy didn't even try to fight him and only wanted to hear his stories and similar ones.

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 11

More of a funny shenanigans one.

Danny has been chasing his rouges all throughout the country. Whatever city he is in some form of shenanigans occur. Due to the GIW he decided to do it human. He has his parents travel devices and inventions so it will be easy peasy.

Metropolis he steals some kryptonite and feeds it to cujo. Obviously cujo is coming as a guard dog. Danny can’t control him plus the dog could smell the ecto candy. Danny is munching some as well all while he soups whichever rouge it is.

Central city he bugs the flash about how he could mess with the flow of time. He thinks it’s cool and clockwork allows it cause it’s funny. (Clockwork let’s ppl figure out not to mess with time themselves. Danny leaned when vlad ended up with his mom and jack had ecto acne flash would figure it out) But he just tells it to Barry no care that he isn’t in costume.

Runs into wonder woman and is just an absolutely fanboy. Gushing. About everything she’s done. He drops knowledge about feats he shouldn’t know cause pandora told him stories about her.

Runs into Constantine and just praises him for his soul selling. It’s just chaos whenever the ghost council meets. Danny is a gremlin he got in a prank war with vlad he absolutely would think it’s hilarious. He knows a few beings who bought his soul as well and name drops them.

Youngblood wants to do an underwater adventure. He’s been a cowboy and pirate so why not underwater diver. So now Danny is in the ocean dealing with an enemy aqua man can’t see. Aqua lad is just describing Youngblood with googles on. Danny has a fenton work product letting him dive in the sea. Anything with Youngblood is a shenanigans enough said.

In Gotham he wasn’t expecting a not quite a halfa, red hood. Now when his rouge goes to cause property damage he goes to soup them. It sucks in red hood. Danny didn’t want red hood soup.

Danny then panics trying to release the thermos. All while the batfam are watching the exchange. Danny is frantically apologizing and just failing to open it.

By the time he gets it open he is just embarrassed. His rouge is free and took off. So Danny goes invisible forgetting he was supposed to act human and pretends it never happened.

The next justice league would be hilarious

[justalovelyblackgf]

“why you always watching superhero stuff? ” 😐

The superheroes:

[delicatedarknight]

There are two types of couples

Flash: hey everyone! Me and Hal are officially dating

Wonder woman: congratulations!! 

Clark: I knew it! See I wasn't lying when I told you guys that I saw them holding hands.

Diana: that's cute

Arthur: I also saw Barry trying to kiss Hal with hot Cheetos crumbs

Diana: ok now that's not cute 

Bruce: me and Clark are going to get married tomorrow. You all are invited.

Diana: wow..straight up marriage? Still congratulations!!

Hal Jordan: wait, you guys were even dating?

Diana: what makes you question that?

Hal: I saw him punching supes with a Kryptonite ring

Arthur: even I saw them.

Diana: you also saw him punching?

Arthur: Yeah, I saw them punching each other with...their lips

Hal: ew..

[blakeswritingimagines]

Who fell first and who fell harder

Batman: He fell first but you fell harder

Superman: You fell first but he fell harder

Aquaman: He fell first and harder

Wonder Woman: You fell first and harder

Shazam: He fell first but you fell harder

Flash: He fell first and harder

Nightwing: You fell first but he fell harder

Red Hood: You fell first but he fell harder

Red Robin: He fell first but you fell harder

Robin: You fell first and harder

Batgirl: She fell first and harder

Superboy: He fell first but you fell harder

[downthe-f4ndom-rabbith0le]

