#bruce: i just know there's a hot ass under there i know it

[cairoscene]

world's greatest detective

[buckyalpine]

LMAOO OKAY IMAGINE 40s!BUCKY (like tfa stark expo version) MAGICALLY TELEPORTING TO MODERN DAY, and Sharon’s bitch ass is hanging all over him, flirting hardcore, and is absolutely thrilled bc he’s actually giving her some attention. BUT THEN HE SEES THE READER AND IS LIKE “oh wow who is THAT” and leaves her alone to go woo the gorgeous dame. I can picture her face getting all red and embarrassed and upset. And Sam and Nat and Tony are in the background giggling.

GOD I LOOOVEEE THISSSS 40's heart has my heart cause this blushing soldier would be such a perfect mix of devilishly handsome and adorably shy.

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"Shit" Tony huffed watching his time portal experiment start up and fail for the fourth time in a row while Bruce continued to medal with the dials, resetting the machine once more. "Why does it keep doing that"

"Give it a secondary power source, there's not enough juice with the first one"

Tony nodded, rummaging through a pile of knick knacks on his desk, grabbing a vial and adding it to the generator.

"Alright, set the timer to 19:00 hours and 40 in the past. Let's see if we can just travel to yesterday first before messing with going back years" He snorted, as Bruce punched in the time before hitting the start up button. The machine started to rumble before growing hot, the dials and buttons spinning and clicking on its own, parts starting to pop off.

"Oh shit!" Tony ducked under the table, shielding himself from getting knocked out as the portal grew more powerful, a force filed growing, knocking down things around the lab.

"What the hell did you use as a power source?!" Bruce yelled over the high pitched whizz the machine started to make, blinding light filling the room before disappearing, leaving a cloud of smoke in its place.

"I don't know, I just grabbed something that look like it'd fit" Toy shrugged between coughs as the smoke dissipated, squinting when he realized the platform wasn't empty.

Someone was standing there.

"What the hell..."

Blinking with bright blue eyes was a young soldier, dressed in a fresh, clean and pressed uniform, looking like a lost puppy while Tony and Bruce blinked in both confusion and amusement.

"Banner what the hell did you do with the timer?!"

"You're vial set everything into over drive, it must've recalibrated to 1940 instead of a couple of hours ago!" Bruce threw his hands up while the younger version of Bucky stared at the lab with child like wonder, his eyes twinkling as if it were Christmas day.

"Holy shit..." He breathed out seeing the vast technology, his mind still reeling over what was happening. One minute, he was on his way to see Steve and take some girls dancing and next thing he knew, he was sucked through a loop.

"Dear God-alright, uh-Barnes?" Tony waved the soldier over, mentally debating on what to tell him.

"Mr. Stark? It's-it's an honor, sir" Bucky shook Tony's hand before standing tall before him with his back straight, ever the bright eyed Sargent. Tony scratched his head before letting him take a seat, figuring honesty was the best police.

"Sargent. This may take a while"

-

Bucky understood bits and pieces of what Tony explained to him while getting a tour of the compound, the common room being the last place for him to check out. The team alternated between greeting and secretly cooing over the adorable young Bucky while also simultaneously laughing at Tony. At the very least, the billionaire was lucky the actual Bucky was away on a mission with you and Steve; there was only so much he could handle in a day. The soldier decided to hang back in the living room with the others, happily chatting away with Sam and Nat.

Then there was Sharon

"Hey Soldier" She winked, giving him a smirk causing the young Bucky to blush, throwing her a flirty smile right back.

"Nice to meet ya' doll" Bucky drawled out making her giggle, his lip catching between his teeth when she flipped her hair back.

"Aren't you sweet" She whispered, her heart beating a little faster when he moved towards her, his sweet baby blues gazing down at her intently. She'd tried a million times to get Bucky's attention before and he didn't look at her twice. She wasn't about to lose her chance with the new one.

"Look whose talking" Bucky chuckled back, his naturally flirty nature taking over with ease, after all it would be rude for him to ignore her.

"Someone's gotta protect him from this randy she goat" Sam whispered while Nat snorted, watching the two of them continuing to flirt, Sharon's hands toying with the buttons on Bucky's uniform, making her way up to brush his collar.

There was no way she was going to just let the gorgeous soldier go.

The machine wasn't fixed any time soon so Bucky was given a room to stay in. He loved the feeling of modern day sweats, looking cute as ever in some comfy joggers and a cotton tshirt, his fluffy cropped hair always neatly brushed and face shaven.

He was a Sargent after all. He always looked his best, even in lounge clothing.

There hadn't been a day where Sharon left Bucky alone. She clung onto his side, practically crawling up his leg day in and day out while the others side eyed the situation, keeping an eye out for the innocent Bucky.

"So, what's a soldier like you doin' without a girl, hm?" Sharon teased, pressing her hand to his chest, loving the way Bucky flirted back with her while the both of them sat in the common room with a movie playing in the background. Tony, Nat and Sam glanced at each other, quietly watching from their place in the kitchen while the blonde continued to giggle and blush, running her finger's through his hair.

"How do you keep your hair so soft, Sargent"

"Well, I- woah"

Sharon frowned when the soldier stopped talking half way after something- or someone- caught his attention. His eyes grew wide, a classic boyish smile appearing on his face when he saw the prettiest dame he'd ever laid his eyes on walk by the living room, making his heart flutter.

"who was THAT" Bucky stared in awe, seeing her stretch her arms up, still in some type of modern tactical suit, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yet she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

"Uh-excuse me" Sharon's face twisted watching Bucky stare are you like a love struck puppy, nearly jumping over the sofa so he could run and talk to you. He didn't take his eyes off you, practically swooning when he saw you pack away the gun from you holster.

"Huh-yeah, sorry-" Bucky mumbled, still focused on you, unbothered by the way Sharon's face was now red with embarrassment, seething at what he was doing.

"Look at this guy, he's not even hiding the fact that he's staring at y/n" Sam snorted while Tony and Nat snickered, watching the young Bucky watch you with heart eyes, "Aw man, he's got it bad"

"Hey y/n, looks like someone's got a little crush on you" Nat whispered, discreetly nodding to the living room. You nearly squeaked in surprise, seeing a very very young version of your boyfriend sitting on the couch, taking peeks over at you whilst ignoring the blonde who was still fighting for his attention.

"Tony, you did this, didn't you" You sighed while Tony smiled proudly, now fully invested in how all this was going to play out.

"I'll explain later. Go wash and change and you can talk to him"

As soon as you were out of the kitchen, Bucky scrambled to the group, cheeks tinted pink, bashful as ever, looking at the three smirking faces, wiggling their eyebrows at him.

"See something you like, soldier?" Nat prodded while Bucky nearly giggled, nodding.

"Who was that" He asked in earnest, truly curious to at least get your name.

"That would be y/n. I'll introduce you once she's back down. You might be her type, y'know" Sam winked knowing damn well he was your type. After all you were technically already dating. Bucky bounced on his heels, waiting patiently while Sharon huffed, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. You made your way back down after a shower to see an exited Sam and a shy Bucky along with a smug Tony and Nat.

"Y/n, meet young Buck" Sam smiled while you held your hand out, swooning at the way he shook it gently, throwing you smile few got to see, one he had when he got butterflies in his belly.