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 3

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 2627 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazons' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

~~~

'You are five miles from the estimated target, Master Dick,' Alfred said over the intercom of the Bat Wing.

Immediately upon entering Wayne Manor, Dick had rushed to his childhood room - the one he still used on the occasion he worked with Bruce as the Dynamic Duo, or he needed some space from his duties as Bludhaven's hero - and packed a small duffle of clothes and weapons and ran straight for the Bat Cave. As promised, Alfred had the Bat Wing waiting, ready for take off, and Dick barely greeted the old man before leaving Gotham far behind.

Dick had been flying for almost twelve hours and hadn't slept a wink. Sitting at the control panel with only a wide window of open sea to look at, Dick rubbed his tired eyes as the shadows of sleep flickered in the corners of his vision. He had to stay awake, just a little bit longer at least.

And then... Well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

'Is there anything else you need from me, Master Dick?' Alfred asked.

Dick shook his head initially, then remembered Alfred couldn't see him. 'No, thank you, Alfred,' Dick replied, sitting up straighter in his seat. 'I should be fine from here on out.'

It was quiet for a moment, and Dick thought Alfred had signed off accidentally. But then he spoke. 'Are you sure there is something out here? I know you and your friends' findings seem well-supported, but there is only open ocean. There isn't even an under water volcano or ancient mountain range recorded there.'

'Which makes it an even more suspicious place,' Dick countered. 'Trust me Alfred, there is something out here.'

'Let's just hope Miss Y/N is too, or you'll have wasted Master Bruce's fuel. And I will tell you now, he will not be pleased about that.'

The mention of her name caused Dick's heart rate to increase with anxiety. But he quickly recovered as he scoffed. 'I don't know why he's complaining,' Dick said nonchalantly. 'He's the billionaire of the family, after all.'

'Have you seen the price of fuel these days?'

That caused Dick to chuckle slightly, just imagining the singular raised eyebrow Alfred used to ask the silent question of Are you serious? In that moment, he was once again grateful for Alfred. He barely asked any questions as to why Dick needed the Bat Wing, he just trusted Dick that it was for a good reason. Unlike Bruce, where trust needed to be hard earned, Alfred had always given his trust and love unconditionally.

The Bat Wing suddenly jerked as it seemed to hit something. Or, maybe, something hit it.

'Master Dick, what was that?" Alfred asked, worry lacing his words.

Suddenly alert, Dick brought up the different cameras hidden in the ship to try and find what had cause the sudden shift, but sound nothing.

'I'm not sure, Alfred,' Dick answered, running diagnostics over the ship in case of damage. 'There seems to be no damage to the Bat Wing, and there is nothing on the radar indicating another ship or flying creature of sorts.'

The ship rocked again, and Dick gripped tighter to the control handles as he took the ship off autopilot. 'What in the world!'

'Master Di-,' Alfred said, but his words were glitchy and some parts were coming through slowly. 'A-re yo- all rig-' Alfred was cut off before he could finish.

'Alfred? Alfred,' Dick called, but he got no reply. He slammed the control handles in frustration. 'Damnit.' He was on his own now.

However, his annoyance dissipated at the site he'd only ever seen in books he'd borrowed from Y/N when they were children.

To say Themyscira stood atop a mountain would be an inaccurate description. It was more like Themyscira was the mountain, with a long staircase weaving and winding up the entire mountain from the ivory beach and cerulean waters at the base of it. There were small stone huts with woven roofs closer to the beach, but quickly evolved into larger houses and buildings of impressive white columns and marble. As Dick flew closer to the island, he spotted a large coliseum used for sports and physical trials like the ruins in Greece, and a small amphitheatre next door that no doubt was used for the arts.

Atop Themyscira's mountain could only be the royal palace, held up by intricately carved statues of women and marble columns, decorated in plates of gold and held together by green grape vines that covered the palace walls, the statues, the columns.

The bed time stories he'd heard from Wonder Woman when he and Y/N would have sleepovers was more than his imagination could ever conceptualise, and the few descriptions and drawings of the island in the books he'd read were amateur attempts that held no candle to the real deal.

It was, in a word, paradise.

I must've hit the invisible barrier before, Dick deduced as he took in the sight of it all. That's why communications were knocked. That's why he'd felt so anxious and tired the closer he got. Now that he'd passed through, he felt ten times better.

A beeping pulled Dick out his trance, drawing his attention to the radar. Something was coming at him. Fast.

Dick looked up in time to see a large fire ball flying at him and barely dodged it. It was so hot Dick felt its heat through the window as it scraped by.

'Woah!' Dick cried, angling the Bat Wing so Dick could see where the fireball had come from. And, more importantly, who had thrown it. Down on the ivory beach was a line of catapults set up Dick hadn't spotted before, and he could just make out an army milling about around each catapult as they reloaded the catapults.

Before he knew it, he was swerving as another fireball flew at him, this time catching part of the left wing and melting it. Sirens blared, indicating the damage, but Dick didn't have time to worry about that. The Amazons thought he was a threat. He needed to change that, or he'd be a goner.

Crazy an idea as it was, Dick manoeuvred through the line of fireballs the Amazons catapulted at him towards the beach. Once he was close enough, he turned on the speaker so the outside world could hear him. 'Please, Amazons of Themyscira, I mean you no harm,' Dick announced to them, hoping he sounded genuine. 'I am going to land my aircraft on your shore. I just want to ta-'

He didn't have time as a small boulder connected with the left wing, sending the Bat Wing into a spin that Dick couldn't control. Sirens blared in the cockpit, reds light flashed and his front window lit up with the message SYSTEM FAILURE in bright red letters. The steering was shot, his vision was impaired, so Dick just closed his eyes and braced for impact.

The Bat Wing hit the beach hard, knocking the wind out of Dick for a moment. Once he'd regained his breath and the world had stopped spinning, Dick checked his immediate surroundings. He was in one piece still, and the Bat Wing hadn't exploded. Good start.

Before he could unplug himself, a spearhead stabbed through the glass of the front window, shattering it completely as the Amazon wielding it pulled it out. Dick was temporarily blinded by the sudden invasion of sunlight to his senses, but he still put his hands up in surrender in case they still thought him a threat.

'Please,' he begged through laboured breaths. 'Please, I don't mean you any harm. I just need to talk with someone you might know. Please.'

'Síko órthios, pareísaktes,' a strong voice hissed above him, her words whipping out like a delicate snake. She yanked him from his seat, breaking the seatbelt as she did, and threw him onto white, hot sand.

Vision coming back ever so slowly, Dick saw more figures approaching where he laid on the beach, spears and swords and shields in hand. All women, and all wearing brown leather skirts, sandals, and breast plates and bronze helmets of the ancient greeks. A small crowd formed around him, leaving no room for escape.

Realising this, Dick hauled himself to his feet and spun around to survey the group with his hands raised. The women ranged from youthful to mature, but all of them looked capable of killing him should he dare run. Capable, and willing.

'Poios eísai esý?' a woman with long brunette hair asked. She looked slightly older than him, perhaps mid to late 20s. But knowing how old Wonder Woman had lived for already, Dick was almost sure all of the women surrounding him were much older than they appeared.

I really regret not taking those Greek classes with Y/N now, he thought to himself, not having a clue what the woman had asked him. When he didn't reply though, she repeated her question but with more annoyance and aggression, pointing her spear towards his chest.

'I am Dick Grayson,' he said, not sure if they could understand him or not. 'I mean you no harm. Please, I must talk with someone you know... Do you understand me?'

The blank faces he received in return were answer enough. The brunette turned to two other women beside her, whispering to one another. It only lasted a moment, for then the brunette raised her spear higher towards Dick's throat. The rest of the women also raised their weapons, all pointed at him.

'Ánthropos apó to exoterikó,' she announced for all to hear, her delivery final and true, 'edó tha petháneis!'

Just as she raised her spear, Dick threw his hands up again and cried, 'Y/N!'

He waited for pain, for the sensation of falling and then nothing, but it never came. The brunette paused, spear still raised above her, and looked at him curiously.

'Pós gnorízeis tin prinkípissá mas?' she asked, and to Dick's surprise, he recognised one word. Prinkipissá. Princess.

'Yes,' he said, seizing potentially his only chance at surviving. 'She would be your princess. Sorry, your prinkipissá. Daughter of your champion, Diana.'

At the mention of the mighty Wonder Women, the brunette lowered her weapon entirely and turned to the other women as quiet murmurs broke out amongst the group. Dick wasn't sure what he'd started, but he knew they knew of who he spoke of, and what power her name held. Not just anybody could wield her name.

'I came here to speak with Prinkipissá Y/N,' Dick continued, and then he put his hands together as if he were about to pray. 'Please, can you lead me to her? Is she even here?'

The brunette and her two friends looked him up and down for a moment before consulting one another one last time. After what felt like an eternity, the brunette stepped forward and looked him dead in the eyes.

'Piáste ton!' she cried, and two women grabbed both his arms, ensuring he couldn't escape. 'Tha ton páme stin prinkípissá mas.'

She then turned away, and Dick was lead by the arms after her and the rest of the crowd. He managed look over his shoulder to see the wreckage of the Bat Wing. The left wing was one metal sheet away from tearing off completely, and the shattered glass and the many dents in the side of the ship just added to Dick's dismay. Oh yeah, Bruce is going to be pissed.

If the Amazons let him live and he ever got off the island, Bruce would definitely make sure Dick suffered long and hard.

Dick was lead up hundreds and hundreds of steps, walking through the bustling city of women and young girls all going about their daily lives. For some reason, it was off putting to Dick to see women and children doing the washing or playing games in the open street. He wasn't sure why, but he envisioned the whole island as warrior women who all fought and died for each other and their home.

They could probably still whoop my ass, he thought as he was marched by some children who were previously playing a game with some dice and a ceramic cup before he came along and stole their attention. It came to Dick's mind that these young girls probably had never seen a male before, and so he smiled at them as kindly as he could. Some of the children smiled back, others had their mothers nearby collect them and take them inside. Dick couldn't blame them for it. Wouldn't he do the same for his child if the roles were reversed.

Why the hell am I thinking about children right now? he asked himself, but he didn't have time to ponder the question as they quickly walked up a final set of stairs into an open field of green covered in warrior women training. When the whole group stopped, Dick was brought to such a startling halt that he thought his arms were going to pop out of their sockets. Thank God for that, he thought, feeling his legs ache with all the climbing. Or is it Zeus I should thank? Maybe Hera? Athena?

The brunette raised her spear, and those not holding Dick prisoner did the same. 'Prinkipissá,' she called out above the din of all the sparring and training. 'Échoume kápoion gia esás.'

Dick wasn't sure who the brunette was talking to at first, but then his gaze settled on a group of women just ahead of them. It seemed it was a six-versus-one situation, as six women surrounded one young woman with familiar H/C hair. The six women ran at the young woman in the middle, all taking swings with their fists and swords, aiming for her head and legs and mid section. While the young woman took a few punches, she didn't flinch with pain. She would just grab her attacker's wrist and flip her over and slam her into the ground.

The fight only lasted a minute, and ended with the H/C haired pointing a sword at her final opponent's throat as she pressed her to the ground with her foot.

When she flipped her hair as she turned to face their group, only then did Dick fully realise who it was.

'Y/N!' he cried out, the brightest smile spreading across his face. Two years since he'd last seen her, his best friend. After the not-so-very-warm welcome, he was beyond relieved to see a familiar face.

But instead of reciprocating his smile with the one he'd always admired since they were children, Y/N paled as if she had seen a ghost. Her whole body seemed to freeze up as her eyes connected with Dick's, and for a moment Dick feared he had mistaken some poor girl for his best friend.

But her shock melted away, and Dick was met with angry eyes and a stony face. Oh, yeah. That's Y/N. He couldn't recall the amount of times he'd seen that expression before, but there was no mistaking it.

His fear turned towards himself as she suddenly, with sword still in hand, stormed towards him, ignoring the other women around her still training.

'Y/N, it's me Dick,' he said, just in case she hadn't recognised him, but still she came at him, raising the sword to her side. 'Wait, what are you doing?

As she stood a step from him, she changed her grip on the sword's hilt and swung the butt of it at his head.

'Hey! Don't-'

The last thing he saw were Y/N's angry eyes of E/C before pain exploded from his right temple and darkness overcame him.

~~~

Síko órthios, pareísaktes = On your feet, outsider

Poios eísai esý? = Who are you?

Ánthropos apó to exoterikó, edó tha petháneis! = Man from the outside, you will die here!

Pós gnorízeis tin prinkípissá mas? = How do you know our princess?

Piáste ton! = Grab him!

Tha ton páme stin prinkípissá mas = We shall take him to our princess

Échoume kápoion gia esás = We have someone for you

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Dp x Dc fic idea

Part 2

So I've been re-watching Yu Yu Hakusho lately and was struck with an idea. What if there was a tradition in the Infinite Realms that the Ghost King would conduct a multiverse level fighting tournament? It probably started as control measure of some sort or stress relief for extremely powerful beings and the Ghost King is the only one who's true neutral enough to judge and powerful enough to kick their asses if they misbehave.

And the final prize is that the Ghost King would grant you a wish? As well as one time access to Zeroth Hour? And that's a reward no one can resist.

I'm imagining a scenario where Darksied or something was gearing up to once again invade Earth, and the JL and affiliated all prepared to defend the planet but before the attack could be launched, a green blob appeared right in front of Darkseid and somehow it actually makes the tyrant flinch. That made everyone pay attention. And then the blob announces the beginning of the tournament and Darkseid promptly packs up and leaves, leaving the heroes dumbfounded.

So something like this:

The air was rife with tension. All eyes were on Metropolis, at the gaping maw of the portal opening right above the city. The forces of Apokolips were once again invading. Darkseid had declared war.

Earth's heroes stood grim, ready to give their lives in defence of the planet. Their gazes were fixed on Darkseid, standing in front of his army, surveying his opponents. His general stood behind him, primed for combat.