"Nice to meet you Sarge"

"Pleasures all mine, angel" Bucky whispered, leading you off to the living room to talk to you more, offering you a seat, wondering if you wanted anything to snack on or drink, forgetting Sharon's existence entirely. Sharon nearly opened her mouth to say something, immediately shutting it with a satisfied smirk seeing the other Bucky walk in followed by Steve. Hopefully he'd see his girlfriend was a cheating whore, flirting with someone else even if it was him from the past. Her brain wracked itself in hopes that this would all crash and burn while Bucky frowned the closer he got.

"What the fuck Stark" Bucky scrunched his face walking in on some punk flirting with his girl, only to realize said punk was a younger version of him.

"Relax, I'll fuse you two together" Tony shrugged while Bucky's face twisted again, grumbling when his younger self kissed you hand again, pulling you up for a dance while fumbling with a phone he'd just managed to figure out.

"They're cute" Steve grinned, nudging Bucky playfully while Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling to himself a little while later when you caught his eyes, throwing him a wink. You laid your head against the young soldiers chest while he swayed with you, unaware that he was being watched by everyone else, in his own world with just you in it.

"You better fuse us together" Bucky hissed, narrowing his eyes when you giggled at something that was whispered in you ear; Tony snorted with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Why Barnes, scared of a little competition?"

Before Bucky could retort, Sharon was up and walking with purpose, stalking right towards Bucky.

"Y'know they're both flirting hard, right? Aren't you two dating?"

Bucky wordlessly stared at her while the others looked at her with confusion, the desperation becoming embarrassing.

"Sharon, shut up" Sam deadpanned while her mouth gaped open and shut before storming off.

"Back to what I was saying. Scared, Barnes?"

"You should be the scared one" Bucky sassed back, knowing exactly what his younger self was capable of; he knew that innocent boyish charm did wonders when it needed to. That being said, even his past self recognized real love, gravitating towards his one true soul mate after just seeing her once.

He watched the two of you continue to dance and whisper, the young soldier tipping your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, his soft pouty pink lips so close to yours, leaning down so he could press a kiss so sweet-

"Alright that's it, punk get your hands off her!"

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc (sounds like a bad joke) AU: A Cat, an Amazon and an underage Dead kid walk into a bar...

Selina Kyle was on official Catwoman business on the Coast of Greece, though of course she told her currently on (off again on again) boyfriend Bruce that it was just a girls weekend away. A particular jewel came to mind and it needed to be hers, ancient Obsidian carved with symbols of power (and yes, one of the symbols happened to be a cat.)

Selina knew she was getting close to the artifact when Diana Prince showed up. The no-good goody-two-shoes museum curator seemed to have a will of iron, and each time they crossed paths, the tall beauty had some passing remark about Bruce (which was really starting to get under Selina's skin) and the fact that they were just friends. Who does this chick even think she is? Just because she can speak fluent Greek, knows Selina's boyfriend's favorite bedtime story to read his kids, and has an ass that just won't quit doesn't mean she's better than her!

Selina is going to (remind herself frequently that women in competition is just a factor of the misogynistic capitalistic society they live in) do her best to keep under the radar, steal the artifact fast, and then make Bruce propose to her.

But then this weird scrawny kid shows up and asks if she's seen something of his. Selina is on the street, sitting at a table outside the local cafe conveniently located across the street from the auction house holding the artifact, when he approaches. He looks like he could be one of Bruce's kids, made distinct by his very nervous demeanor and shrunken shoulder's attempting to make him look smaller. Briefly, he tells her about a piece of black glass that has a few drawings of his on it, about the size of his palm, and may or may not have some lingering ability to... he doesn't finish his sentence.

Diana was walking across the street to go into the auction house... but to Selina's chagrin, the tall could-be-a-model crosses and approaches them instead. Her eyes are settled on the young man, and he's nervously asking her something in Greek. (How did a kid with a midwestern accent speak fluent greek?) Diana explains that he must have gotten a replica of the item showing in the Auction house somehow, and the kid looks like he's eaten a sour lemon all of a sudden.

A projectile comes hurdling at them a mere moment after the kid's cold breath becomes visible in the hot greek sun- Diana braces the impact for them both, her golden bracers revealed from under her sensible work blouse sleeves.

"Oh! You're Wonder Woman!" The kid gleefully exclaims, which makes Diana and Selina both die a little inside, before adding: "Hey, no worries about this guy, I got 'em. But could you grab that chunk of obsidian for me? It's mine and I'm seriously in hot water for having broken my cro- er- for losing it in the first place. Thanks!"

He suddenly bloomed into white hair and green eyes, a dark suit appearing from nowhere, and flew towards the threat. Wonder Woman didn't spare a single word on Selina and chased after him into combat.

Selina sipped on her coffee and, upon finishing it- casually got up, went to the auction house, and stole the Obsidian. Finders Keepers.

It was the late afternoon when Diana walked into the Bar right behind Selina with the teen at her side. He looked nervous but was eye-ing the bottles on the wall as much as he was trying to look intimidating to her. Diana looked annoyed at best, and not just with Selina.

"I think we should have a little chat, sound good to you Kitten? Princess, did you want to stay to talk too?" Selina's famous cat like grin on full display.

[makethatelevenrings]

Day 9: Cock Rings w/ Clark Kent

gonna be honest, researching cock ring porn made me question even more than usual if I am a lesbian but I do it for u all so here u go

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“I don’t want to know how you got this made,” Clark said once he saw it. You shrugged and then, reconsidering, nodded.

“Yeah, you won’t be able to look Bruce in the eye for a while.”

“I just…” He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you even approach him with the idea? No wait, I said I didn’t want to know.”

“Hey Bruce,” you mocked. “Can I borrow some Kryptonian to make a sex toy for my really hot, really submissive alien husband?”

“Please stop talking.” You giggled at his distress and shrugged.

“Who knows? Maybe this will come in handy sooner than you think.”

You and your big mouth.

It was common for enemies to use kryptonite against Clark. Hell, it was their main go-to. But no one had ever used pink kryptonite until today. Bruce struggled to get Clark into the Watchtower medical bay, a place that rarely saw Clark in there unless he was visiting a teammate, and promptly fled before you could ask him anything other than what had knocked Superman out of the battle.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered as you pushed his hands away from your hips. Clark’s heavy, ragged breathing assured you that he was alive but the raspy undertone made your heart race in a way that was entirely different from his. He whined at your denial and you cursed under your breath. If you let him fuck you right now, he’d destroy you. Clark was good at maintaining his strength in his everyday life, including the bed, but with pink kryptonite involved, he had no inhibitions right now.

“Okay. Okay.” Your mind went back to the gag gift that was currently sitting in a lead box in your bag. Fuck. Maybe you were clairvoyant. How did you come up with this shit?

“I’m going to grab something, okay? And when I come back you better be out of that suit and on your knees like the good boy I know you can be. Right?”

Clark whined, his erection straining against his skin tight suit. You brushed your hand over it and grinned as he moaned. He reached for the collar of his suit and you left him to it. Your bag was close by, luckily, and you fished through it until you found the little box.

Turning around, you found Clark kneeling on the ground completely naked with his heavy, long cock hanging between his legs. Big, blue eyes blinked up at you and he had to be painfully hard based on the tears lining his lashes.

“This should help, baby. It’s gonna make you feel better and then I will make you feel so good.”