Abruptly the pressure doubled, and the heroes tensed, readying for battle.

Darkseid raised his left hand, to light the spark of war. But before he could bring it down, the space between the two factions, right there in the middle, twisted.

And from the distortion, a titanic, green, humanoid...blob appeared.

The heroes stared. The New Gods stared. The creature did not stare, as it had no eyes, nor did it care.

It then spoke, with a solid, booming voice completely incongruous with its make.

"Uxas of Apokolips!"

The heroes watched in bafflement as their greatest foe jolted.

"The Infinite Realms hereby declares the beginning of the Grand Tourney. You are cordially invited to participate on behalf of Apokolips."

Among the Earth forces, one John Constantine felt dread overcome his body as he realized what exactly was happening. Shit, was it that time of the millennium already?

Captain Marvel seemed to be on the same vein of thought as the Wisdom of Solomon as well as the knowledge of his predecessors filled him in on what was going on.

The Dark members in the know had similar reactions. All across the planet, and in the dimension, magical entities who had tuned into watch the fatal confrontation, felt excitement racing through them as they realized what this meant. Other beings? Not so much.

Batman was cataloguing these strange turn of events carefully. Superman was puzzled but still held himself ready. Green Lantern was trying to figure out why exactly his ring was behaving strangely and giving out sparks. Martian Manhunter was analyzing the curious psionic readings he was getting from the creature.

Wonder Woman and Aquaman however had the dawning expression of recognition on their faces, which did not go unnoticed by their Gothamite colleague.

Surprisingly the Flash was looking at the creature as if it wasn't the first time he saw it. That too was noted by the Dark Knight.

On the Apokolips side however, there were no signs of puzzlement. Instead it looked like excitement was spreading like wildfire through the army, and even Darkseid looked eager.

The creature took note of none of these developments and continued.

"The first event is the Great Hunt. As an invited participant, a hint would be provided to you should you accept".

It bent its great, gelatinous head towards the Apokoliptian ruler.

"Do you accept, Uxas of Apokolips?"

In response, Darkseid stepped forward. "I accept."

And in a flash, before the New God appeared a pitch black card, and the creature announced, "Uxas, Ruler of Apokolips, Participant Number R813."

It straightened to its full height. "Your first hint is on Apokolips, young ruler."

And the next second it was gone, with the same exact warping of space it had come from.

The two factions were left alone, sans eldritch green goop.

Most of the heroes had one thought: What the fuck just happened and did the green goop thing call Darkseid young?"

Darkseid did not waste anytime however. He turned to his army and ordered, "Retreat!"

And just like that the great army filtered back through the portal they had come from, and the mortals heroes of Earth watched, perplexed. They still held themselves at the ready, in case this was all a ploy of some sort, and half of them believed it was. After all, what could make an obsessive tyrant like Darkseid turn back?

A good portion of the heroes were trying to figure out what the Grand Tourney the creature had mentioned was.

And those in the know? Well they knew chaos was incoming.

The portal closed and just like that, Earth lived to see another day. Via interruption by magical goop.

..............................................................................................................................

And there you have it! Personally I think a scenario like this is hilarious. Imagine you're on the battlefield, facing a gargantuan, godly army, readying yourself for a battle that could kill you. And then the battle was cancelled cause your opponent had somewhere urgent to be.

I don't have a clear cut idea on what Zeroth Hour is beyond it being a great timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly thing, so any ideas are welcome.

The Tourney only happens once every 100,000 years, and it takes place across the omniverse, on different terrains, different timelines, different dimensions and so on. The card that Darkseid got acts as an access key to tournament sites he doesn't normally have access to. The card also monitors participants and is programmed to hell and back to not allow the participants to misuse it. There are dire consequences if you do.

There are 14 stages in total, and the final, combat stage is conducted in a ever evolving, ever changing battle ground on the edges of the Ghost Zone.

Faerie here is not the Fair Lands in DC, and does not follow the dc fictional mythology.

Infinite Beings do not take part in the Tourney.

The last victor was a half dragon, half god prince from Dimension 976123065. He asked for the opportunity to court Princess Dorothea. It was a reality show moment for the Ghost Zone.

Also some extra details:

The JL would of course come to know what the Grand Tourney is, and then realize that if Darkseid won, he would get the anti-life equation that way. And before they could panic their mind would be blown by the fact that apparently, Darkseid is not likely to win at all, cos there are bigger players in the game.

Constantine would be forced to admit that even if you don't get an invitation, you can still participate if you register. Though you won't get the opening hint or any other boosts until Stage 5. He can't understand why anyone would want to considering that those who do get invitations are on the level of Darkseid and higher.

Batman would insist they check it out.

Constantine would say that he has no idea where the registration office is.

Captain Marvel would chime in that the office was most likely in the Faerie.

Constantine would then insist that they have no business messing around in the Faerie. JL Dark would nod vehemently in agreement.

Batman insists they at least watch the tournament. Constantine gets conned into organizing a watch party.

PART 2

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

A Day in Life

Synopsis: A day in your life while working as the Justice League's assistant. Also, they are all yanderes for you and it's Valentine's Day.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+ just because of a mention of Superman misusing his X-Ray vision and the mention of hooking up, aside from that, this is pretty SFW; Flash and Green Lantern are a little delusional; Hal Jordan is pushy; Batman is probably a little out of character (and I’m ashamed to keep it that way) bc I can't see him giving anyone flowers as Batman, just as Bruce Wayne; Mentions of them all secretly stalking you; This League members are Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash (Barry Allen), Green Lantern (Hal Jordan; John Stewart is mentioned), Aquaman and Martian Manhunter; I wrote too little about Martian Manhunter, Aquaman here because I don't know much about them; Wish I had more ideas for Wonder Woman’s interaction here too cause I love her; My crush on Hal is very obvious; Reader doesn't struggle much against them but they're also pretty tame; The physics in flying and running at super speed might be wrong but this is comic book science so it's wrong either way; English is not my first language.