He whined again, a pathetic sound that made your traitorous cunt throb. Now was not the time to get horny. Not when he needed you to focus.

The kryptonite infused cock ring had been a joke. Clark and you had poked fun at the idea of using sex toys on him, but nothing could faze or restrain the Man of Steel. Until you had gotten drunk with Dinah one night and came up with a brilliant idea that Bruce reluctantly agreed to help make, solely so you could stop saying he owes you for saving his life that one time.

It came in handy now. Despite Clark being hard as hell, you were able to fit the cock ring snugly around the base of his cock. His balls hung heavy over the edge of the metal, but he shuddered in relief at the feeling.

“Does that feel better?” you cooed, stroking your hand through his soft hair. He pushed his head closer to your hand and sighed at your gentle touch. The pink kryptonite effects would wear off in about two to three hours, but the green kryptonite ensured that he wouldn’t hurt you as you helped him out.

You settled yourself onto the ground in front of him, your knees pressed against his, and reached out to grasp his veiny, thick cock in your hand. He was so big that it made your hands look tiny and you always marveled at the fact that you somehow fit him in your mouth, cunt, and ass.

His hips jerked at your touch and then he let his head fall until his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You pressed a delicate kiss to his temple and started a slow, even stroke along his dick as his hips rolled along with the drag of your touch.

“So beautiful, Clark. Once you’re not affected by the kryptonite, I’ll make sure to put this cock ring on you and tease you until you’re begging me. I could probably even spank you and leave a mark for once. Wouldn’t that be nice, right? Seeing you covered in pretty little red marks?”

Clark moaned, wonton and broken and perfect. With one hand cradling his head and the other jerking him off, you kept talking him through it.

“You’re so strong that this ring won’t stop you, but I love knowing I have more power than you right now. I love knowing you trust me to treat you well. You know that I will always take care of you, right?”

He nodded and you kissed his cheek. “That’s my good boy. Let’s see how many times we can get you to come until it wears off.”

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I feel compelled to expand upon the previous fae/folklore! Batboys headcanons:

-Bruce is just a straight up normal human. I think this provides a great opportunity for angst because unlike his immortal? children Bruce does age and it terrifies them. And Bruce is young he’s in his early 30s but like his knees will crack a little or his back is slightly stiff after a bad patrol and it just sends them into a spiral because they cannot fathom their dad not being around forever. I can definitely imagine them trying to strong arm Bruce into becoming some flavor of unaging. You could go super dark or just more generally emotional angst but damn the possibilities.

-Cass is giving me shadow person. Very cryptid of her. I’m not sure that I have a clear backstory for her worked out yet. Either magic gone wrong or she’s another flavor of undead like Jason and Tim. I like to imagine she just hovers over people at night to be creepy.

-Originally I wanted to say Duke was a Will-o-the-wisp. But I’m not really sure it fits, especially since he’s primarily active during the day. Then it hit me. Mothman. My lamplight boy is a moth creature. I like the idea of him hiding his little antenna under a beany and wearing sunglasses. The wings would be difficult. But my boy is creative.

- I think Steph and Barbara are also human like Bruce they just are extra bad ass.

-Coming back to life as a magical creature warps peoples memories and emotions from both the trauma and changing into something not human. Tim is significantly less effected than Jason, at least outwardly, because he was only a toddler when he died so he didn’t have many memories or experiences to draw from, but Jason was super volatile. His memories surrounding Willis became even more dark while his memories of his mother sort of glossed over her absentee parenting and drug use. Jason can’t help but struggle with associating the negative learned experience he had with his first paternal figure with Bruce. Jason ends up going to live with Talia for a while because he doesn’t want to feel that way about his dad anymore.

-Basically I think Jason, at least mentally, is the most human of Bruce’s kids besides Damian because he actually lived a life as a human, where as Tim changed so young that he doesn’t really know how to be anything but his extremely disturbing self.

-I think Gotham just has major ‘I do not see it’ energy. Like The Batfamily? Demons from hell. The Wayne’s? Hot neurodivergent people. Did you see Dick Grayson unhinge his jaw like a fucking snake at a gala? No you didn’t he just has a really big smile. Jason Todd??? Has scales??? Nope actually he just developed early onset Eczema and he’s really self conscious about it how dare you! Tim Drake sucking the blood of the himbo blonde boy? Everyone knows Tim and Bernard are total freaks. Cassandra Cain is your sleep paralysis demon? Honestly fair.

-It’s totally a coincidence that strange misfortune befalls anyone who threatens the Wayne’s!

-Clark is Bruce’s favorite man to sleep on so he gets a pass. I don’t know why but a midwestern spin on the story of princess kaguya lives in my head rent free. Like Martha Kent is just shucking corn and then boom baby in the corn. We call that children of the corn. I still love to imagine him being like so perfect that it’s high key alien, but his little sharp nails and fangies! Maybe even slightly pointy ears. And like Clark fully thinks he is human, like his parents don’t tell him humans can’t fly until he’s in kindergarten, and even then they just tell him he is special and learned super fast and shouldn’t embarrass the other kids and Clark is such a Good BoyTM that he just never uses his powers in public cause he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Like bro doesn’t learn he is adopted until he is about to go to college, he is just straight up clueless.

-Clark learns Dick is a Fae creature when Batman brings Robin to the Watchtower cause he couldn’t get a baby sitter and Alfred doing some spooky shit like dusting the mausoleum. Like Batman just slinking around but there is this super colorful child with him. And then Dick turns and smiles and it’s just so wrong, like his mouth just stretching his face like some horror movie shit. Clark almost shots himself cause like what the fuck. Bruce told Dick to just ‘be himself’ so like he just thinks he’s being friendly. Despite being creepy as all hell Clark kinda thinks Dick is super adorable. Like was he spider crawling around the floor with all his limbs bent the wrong way while Bruce and Clark were talking? Yeah but then he just tugged on Bruce’s cape to ask for a juice box, like that’s a baby.

-Jason freaked him out in a different way. Since Jason is undead he doesn’t have a heartbeat and doesn’t need to breath so when he isn’t moving he makes literally zero noise. When he first met Clark he was just watching him from around corners and behind stair banisters and Clark was convinced he was losing his mind and hallucinating the kid from the Grudge. Then Bruce is just like “Oh you met Jason! He’s so sweet, just a little shy. He’s my second oldest! I think he likes you though.” And then a little grey blue slightly webbed hand just reaches around the corner to give a little wave and boom Clark would kill for him.

-Tim is similar in that Clark has trouble pinpointing his location because of a lack of normal bodily functions, but Tim has no idea what a boundary is. So like at first he’s a shy little toddler and then that night he’s crawling all over Clark and pranking him nonstop.

-Damian is a baby but like Clark looked in his eyes and just felt like this infant could see his past present and future and was judging him heavily. Clark was relieved cause at least he had a heartbeat.

-Cass lives to fuck with Clark. She’s Jason’s age but not only has no heartbeat and doesn’t breath, when she is in shadow form he can’t see her with X-ray vision. She can literally make herself undetectable to Superman. He learns this one night sleeping in a guest room at the manor. He gets the feeling he is being watched but can’t find anyone. Then right when he relaxes her arm shoots out from the darkness under his bed and grabs his leg. Clark screams so loud it cracks the window. And then just nearly silent muffled laughter as the arm retreats into the darkness. He X-Ray visions but nothing is there. He demands to stay in Bruce’s room after that. Bruce is just like “Oh that was just Cass. She likes playing practical jokes, she is my little princess!”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Love your Bale Batman shop girl series! Was wondering how shop girl would feel if Catwoman or some other kick-ass woman came on the scene?