Word count: 1,6k

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The zeta tube flashes and the AI voice announces the arrival of Flash. Your heart goes fast.

— Hey, (Y/N)! — In a flash, he's in front of you. — Happy Valentine's Day! — You tear your eyes off of your schedule on your tablet and see him holding a rose towards you.

— Oh, hey, Flash… — You reply a little tense. — Thank you… You didn't need to. — You hesitantly take the rose from him and whilst your attention is on staring at the flower and holding back a grimace, you miss the glint in his blue eyes. His blush is covered by his mask. His mind seeks for something to say before you decide to break the momentary silence. — You're really sweet, it's great to have a friend like you! — You make sure to exclain, the tone a notch higher, trying to make your point come across. Flash’s face falls.

— Uh- I- Actually- — His speech gets cut off by the zeta announcing Superman. Before you can have a heart attack, the boy scout also zooms in front of you, this time your hair blows back with the wind. He must've come flying.

— (Y/N)’s heart is pounding, what are you doing, Flash? — Superman alternates between looking at your face worriedly, then your chest, then glaring at the speedster by his side.

— What? Nothing! — Flash looks wide-eyed at Superman. Then his mind clicks and he looks at you again. — Wait, what? Your heart is pounding? Is it… Is it because of me?! — You see the dazed look on his face coming to the surface again. Oh boy.

You casually make the effort to take a breath you didn't know you were holding and make your heart go down. You hate when Super uses his X-Ray vision on you. You can never be sure when he is doing it, but why else would he analytically stare specifically at your body when he is worried about you? Also, that time when you commented with Sarah from the kitchen’s crew that you forgot to do your laundry and went to the Watchtower without underwear. Seconds later, Superman appeared in the doorway, looking startled and flustered, ears red. Although he pretended to have just arrived at the tower and you and your friend chose to ignore your embarrassment that your boss with superhearing might have chose that exact moment to focus his hearing on only the places around him, including your too intimate conversation, you still caught him red handed sneaking glances specifically at your hips, and he hurriedly exited the room after that. At the time, you had just recently started the job as the Justice League’s assistant. After that you were a lot more aware.

After a while you realized you had a reason to be.

Superman was glaring at the rose in your hand and Flash was daydreaming while looking at your face when the zeta flashed again and you snapped out of it fast enough that by the time you started talking, your mind didn't pay attention to who had just arrived.

— Hm, no. It's just you fast people are always catching me off guard. — Flash deflates and- Is he pouting? Bro. Superman lights up and looks at you again.

— Oh, sorry, (N/N), we always forget about that. — The alien chuckles while rubbing the back of his head.

— Superman. Flash. — You and Flash jump, but Superman, not surprisingly, doesn't react and just follows you three and looks behind the two heros in front of you to the one with the gruff voice that just arrived.

Flash groans and Superman just rolls his eyes, you can see that while trying to peak past the men’s towering frames blocking you. You don't have to guess much though, because they make space for the newcomer and you suppress a tired sigh at seeing Batman making his way to you with a gigantic arrangement of flowers that covers his entire torso, arms and head, only his bat-ears, legs and cape being visible.

— (Y/N). Those are for you. — Color me shocked. Before you can try to start thinking about how you are gonna take this absurdity anywhere, vengeance speaks. — I'm gonna leave it at your desk.

— Hmhmm. Thank you, Batman. — You refused to watch his retreating form and let any member of your yandere harem think you actually have an interest in any of them and look down at your tablet again. The action makes you remember the rose you're still holding and you hurriedly walk away from the two nutcases stuck glaring at the third and go to his side. — Actually, take this with you. — You stick the rose amongst the rest of the flowers and before any of them can say anything else, you get out of the room.

You take a deep breath. Since the League’s weird obsession started seemingly around a year ago, you had a whole crisis over it. The pay was good, and it increased even more when they took this insane liking to you, so it's not like you could just quit like it was nothing. Besides, it's the Justice League, you could run from the fucking planet and they would still find you. It's easier to adapt.

You go on with your routine for a few minutes until you bump into a neon green brick wall. Scratch that, it's just Green Lantern’s chest.

— Hey, cutie, I was looking for you. — Your eyes widen when the space cop suddenly holds you by the shoulders, pushes you against a wall, then lets you go just to keep his two muscular arms on each side of you, trapping you and keeping you close to his frame. Ugh, the Lantern with brown hair has always been the more touchy one. You miss the one with dark skin and common sense.

— Need me for something? — You hold a groan with the limitless possibilities of how he could use that sentence to be crude, but you just wanted to get rid of him. He smirks.

— I was wondering if you were free today and would like to go on a date with me later… — He knew you were free. You knew he knew you were free. Every time you have a date (and you never told them) the League seems to get more on edge and suddenly your workload increases. Tsk, you hate them. Unfortunately, you love nice things even more.

You raise an eyebrow.

— I don't even know your name. — You point out, maybe that would make him give up, but he just shrugged.

— I could tell you, trust is a fundamental part in any relationship.

— Is a date a relationship? Also I don't think Batman would like that. — Any of that. He cocks his head to the side and his beautiful hair moves down.

— Cutie, you don't have to worry about Spooky. And I don't want to just hook up with you, you know that. Now just stop playing hard to get and-

A golden light catches your attention, it could be a miracle, but it's just Wonder Woman's lasso wrapping around the lantern's neck and pulling him away from you. Unfortunately, she tied a it in a way that the action wouldn't strangle him or break his neck.

— Ugh, men really have no boundaries. — The amazon rolls her lasso back and takes a step towards you, keeping said man sulking behind her while analyzing you. — Forgive my friend, (Y/N). He grew up in a barn. — The stunning demigoddess smiles at you.

Ugh, if she wasn't just as crazy as the rest of them you would happily swoon over her.

— Right. Well, I have to go. — You turn your back to them and take fast but casual steps away from them and the empty hallway. It never fails to scare the shit out of you and give you goosebumps whenever one of them catches you alone in one of those, and the competition between them for your heart somehow makes you confident enough that if there are at least two of them, no harm will come to you.

You clear your throat. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. The martian should’ve arrived by now and you don't doubt he reads your mind 24/7 when he’s close enough.

You’re about to turn a corridor when you spot Aquaman poking his head in a room, looking for something, it's probably you, only his body is visible and he can't see you.

You hold a groan and run as quietly as possible away from him without him noticing, remembering the time he ranted to you about seahorses being the most romantic fish species, with monogamous mate bonds for lifetime, and all the times he promised to show you Atlantis one day and make you rule his people by his side.

A few minutes later when you look at the clock, you know by that time they're all already in their meeting and not wandering around, desperate for a crumb of your attention. To confirm that, you open the camera’s feed that not many had access to and idly check their presence in the meeting room. Your stomach churns seeing your figure in one of their monitors, the others displaying normal missions info. Of course they would follow you around through the cameras, because that's just as important as discussing wars and crisis in Earth countries and other planets.

You passively shut the screen when you finally get to your office, in which you avoid staying until you absolutely have to, or the coast is clear enough to, otherwise it's the most obvious place for them to force an interaction with you.

You look up and your shoulders drop in defeat at the sign of too many flowers, gifts and letters from each member of the League.

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Diana held up a handful of sticks. "Alright, time to draw lots for the rooms."

The group stared at her, their faces a mix of shock and dismay.

"Come on, guys. The whole point of this getaway is for the JL members to bond with those we don’t know well. What’s the point if you room with someone you're already comfortable with?"

Reluctantly, the members stepped forward, each drawing a stick from the pile.

"No. 2? Who’s got No. 2?" Barry called out. Clark offered a strained smile, raising his stick.

"Are you kidding me? I'm stuck with the rottweiler from hell?" Hal yelled, waving his stick in Bruce’s direction.

He quickly joined Bruce in protesting to Diana. "I demand a reshuffle! Some people on this team have serious attachment issues!"

"Overruled," Diana replied firmly.

Arthur grinned at J'onn. "Looks like we’re the lucky ones who might actually get some sleep tonight."

***

Later that night...

The doorbell rang, jolting Hal awake. After what had felt like a physical battle with Bruce over who got which bed, they’d both passed out from sheer exhaustion. Now Hal, sore and groggy, stumbled to the door.

He opened it to find a beaming Clark standing there. "Hi, Hal! I thought you and Bruce might be hungry, so I brought breakfast!"

Hal rubbed his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at the clock. "Clark... why would you wake us up at 2 AM for breakfast?"

***

Barry was roused from his sleep, disturbed by the steady sound of dripping. At first, he ignored it, hoping to fall back asleep. But as it continued, it became too annoying to ignore. Groaning, he dragged himself to the bathroom, where the light was off, yet the drip persisted.

When he flicked on the light, the source was clear: a leaky faucet. Annoyed, he reached to turn it off, but froze when he noticed a shadowy figure behind him in the mirror.

"Where’s Claaark?" a raspy voice echoed chillingly through the room.

Terror seized Barry as he screamed. A heavy hand gripped his shoulder, and he spun around to see another figure with glowing red eyes. The last thing he heard before he fainted was, “Plan B to lock Hal out of the room was a failure. Time for Plan C.”

***

The sound of frantic pounding on the door woke Hal yet again. Irritated, he stomped to the door.

"I swear to God, Clark, if this is you—"

"Barry's deaaad! Barry, why? Why?” Clark wailed from the other side.

Hal threw open the door, only to see Barry limp in Clark’s arms.

"What the hell is going on?" Hal demanded.

Clark quickly handed Barry over. "On second thought, he’s still breathing. Please take care of him. I owe you one. Thanks!" And before Hal could protest, Clark dashed back to his own room, where Bruce was already comfortably tucked in bed.

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), overstimulation, ffm threesomes, dub con in some of them, orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slapping, daddy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, squirting, suggestions of anal, all characters featured are 18+ 

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𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆

“You’ve still got plenty to give,” Arthur commands, one elbow resting on the edge of his throne, his head tilted ever so slightly to watch the way your bouncing, albeit haphazard now, sends ripples through your thighs all the way up, “keep fucking yourself.” 

you might be able to do what he demands of you, had his free hand not been pressed to your sex, large finger pads rubbing lazily against your puffy clit. he’d been teasing you for so long, edging you for so long that your legs keep trying to give out on you, making it impossible to ride him in a smooth, skillful motion. 

instead, you jounced up and down, crying out to punctuate each time your ass smushed against his thighs, the force at which his cock barrels into you per his demands making you lightheaded. 

bracing yourself with both hands on the expanse of his shoulders, you try to ease off of him, allowing an inch or two to slide free from your body before you pause, and close your eyes tight, your breath shaky, your thighs trembling. 

“I— I need… a m—minute—“ 

“Why? Are you already too sensitive?” his fingertips press against your button, pinching it hard until your hips are jutting, hoping to escape the torture. you nod, and his brows knit together, pensive, before his hand careens upwards, grasping your waist and pulling you back down flush against his lap, filling you to point of crying out, “Very well. You can take those sixty seconds impaled on my cock. Then, you can continue.” 

your nails threaten to scrape at his skin, your eyes watering. the constant, deep throb of his girth in your belly is one of the sensations you were hoping to take a break from, but you can’t rightfully deny the Ruler of Atlantis in his own kingdom— not while you were merely a guest, an ambassador. 

“And then?” you ask, breathless, one hand sagging to feel your belly. from the inside, you felt so full that you might burst, but you smooth your palm over it and feel merely a faint lump of his shape against it. “After I’ve satisfied you, your highness?” 