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Sure thing! I did go with a different kickass woman, since Catwoman does show up in the Nolan trilogy

Warnings: Light angst; fluff added for tasty goodness

You don’t really worry about the tabloids anymore. At least, not in the way that you used to. Michelle still sends you the odd article, but it’s usually accompanied by several 😂 emojis (the most notable is the one that suggested that you, Bruce, and Liz are in a throuple, and Grant is your collective beard). Whatever the press says about Bruce becomes white noise. 

But…What the press says about Batman still tends to seep through. 

You can’t help but notice the Gotham Gazette where it’s spread open on Rose’s desk. She’s turned away from it, reading through the approval form that you’ve brought over to her. You can’t help but reach out, turning the newspaper toward yourself and eyeing the grainy image of Batman. Your brow furrows as you draw the newspaper up to get a better look, scanning it more closely. He’s tied up in what look like vines, and nose-to-nose with a stunning, smiling, partially-masked woman. 

“You haven’t seen that yet?” Rose asks, glancing up from the document. “It’s been all over the papers for weeks.” 

“Has it?” You ask dazedly. You’ve managed to miss it. You haven’t been following mentions Batman as closely on social media since you started your new job—you just haven’t had time. 

“Mhm.” Rose folds her arm on her desk and leans in, peering at the picture. “Apparently it’s a real love-hate-cat-and-mouse kinda thing. Hot, right?” She waggles her brows. “I’d love to see what’s under that suit.” 

“Which?”

“Either.” 

You force a smile at the sight of Rose’s salacious grin, but you can’t help glancing back down at the article and skimming it. You commit the name to memory and make a mental note to look her up on your phone when you get back to your desk—

Poison Ivy. 

--  

It’s probably not much of a surprise that Bruce hasn’t mentioned her to you. For the most part—apart from the odd knowing glance, the bruises on his body, and the night he spilled into the penthouse half-dead—he keeps that side of himself to himself. Alfred doesn’t discuss it with you, either, and perhaps that’s why he seems so surprised when you slam your laptop shut as he comes into the kitchen that Saturday morning, hiding your googled articles of Poison Ivy and Batman. 

Alfred’s brows raise, and you offer him a nervous, guilty smile as your face goes hot. You know that you weren’t fast enough—you’d been so honed in on reading that you hadn’t heard him until he was passing right behind you. 

“...Is he awake yet?” You ask lightly, desperate to break the awkward silence. 

“Only just.” 

“‘Kay.” 

“It seems you and Master Wayne are researching similar topics these days,” He comments, swanning around the kitchen counter and setting down the empty breakfast tray. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm. She's proving to be a tougher nut to crack than he thought.” 

You consider for a moment. You could let the conversation go, of course. You’re certain Alfred wouldn’t press it. But: 

“Has he got any leads?” 

“A few,” Alfred nods, bracing his hands on the counter, “Though I would recommend asking him about his ideas and methodology.” 

You bristle before you sigh and slouch dejectedly, resting your chin on your hand. 

“He doesn’t talk about that stuff with me, Alfred.” 

“He doesn’t like for you to worry.” 

“I worry whether he tells me or not. Not knowing just makes me worry more.” 

“Then perhaps that’s something you ought to tell him.” 

You glance up at him warily, and some of your nerves ease as he gives you a warm smile. 

“Now,” He straightens, clapping his hands together and looking around the kitchen. “Despite the hour, Master Wayne is tucking into his breakfast. Shall I get something together for your lunch?” 

You consider for a moment, eyes darting down the hall before you stand, shaking your head. 

“Let’s put a pin in that. I think I’m just gonna…Go steal some of Bruce’s toast.” 

Alfred smiles knowingly, giving you a wink before you turn fully from him and head down the hall. 

-- 

The blackout curtains have been raised just enough to let a little bit of light into the room, but it’s still quite dim. You can see the empty smoothie glass on the bedside table, and the plate of toast that Bruce has put on the wide headboard behind him. Bruce looks preciously rumpled, scrubbing his eyes as he sits up in bed. You can see a few light bruises on his bare chest and arms, but nothing too egregious. His eyes are still narrowed with sleep as he lowers his hands, and his hair looks as ruffled as a baby bird’s. He perks up as you come in, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips as you come closer. 

“Hey, baby,” He murmurs, opening his arms as you climb into bed beside him. 

“Sleep okay?” You ask, cuddling into his side. 

“Fine. I thought you were seeing Michelle for brunch.”

“Got moved to drinks this evening. She had a work thing come up.”

Bruce hums in understanding, tucking you close and pressing a kiss to your head. You bite your lip, grappling with how to bring up the conversation. 

“Late night?” You finally ask lightly. You're relieved when you don’t feel Bruce tense, or reel away. He just rubs his hand gently over your arm.

“Mhm.” 

“Later than usual?” 

“...About on par.” 

“Mm.” You eye the steady rise and fall of his chest for a few moments before you hedge: “Hope you don't mind my asking–” 

“It’s fine—” 

“—You’ve just seemed a little tied up lately.” You give Bruce a sly, teasing smile, and it widens to a grin when you see him fighting back his own smile. 

“Is that why you came in here?” He asks dryly.

“Of course not. I saw Alfred bringing you toast.” You straighten up, reaching over his shoulder, taking up a piece, and biting into it. Bruce chuckles, and you grin as he leans into you, nuzzling against your neck. You hum as you chew, your skin prickling at the feeling of his thickening stubble. 

“How’s it going, anyway?” You ask. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You have any leads?” 

Your stomach drops when you feel him go tense. He sighs softly, leaning away to get a better look at you. You reach back, setting the toast down and dusting crumbs from your fingers before you fold your hands in your lap, waiting patiently. After a few moments, you can’t help but wring your hands subtly as Bruce observes you, and then lowers his gaze to the sheets. 

“I’m not sure I want to discuss that with you,” He finally admits. You swallow thickly, fighting to keep from shifting and fidgeting with nerves. 

“Can I ask why not?” 

Bruce pushes a sigh out through his nose, giving a small shake of his head. 

“I can’t keep it out, huh,” He mutters. 

“Well…You did for a while. Didn’t go so well,” You remind him lightly. Bruce nods, scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck as he mutters, “I know.”

You tentatively reach out, resting your hand atop his. He turns his hand over, taking a gentle hold of yours. 

“I’m not asking you to make me a suit and teach me to fight, Bruce. I just want you to let me in.” 

His lips twitch with a smile as he reaches up, cupping your cheek and sweeping his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“I think…That her name is Pamela Isley. She’s a botanist.” 

“Why is she doing…what she’s doing?” 

“That’s what I still need to find out.” 

You nod, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you.” 

He hums, grasping your jaw and drawing you in for another long, warm kiss. 

“That’s never happening,” He adds as the kiss breaks. You frown, brow furrowing. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Making you a suit, teaching you to fight.” 

You pout, cocking your head to the side. 

“I ought to know how to at least throw a punch, right?” 

“We’ll see about that. It’s a slippery slope,” Bruce chuckles, patting your cheek before nodding over his shoulder. “Eat your toast.” 

Next Part

[bruciemilf]

ACTUALLY, you guys WILL listen to my Bruce & Officer Martinez brain rot because they have Peak " grumpy sunshine " and " asshole sunshine" dynamic and I'm not letting it go

Here's the thing about Jim Gordon; He has patience; He has tact. But he's also a petty shit, and God almighty, he WARNED Batman to stop his solo crime busting for extra dangerous cases

So yes; He gestures to Martinez, sugar cream on his moustache, files overfilling his arms. He tries to wave. They fall everywhere. ''This is your divine punishment "

"... Did you really just refer to Martinez as a punishment?"

" Honestly, I'm just happy to be included!"

Martinez is still SUPER sketchy about Batman, but of course he freaks out in the Batmobile; Yes, it's from the back-seat, but it still MATTERS, - " You know, my aunt is actually a mechanic, and-"

And that's the second thing Bruce writes about him in his profile journal; First thing being 'Talks too much.' Second is Family man.

But he actually listens to everything because it's comforting to know Gotham allows some love to survive.

And Bruce REFERENCES all stories. When they investigate different sources he's like " This is a professional dismemberment. We should ask your brother's opinion"

" My brother?" " I'd ask mine, but I don't have one." " No asshole I mean - you know my brother's a surgeon? You listen to me?" " I always listen."

FIGHTING OVER THE RADIO! GIVE IT TO ME! BECAUSE YOU JUST KNOWWWW BRUCE PLAYS THREE DAYS GRACE AND SKILLET AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

" you listen to this shit??? Unironically?? THIS is REAL music" and then-

" GIMME GIMME GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT-"

And also a ton of Nicki Minaj. " PULL UP IN THE MONSTER AUTOMOBILE GANGSTA-"

Bruce almost rearranges his whole skeleton right there; Martinez eventually figures out that it's Bruce's special interest so he apologises, " I'm sorry I called you out on your terrible taste. We can listen to that Bridge song or whatever"

*shaking with rage* " It's. Not. Called. That."

Literally give me Martinez whining Bruce's ear off until they reach a drive through, and Bruce is just standing there like a STATUE

Martinez leveled up to front seats and is rubbing his hands together like a greedy gremlin, but Bruce does Not move. " Welcome to Bat Burger can I take your order? Hello?" And Bruce is just. Petrified

" Can I had- have, can I - um,"

" what was that?"

" ... Burger"

He pins Martinez face to headboard and makes him SWEAR he won't tell anyone about it but Martinez is too busy laughing his ass off

Martinez always talking about Bruce, - He gave my sister a job as a security guard after she got out of prison. Murdering her rapist, you know how it is

"... I don't, actually." " Well yeah, you grew up in the good part of town, probably" "There's no good part. Only good coincidences."

"... Oh yeah, you're DEFINETLY rich."

Martinez and Selina strangers to enemies, 500k words, slow burn.

Martinez is a dog boy and she's a cat girl. It was expected. She kicks his seat in the Batmobile and he readjusts his chair as LOW as possible just to annoy her

" Crazy cat lady KNOWS something. "

" Don't call her that."

" I don't have to, her smell does it for me, - wait. Are you... Are you HOT for her? SERIOUSLY?"

And so what if Bruce's fast feels hot under his cowl? " Now's not really the time for a jealous scene."

" Oh I'M not jealous, bro. She's in your pants, I'm your emergency contact and organ donor. We aren't even in the same highway."

" ...When did you do that?"

" We don't have time to talk about all that-"

Martinez super casually mentioning he knows Bruce's identity. " Thanks for your help, Mr. Wayne"

[SHOCKED SILENCE]

" How... How did you?"

" BRO. I'd know that jawline in death."

[ladytauria]

ohohoho... In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.” jaydick yeaaaaboiiii

iiii went a little overboard on this 😂it ended up over 7k, so i won't b posting the whole thing here, but have a preview ;)

(editing to add as a warning/heads up: jason is trans here, and i use both male (cock/dick for clit) and female (cunt) terms for his genitals <3)

>> six little deaths <<

“Fuck, little wing, you’re killing me here.” Dick’s hoarse whisper makes Jason smirk. He settles back against Dick’s chest, popping another kernel of popcorn in his mouth, making sure to wiggle his hips a little as he does.

The hot, hard length of Dick’s cock presses into Jason’s ass through his thin, cotton shorts. It makes a thrill rise in Jason’s belly, knowing he has such an effect on Dick.

Cook, suave, charming Dick. Everyone wants him. But—right now at least—he wants Jason.

The thrill is sweeter knowing Dick won’t do anything. Can’t, not with Bruce sitting in a recliner half a couch away.

He feels Dick’s slow, hissing breath. Smirks to himself, and then raises his fingers, sticking them in his mouth to clean the butter and salt from them.

Dick grips his hips tight enough to bruise.

Jason chances looking at him, fingers still in his mouth, and finds those normally electric blue eyes dark and stormy. His thighs clench.

Dick grabs his wrist. Jason doesn’t resist as Dick pulls his fingers from his mouth. The look on his face— Jason half expects him to kiss him, Bruce be damned. His pulse is a staccato beat in his chest.

Dick doesn’t kiss him. Instead, his lips brush Jason’s ear, and in a voice thick with promise, he whispers, “You’re going to pay for this later.”

Jason shudders, head to toe, skin going tight and prickly. Fuck, yes, please. Dick is always the perfect amount of mean—that’s half of why Jason likes working him up so much.

The other half is being at the center of his attention.

Jason rocks his hips, relishing in the shocked, almost pained gasp he gets. “I’m counting on it.”

Dick growls. Under the blanket, he grinds the heel of his palm over Jason’s groin, and Jason gasps before he can help himself, bucking up into that hand as sparks light up his veins.

“Boys.” Bruce’s deep, commanding voice makes Jason shudder again; red staining his cheeks. For half a moment, he thinks they’ve gotten caught, but then Bruce just says, “Don’t make me separate you. You can get through a movie without fighting.”

“Sorry, Bruce,” Dick says. He doesn’t sound very sorry at all. “We’ll be good.”

He splays his hand over Jason’s belly—a possessive, proprietary move that already has Jason trembling—and presses, a steady, even pressure that makes him want to squirm.

Conscious of Bruce’s attention though, he doesn’t. Instead, he just takes it; breaths getting faster, deeper, until he’s nearly panting. Dick’s hot length against his ass is starting to feel less funny and more taunting.

How much longer is left in the movie? Jason stopped paying attention somewhere around the first fifteen minutes. He tries to focus on it now, ignoring the way his underwear has grown sticky with his arousal. It’s hard to focus, but—based on the music, the snippets of dialogue… they’ve got to be getting close to the end, right?

Dick rubs his belly a little—Jason bites his lip to trap his moan. A little of it sneaks it out anyway, a soft, “Nnn,” that makes Dick shiver under him, and press a smile against Jason’s shoulder.

It would be an asshole move to excuse himself to the bathroom, wouldn’t it? He wouldn’t like, touch himself or anything—it’s tempting, but. Dick can be kind of a sadist, and that’s fun, but he’s already in enough trouble for starting this shit in the first place. Getting himself off without Dick’s permission is just asking for worse, and Jason’s got stuff to do tomorrow.