“I’ll have you cum, finally.” Arthur’s brow quirks. “And after that, my queen will have her turn with you.” 

𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲 

“Don’t stop!” it’s you that’s begging, because Bruce has you twisted in just the right position to overwhelm you. one of his massive hands is splayed against the obsidian behind your head, keeping his upper half level and hovering over you, so as not to suffocate you, while the other pushes your right leg up at the knee. his jaw is clenched, brows furrowed, as he multitasks. keeping your legs from jutting inward at the knee and digging into his chest to attempt to push him away, and rocking his hips to give you all that you’re asking for. 

“If you’re going to take it, then you have to take it.” he grunts, authority seeping into his strained voice. “Keep your legs open.” 

you were trying, you really were. even when you reached around to grip your thighs with both hands, the second he bottomed out in your belly, you were arching off the hood of the batmobile, your body fighting to protest the sheer amount of thickness you’re being fed, and how each bulging vein scrapes against your delicate walls. your knees spur into his ribs, attempting to work their way between the two of you. 

“Keep going,” you moaned, even as your nails sank into his chest, digging through the sweat-sheened, dark patch of hair found there, “I’m going to cum again!” your palms pushed against him, you writhed, and your legs were threatening to bruise his rib cage. 

that’s why he had taken over. pushing your knee up towards your chest, he could pin you back down to the batmobile and keep you in place; his bare chest heaving only inches from your face, raining droplets of salty perspiration on to your contorted countenance. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to,” he mutters, as if it’s obvious enough. “That would defeat the whole purpose of your endurance training.” 

he always had to make it sound like he was making you a better superhero, a more important asset to the Justice League. 

was that really true, or did he just enjoy the way your cunt clenched around him? 

“Your ability to follow orders, however,” pressing his shoulder against the back of your knee, he holds you in place so he can push his now liberated palm against the hood on the other side of your head, “we’ll work on that next.” 

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 & 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 // 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 & 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 

the stinging slap against your clitoris already has you yelping, digging your nails into your own thighs as you keep them spread apart. Dinah rubs the sting into your button with her lithe fingers, whilst her other hand buries itself in Ollie’s hair, pushing his head down between your legs. the burn of his beard rubbing your most sensitive region has you squirming and panting. “We can play this game all night,” she croons, patting your swollen clit. the taps are firm and quick, nearly spanking, and you twitch each time, “Ollie can work your cunt over, tongue fuck you until you’re just about to cum…” 

and you were, you were trembling with the desire to release, since such a privilege has been withheld thus far, and your eyelids fluttered, your toes curled. every sensation they fed you was amplified by at least one hundred, due to the constant edging and soiling of your past, potential orgasms. now, within only a few seconds, and with Dinah’s soft crooning as she beats your clitoris, you’re past the realm of pleasure. so hyper sensitive that it had become torturous, and you were desperate to cum. 

“And then, we take it away.” 

Ollie came up for air, and to meet Dinah’s waiting lips, while you convulsed in disbelief as yet another climax is denied, and you snub pathetically. “P—please,” you stammer through ragged breath, “I’m so—so sensitive— it’s— too much… please…” 

Dinah moans, dragging her tongue along her lover’s lips, and gathering your taste on it before she looks at you, her ruby lips etched upwards into a smile. it was devious and lustful— you always did love when she looked at you like that. “If you want to cum that badly, you know what you have to have?” 

you nod, bashful but just needy enough to comply, “C— cock in my ass…” 

“Good girl,” Ollie mumbles, reaching around her midsection to rub Dinah’s bare sex with one hand, and yours with the other. his fingers dip into you, and you arch again, whimpering. “You must really be trying hard to hold it together.” 

“Oh, she is.” Dinah purrs, smacking your clit again. “She can’t even answer correctly, poor thing. Greedy pussy must be overloading her brain. Whose cock do you need in your ass to cum, sweetheart?” 

you’re shaking, grunting in frustrated pleasure as your hazy eyes drift to the strap on laying beside you. locked in the metal ring is a sizable, silicone dildo. your mind whirrs. 

“Y—yours,” you whimper, biting down on your lip. “I need your cock in my ass to cum, Dinah!”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 // 𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻 

Hal will hit it from the back because he knows he can pound your sweet spots until you’re shaking. his cock has just the right curve upwards to dip into a nerve cluster when he pulls you back to meet his deep thrusting. it’s a section inside you that no one’s ever touched before him, and he bullies it relentlessly until it overloads your pleasure capacity, and you’re scrambling for something to dig your nails into, thighs trembling uncontrollably. 

“Attagirl,” he moans, tilting his head back to savor the way you quiver around him, “there goes daddy’s sweet, little vibrator.” when you babble his name, he’ll swat at your ass with his palm open, wearing a dopey grin. “That's a good spot, huh? Want me to keep hitting it right there?” when you nod, whimpering nonsensically, he uses his free hand to press into your shoulder blades, urging you to arch your back tighter, and you bury your face in the pillows you hug so tightly, muffling your mewling. “Go to town, babygirl, that feels good,” he encourages with another smack, this time, he digs his fingers in to grab a fistful of the supple flesh on your ass, “shake for me!” 

when you hear his moaning in your ear, feel the heat of his ragged breath and the pressure of his muscled torso against your back, it only sends you higher. 

you worry you may never come down. 

pinned to the mattress, tearing at the fabric of the pillows and sheets, your eyes rolling back, you manage to whimper his name, followed by a string of pathetic pleas. “T—too much— can’t.. I can’t—“ 

“You can,” he ensures, both hands running up the length of your body underneath to grope at your breasts while he rams you into the mattress. “My babygirl can. Just let me… fuck, let me give it to you. Let me fuck you ‘till you can’t think straight.” when he kisses your neck with his open mouth, he rasps out, “And when I fill you up, I’m gonna flip you over and eat my cum out of this sensitive, little pussy. Daddy’s not leaving for Oa until the AM. You’re gonna cum until you cry tonight, baby.” 

𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗸𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗹 ( 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁 ) 

you cling to him. 

you know he has you, and you won’t be going anywhere, but you still hold tightly to his shoulders, hook your legs around the smallest section of his back, burying your face in his massive chest. his herculean form engulfs you in a shadow, encasing you in his warmth; you feel microscopic underneath him. 

you hadn’t realized how intense making love to him would be; he was always so gentle when he held you, so easy when he kissed you. he treated you like you were made of glass most of the time, and he did so with a smile. 

but when he was inside you, you could feel every muscle in his superhuman body, tight and fighting the urge to ruin you. he made sounds: guttural moans in the back of his throat, as he eased you into a rhythm he thought you could handle. 

even for all his holding back, you were still struggling— your body overloaded with stimulation, from the depth he could reach, to the force behind his rutting. the swollen tip of his cock bumped nerves you didn’t even know existed, prodded at your insides, and still? still, Kal wanted to give you more pleasure. 

with one hand slipped between the two of you, he used his first and third finger to spread your netherlips, petting at your swollen clit with his middle finger.  

it was enough to have you falling apart, over and over again. whining his name, wriggling under his weight. 

“You’re doing so good.” he was murmuring, just barely louder than your whimpers, as he kisses the top of your head, but his powerful hips piston at a steady, deep pace. “If it’s too much, you can tell me. We can stop—“ 

your grip tightens. 

you didn’t want to stop, even if your body were to give out. you wanted Kal to have you in every way possible, from your heart to your soul, to your body, even if it meant the latter was broken from his power by the end of it. but you couldn’t tell him that. instead, you shook your head, back and forth, several times, whimpering desperately. 

Kal understands, and the breath of a fond chuckle leaves his lips against your head. “Okay, no stopping, understood.” 

it was when you came unraveled again, starting to blubber, leaving tears streaked across his chest, that his grip on you tightened. “I’m going to rub harder, okay? I’m going to fuck you deeper.” 

for the first time, you were apprehensive. 

how could he possibly get deeper? 

“K—Kal…” 

“I can feel you on the brink,” he coos, slowly pushing fresh inches into you. you didn’t even know he wasn’t hilt deep until you felt his other hand press against your spasming entrance; he was using it as a bumper, keeping himself from burying what remains of his length into you too soon by keeping a tight fist around his shaft. “You’re so close to the big one…” 

you’re in awe as your mind swims with the possibilities of just how many more inches of cock Kal had to offer. 

and how much of it could actually fit inside you? 

“I want to give it to you.” 

with he scrapes at your clit with the tip of his finger, harder and faster, you look up at him, bottom lip trembling, babbling, and find his chin angled down, ready to kiss your tears away. 

“Just hold on to me.” 

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 // 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

Barry was beaming when he could feel the soles of your feet against his shoulders, urging him back from his nest between your thighs. he’d been so diligent in the use of his tongue, swirling it over your aching clit so many times and at such an impossible speed that it felt as though he was conjuring a minuscule tornado with the velvety muscle, and siccing it on your body to assault you in a way that no other man could ever compare to. his fingers, and the way they worked you over from the inside, were just as skillful; thicker than you’d anticipated— and knuckle deep. he was tapping a button from the interior, teasing it, gauging how you react when his fingertip grazes over it. 

“Barry—“ whimpering, you push against him, “I really— I can’t cum again… without…” 

“Without…?” Barry grins wide, azure eyes alight with excitement as he pumps faster. “Squirting for me?” your eyes widened, and you felt the heat of a furious blush on your cheeks. you never should’ve told Barry it’d happened once before. 

“Barry!” you give him a shove with your foot, just barely harder than before, but he claps a hand on your thigh and pushes one foot off of him, pinning your leg to the bed, keeping it spread wide. “It’ll… make a mess…” with your hand fleeing for his golden locks, you grip them at the crown of his head, but you don’t try to pry him off of you. you merely hold on to his hair, staring down at him, panting. 

but his eyes are twinkling; mischief awash in the oceanic gems. “I’ll lick it all up. I want to taste it.” he answered simply, jamming his fingers into you somehow even faster. the pressure on your lower belly elicits a broken squeak from your lips as your head drops back against the pillows, and your grip tightens on his hair. Barry dives back in, slurping on your clit until you’re seeing triple. 

“B—Barry— the sheets—“ 

“We own a washing machine.” 

he wasn’t allowing you any excuses, nor was he giving you any time to find the strength to control the orgasm that follows shortly. even as you tried to pull his head back, to ease the intensity, your hips rock upwards, off the bed in tandem with his furious finger fucking, and you smash your sex into his face with a hapless cry of his name. you erupt, soaking his hair and face, as well as the sheets underneath you in a violent gush, and press your thighs together as tight as you can around his head. he allows this, trailing the hand that was keeping you pinned up the length of your torso to knead your breast in tender circles as he gurgles and moans. even as your vision was blurry and you were panting, you glance down at him weakly to witness the way his eyes rolled back in his head when he sipped on you. it was vulgar enough to have you whining, falling back against the bed, in exhaustive defeat. 

when Barry finally comes up for air, he’s drenched— his golden tendrils sticking to his face, and he’s sucking in as much oxygen as he possibly can, sitting back on his knees to admire the carnage he left. you were still trembling, legs falling open to either side, mewling soft and pathetic. you peek up at him, watching diamonds of your essence rolling down his chiseled cheek, and it only has your hips rocking more fervently, humping air. he smiles wider, palming at himself. there was a fat lump in his pants that was begging for treatment. “I’m so hard right now,” he purrs, and reaches for your hand with his free one, bringing it to his groin. you squeeze and rub, following the rhythm you know he likes, and he moans, watching you inch towards him on your back. you were much too weak to crawl expertly. “See what you do to me?”