But he would like to step away for a second. Just a second, so he can catch his breath and not give up the game before they’ve even gotten started. If he leaves, though, then all Dick will have is a blanket to protect his bulge from Bruce’s eye…

‘Course, that’ll be a problem either way, won’t it? They’ll have to get up and go to bed eventually, so. That would at least give Dick a chance to figure something out. So really Jason would be doing him a favor, right?

Right.

Jason squirms a little, and then says, “I gotta pee.”

“Do you want me to pause the movie?” Bruce asks.

“Um. No, I won’t be gone that long, and uh. I’ve seen this one before.” He hasn’t. Dick lets him go, although the brief look they exchange before Jason scampers out of the room tells him Dick is more than aware of Jason’s fib.

Jason’s little wink probably didn’t help matters, but. Oh well.

In the bathroom, Jason washes his face with cool water before sitting on the closed toilet and getting his phone out. He checks his email—some review bloggers he follows have posted new reviews, there’s an author newsletter, and oh! One of his favorite fic authors posted something new. He opens that to read later—tomorrow, probably, although it’s short enough…

No.

He’s already pushing. Don’t borrow trouble, Mama used to say, and while Jason may not follow her advice to the letter… he at least tries not to borrow more than he’s prepared to handle.

Jason clears the spam from his email, unsubscribes from some things he’s been meaning to for a while, and then stands, stretching. He splashes a little more water on his face—and turns, ready to go back, only to bump into a hard, warm chest.

It startled a squeak from him, all that color flooding back into his face.

“Hello, little wing,” Dick purrs, crowding him against the sink. “That was a neat little escape you made.”

Jason’s heart beats rabbit quick in his chest. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says. “I had to piss. Didn’t figure you’d appreciate me going all over your lap, is all.”

Dick snorts. “You had to go get yourself off, you mean.”

“I didn’t get off!” Jason scowls. “I know better.”

Jason has to tilt his head back in order to meet his eyes. He can feel his knees trembling. The ache in his groin pulses, slow and steady like a heartbeat, the crotch of his underwear uncomfortably damp.

“Like you knew better than to start something in front of B?” Dick raises an eyebrow. “Y’know he lectured me about making you uncomfortable?”

Jason’s face burns. “I…” He draws up his chin. “Maybe you shouldn’t be such an asshole all the time, then.”

Dick scoffs. “See, and that’s why I don’t believe you.” He pats Jason’s cheek—the condescension in it makes Jason shudder. “That’s alright, little wing. I’ll just have to check.” He pinches Jason’s cheek, then, making him whimper, hole clenching both at the promise and the way Dick’s voice drops when he says it. It’s not quite Nightwing register, but it’s close, and—

Jason shudders again.

He wants.

“Take your shorts off, Jason,” Dick murmurs, and Jason hooks his thumbs in them without hesitation, letting them slip off of his hips and fall to his ankles.

“Good.” Dick pats his cheek again. “Turn around. Hands on the sink.”

Jason feels like he’s on fire. He turns slowly, spreading his legs until his thighs no longer touch. Dick guides him backwards, Jason shuffling his feet to keep from getting caught in his shorts. His crotch is soaked.

Dick traces the hem of his panties. “Would you look at these,” he purrs, snapping the band.

The back of Jason’s neck burns.

When he bought them, he’d thought it would be funny. Oh, ha-ha, a pair of panties designed to look like the bottom half of the Robin uniform. It’s less funny now.

Jason’s grip tightens on the edge of the sink as Dick pulls them down to bunch around his mid thigh. The bathroom air is cool against his slit, and he swears he can feel every droplet of slick gathered there. He bites his lip.

Mistake.

Dick spreads his folds—Jason bites so hard he tastes blood, feels it bead on his lip. Can’t help but look at himself in the mirror; the way his curls halo around in his head in perfect dishevelment, his face blotchy red, bottom lip fat and swollen.

He looks like a fucking slut.

“You’re so wet, little wing.” Dick’s tone is almost scolding.

Jason wants to cry. Jason wants to raise his hips in offering, rise onto his tip-toes and beg for Dick’s cock.

Stop being so fucking easy, he scolds himself. Can’t play too hard to get, either, but he also needs to stop damn-near creaming his pants any time Dick gets a little intense. Dick’s attention is heady. Addictive. Jason doesn’t want to give it up if he can help it, and that means keeping a careful balance.

Luckily, Jason is used to giving men people what they want.

He swallows down the urge. “Whose fucking fault is that?” he grits out, letting his eyes drop again; staring at the marbled sink instead.

Jason yelps when Dick swats him. It’s not hard, he’s taken worse, but the unexpectedness of it…  The threat of it… It makes him swallow.

“You know damn well whose fault it is,” Dick says, voice low and vaguely threatening. It makes Jason shiver, cunt fluttering. “But we’ll be talking about your behavior later. For now…” Dick probes a finger inside of him. Jason’s cunt welcomes it, swallowing him greedily. His middle finger finds Jason’s t-dick, stroking small circles around it.

Jason whines helplessly, legs quivering as he fights to stay still. He’s so— He’s so sensitive.

Dick teases him, giving him only the barest stimulation, moving so fucking slowly it’s almost agonizing. Jason is panting by the time he’s done, sweat beading at his temples. His fingers ache, knuckles white.

“Hm. Looks like you were telling the truth,” Dick says. He takes his hand away, and Jason can’t help the way he whimpers, meeting Dick’s eyes in the mirror.

There’s a thin sheen of tears in his own now; the sclera red. Dick looks unaffected—save for his eyes, crackling electric blue that cut Jason to the core.

“Clean yourself up, little wing,” he says, wiping his fingers on Jason’s thigh before patting Jason’s ass. “I told Bruce I’d check on you and apologize before going to bed. You should go say goodnight to him.”

>> continue reading <<

[huverican]

Hypothetically saying, if your life was flashing before your eyes because you are about to die. What memories of you and Stephen would replay in your head?

(Ⅰ) The first time you met.

You finished washing the rest of your dishes and tore off a piece of paper towel to dry off your hands. You hummed your favorite song, swaying to the melody as you walked towards your bedroom.

Just as you were about to open your door, you heard some sort of crackling noise. The kind a fire makes when its fed wood, or when a sparkler stick is lit. Confused by the weird sound, you turned around. Nothing appeared to be out of place.

Okay, maybe you were just hearing things.

You turn around once again and open your door fully this time. You walk into your room and pause, when you hear another noise.

Crack

"Alright, who's there?" You whip your head around and walk out of your room defensively.

You start checking behind corners, not afraid of whatever could be there. You were a superhero after all, you could put up a fight.

Then you heard it again.

You whip your head around and follow the noise to your living room. You stand in front of the rug on your floor, confused where it could possibly be coming from. It felt like you were right in front of it, but all you could hear was the noise coming from your rug.

You walk closer, considering lifting up the rug. Maybe it was something burning under it? As you kneel down, an orange spark shoots onto your chest. Expecting a sting, you fall onto your ass and try to wipe off any sort of hot remains. But nothing was there, and you realized it didn't burn whatsoever.

What the fuck?

All of the sudden, a burst of orange and yellow sparks are swirling in the air in front of you. You gasp and jump to your feet, stepping backwards and preparing yourself for a fight.

You stand there for a couple more seconds until the sparks spread out and widen into an oval. Then, sparks start to dissipate in the center and reveal a man dressed in robes... a very handsome one at that.

Wearing a red cape and blue garments, the man stepped out of the portal in front of you. You took another step back and analyzed who you assumed, you'd be fighting any second. Because- who the hell bursts into your house like this normally?

Though, you 'analyzing your opponent' turned into more of you checking him out. To be fair, how could you not?

The man was tall with a slim figure that definitely had muscles under those robes. He stood with straight, good posture, which just made him look taller than he already was. He had blue eyes that really popped out from his face, which had generously, sharp cheekbones. His hair was a dark brown, black-like color, and it had streaks of grey on the sides. His facial hair was clean and you could tell just from one look he kept up on personal hygiene.

All in all, this man looked very attractive. You know, like one of those older, 'silver-wolf' type men you see only in movies.

You could tell he was staring you down as well. If it weren't for not knowing if he was a threat, you would totally try and talk to him.

"(Y/n) (L/n), I'm Dr. Stephen Strange, you need to come with me."

You pushed your eyebrows together at his extremely, straightforward request and scoffed.

"Why would I go with a stranger whom I've never met, might I add, one that came through a portal in my house, and knows my name?" He raised his eyebrow and tilted his head a bit.

"Good point." He stepped aside to reveal Bruce Banner. You gasped slightly and relaxed a bit. It's been a solid amount of time since you'd last seen him, he went off on his own after the battle with Ultron. So of all places, why was Bruce with this guy?

You took a step closer and realized he looked like a mess. He looked traumatized, and it hurt you to see your friend like this.

You reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. To see if he would stop being so tense, but it didn't work.

"Bruce? What are you-"

"Thanos is coming, (Y/n). We need everyone we can get." You looked at him with nothing but confusion. Who the hell is Thanos?

"Um, okay. But you're going to have to fill me in." You said and you took your hand away from his shoulder.

"I-I will, just come with us." He turned around and put a foot through the portal, Stephen right behind him. Bruce stepped all the way through, waiting on the other side for you. Just as Stephen was about to head into the portal, he looked back at you.

"Are you coming?" He looked at you, a little puzzled. Why weren't you moving?

"Through uh- through that thing?" You pointed at the portal and Stephen looked at the portal, then you again.

"Um, yeah. Is it your first time going through one? It doesn't feel as weird as it looks."

Is it my first time? Um, yes? Where else would I be doing this? You thought to yourself. But then again, you were a superhero, anything could happen.

"Yeah uh, it is."

"Okay then, take my hand. I'll pull you through." Stephen reached his hand out and you squinted at him a little, contemplating whether to take his hand or not. You weren't scared, no, just cautious. You couldn't help but feel weird about doing this, let alone listen to someone you just met. What if something crazy is going on and Bruce isn't actually Bruce and it's a trick or-

"(Y/n) come on it's okay!" Bruce yelled, waving to you from the other side and snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked at Stephen's hand, then back up at him again and put your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and pulled you towards him a little fast, making trip. Fortunately, you landed into his chest, your hands resting on his shoulders.

Your face heated up a little and you could tell it was turning red. How could it not though? He was a mighty-fine looking guy.

"I swear if this is some sort of-" You tried to protest out of embarrassment, but he cut you off right away.

"Gosh you Avengers sure are grumpy. Lighten up, Sweetheart nothing is going to happen." He chuckled and pulled you both through the portal.

(Ⅱ) Your First Kiss.

"I wanna love you..." You sang the music to yourself, finishing up the mascara you had just applied. You were getting ready for a date. With who you may ask? The one and only, Doctor Stephen Strange, a sorcerer who had been known for helping save the world. So, how the hell were you scoring a date with a man like him?

Well, after you two had met. You and he (with the rest of the Avengers) were immediately fighting Thanos and his army. You two stuck around one another during most of the fighting, turning into friends on the battlefield. That was, until both of you had been 'blipped' for five years, returning back once again, on the battlefield.

When everything was finally over. You felt broken and lonely. Your closest friend, Natasha, was gone. Your brother, Tony, was gone. Everyone else that was held dear and close to you, was either gone, or depressed. Worst of all, the Avengers were lost, confused, and searching for a new way to start. The pillar that held up humanity’s hope and protection was broken. And when that many people look up to one group, it starts to take a toll on everyone in it.

Though everything was extremely painful, you and Stephen started to connect more. You and he became better friends and eventually, you two started to try going on a few dates. Stephen made you really happy, even when you were sad his presence helped. You enjoyed texting him, calling him, and seeing him. It was like he was apart of your daily routine now. When you wake up, you text Stephen. When you do something fun, you tell Stephen. Who asks how your day was? Stephen. It was like muscle memory to think about him every day. Your life was finally going upwards after everything.

Your first two dates with Stephen were better than any you've ever been on. Your first date, he took you out to dinner at a fancy steak restaurant. Then, the second one you had more fun, literally. You two went to an arcade and won as many jackpots as you could. Sounds silly when you think about it, two adults (superheroes at that) playing at an arcade like you were ten. But, it was worth every second and you had a good time. Something that had been hard for you after defeating Thanos.

"..and treat you right.." You continued to sing the song as you put on some jewelry. Stephen should be here any second, your date was at 6 o'clock. Since he used...portals, you knew he'd be right on time and it was already five fifty five. You took up the last five minutes checking yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked good. If you were going to be walking around with the Stephen Strange, then you should look good, right?

You heard the familiar noise the portals would create and poked your head outside your bathroom door. Stephen stood in the hallway with a bouquet of red roses, grinning like a child. So classic, yet so thoughtful.

"Wow. 6:01. You're late! Was it traffic or something?" You teased and he rolled his eyes, walking up to you and handing you the bouquet.

"Well if that’s the case, this is my sorry gift for being a minute late." He laughed and handed you the flowers. You closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh scent .

"These smell amazing, thank you. I'll need to grab a vase for these before we leave." You smiled and then realized the quiet music in the background. You turned around and picked up your phone, stopping the music and putting your phone in your purse.

"Hmmm, was that Bob Marley in the background?"He questioned as you both walked towards your kitchen.

"Mmmmmaybe." He chuckled at your response. You opened a cupboard under your sink, taking out a spare vase. As you started to fill it up with water from sink, Stephen came up behind you. He rested his arms on either side of you, leaning his hands on the sink.

"You look beautiful, Darling." He whispered, and just something so subtle as that made you feel weak in your knees. You could feel his breath against the back of your neck and you bit your lip a little. You turned around and faced Stephen, setting the vase on the counter. Looking up at him and leaning yourself against the sink, you leaned in closer to his face.

"Oh I do now?" At this point you two were almost touching noses. It was taking all of your self-control to not kiss him, and it was taking all of his to do the same. You were eye candy to him, and the look on his face was telling you clearly. The way he eyed you bit your lip. You looked so seductive to him, best part was you weren't even trying.

"More than you realize." He chuckled a bit, trying to brush off how flustered he was over you. Seriously, this guy the Sorcerer Supreme, a protector of the world, and he never stumbled. But this? Gosh he was falling for you quicker than he’d imagined.

You smirked and looked at his lips, he was biting his too. Little did you know, he was slowly losing the self restraint to not kiss your right there. The tension between you two made him want to just smash his lips into yours, but he kept still, too scared to make a move if you weren’t comfortable. If he messed up he could lose you, and he never wanted that to happen in the slightest.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft ones. Stephen’s eyes widened as he pushed against your lips and leaned his body into yours, gently pressing you even more against the sink. His lips tasted sweet, and you assumed it was from honey-tea he’d drunken earlier, which you didn't really mind. You expected it from an avid tea drinker. Besides, you were more focused on how it felt to finally put your lips on his.

He moved his hands onto your waist, hesitating a bit incase you didn't want them resting there. When you didn't move out of discomfort, he gently squeezed your waist. He was careful with his hand placement, reminding himself that he didn't know how what you were okay with. This certain way he touched you, with extra care and thought, made you feel warm inside. Literally, overheated by the fact a man such as him existed, a man that had made you so comfortable so quickly. You were never one to let your guard down, and you still kept a small barrier up. But Stephen had truly gotten you open up to him and it was unfamiliar to you. This feeling inside you hasn't been something you've felt in a long time..

..was it love? Have you really been falling in love?

You're an adult, you've had passed relationships, but this felt.. different. Yeah, yeah, every girl says that with the new man, but really though. This wasn't the same and you couldn't compare it to anything you've felt before. This felt secure, like you were on the right path.

You pulled away and broke the kiss, resting your hands on his chest.

"That- That was great. Wow." He lifted his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the side of your face.

"Yeah, that was perfect." You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes for a moment. You were nothing but satisfied and comfortable in his care, you couldn't ask for more.

You opened your eyes again and playfully grinned.

"Wanna do it again?"

Hi all:) This was a very very veryyyy old draft, so I apologize if it was a little bad haha! But, I’m back. I might write more, I might not. But I have a few drafts I thought I would share because they never got to be posted and they had work put into them. :)

Have a good day:)

[kyber-kisses]

Eighty Miles There and Back

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: sometimes love sneaks up on in the most random of places.

Warnings: best friends to lovers, Robin plays match maker

A/N: I wrote this on my phone and did not edit it because I’m lazy. Enjoy😃🔫

Thirteen long ass years.

That’s how long you been friends with Steve Harrington. From the first day of first grade you knew that little bastard was going to twist up your life. He was such an interesting character that even your feeble little child brain could recognize it.

Your friendship started like all childhood friendships did. A playground. And a bag of apple slices. He was the kind of kid that never brought snack but always tried to mooch off of the other kids if they were nice enough. Usually they weren’t though, because little kids are greedy and still trying to wrap their tiny little head around the concept of sharing.

That was until he crossed paths with you. The new girl with bandaids on both knees, a slowly wilting dandelion tucked behind her ear, and a bag full of apple slices held out in front of her from him to take.

“Here, I know that you don’t have a snack during recess each day so I asked my mom to pack extra.” You had explained, watching as he carefully took the bag from you with an almost shy smile.

“Thanks.”

You don’t know what it was about him but you had blurted out the next words with so much ease. “Do you wanna come over to my house after school? My mom makes really good snacks and we could play with my dog!”

He had almost looked startled at first but then he nodded. That day the two of you rode your bikes home from school and nothing had been the same since.

And now you were here. Thirteen years later, and fresh out of high school. Four weeks ago you had been stuck in and underground Russian base with him and Robin Buckley, the sweet and awkward band member in the class below you that you had befriended a couple months ago.

“I think I’m dying.” Letting out a croak, Robin fell backwards onto the grass besides you, arms spread out.

“I told you already that I’m sorry! I don’t say I didn’t give you a warning before we left on Friday.”

“You know you could have just asked me to fix it and I would have.” Steve butted in from across you, his back leaning against the tree behind him.

“Steve the last time you offered to fix something in the Scout smoke started pouring out from under the hood.” You explained, flicking a fry at him from were you sat.

The three of you had just spent the weekend down in Indianapolis, enjoying your parents graduation gift that was three tickets to see Bruce Springsteen in concert. They had bought an extra ticket from you guys to invite another friend and you had eager both decided on Robin, especially after all the trauma that had bonded you three together since Star Court.

And now here you were, driving back to Hawkins on a immensely hot Sunday at the tail end of July. The air conditioning in your car was shot, forcing the three of you to crank all the windows down for the drive. Eventually though Robin feared of dying of heat stroke so you had pulled off of 31 and into a McDondalds parking lot of all things. You had parked the scout under a small cluster of trees as the three of you sprawled out on the grass, now surrounded by yellow wrappers and greasy brown bags.

All in all it had been a good weekend, the three of you screaming the lyrics to the Springsteen cassett in the car the whole way down to Indi, spending the night sleeping in the scout in some random parking lot because you were three teenagers who were out of a job and basically broke, and enjoying the booze Steve had pulled from his parents liquor cabinet.

Reaching across the grass between you, Steve snagged another fry from the bright red box in your hand, the action making your eyes widen as you watched him toss it into his mouth.

“Did you just take one of my fries?” You threaten, watching his face as he realized his mistake.

“Oh shit-“

“Two rules Harrington,” you slowly rose to your feet in front of him, “there are literally only two rules in our friendship. One: if you borrow the other person car, put gas in it before you return it, and two. . .” You took a step forward, eyes narrow as you pointed a menacing finger at him. “Ya don’t mooch off your besties fries.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“

Before he could finish his apology you were tackling him backwards onto the grass, both of you letting out yells as you did.

“Shit, shit I’m sorry l- that’s on me!” The two of you rolling across the grass as Robin watched on with utter confusion.

“You bet it’s on you, Bub.” You panted, finally pinning him to the ground, hands firmly pressing his shoulders into the ground as he looked up at you, fingers wrapped around your wrists.

You had to stop yourself from almost melting at the sight. Those big brown eyes that you had known for so many years looking up at you. He still had several bruises across his face from the Russians but they were slowly healing, turning from the strong purple hue they had been when he first got them to a more yellowish tone.

You were so lucky to have him as your best friend.

“Tell you what,” letting go of his shoulders you sat up on his chest, “I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Eyes narrowing, Steve cocked his head slightly, clearly suspicious. “Why?”

“Because I have some sympathy for people who get beat up by Russians.” You said, lightly tracing your thumb over the bruise on his left cheek bone.

. . . And now you made it weird.

Popping up to you feet a second later you slid your hand into the front pocket of your shorts, fishing out a couple of dimes and nickels before offering them to Steve.

“Just go buy yourself some fries”

That was all it took to get him propelling upwards and snatching the coins out of your hands, “really?!”

“Go before I change my mind.”

Letting out a light laugh Steve looked back at you. “Good one.”

“What?”

“The change- the change pun. Before I change my mind? Get it?” He explained holding up the handful of coins you had just given him.

“Steve.”

“Sorry, sorry I’m going- I’m going.” Holding up his arms in defeat he turned and jogged off across the parking lot.

“I don’t even know how to explain what I just watched.” Robin spoke up after you flipped back down on the grass besides her, reaching for your drink.

“What?”

“Seriously I don’t get why you won’t just tell him.”

Nibbling on the yellow and red striped straw between your lips, you raise an eyebrow at her. “What are you even talking about Robin?” Questioning her you took another sip.

“Why don’t you just tell Steve you like him?”

That was all it took to make you choke on the Fanta you had been sipping.

And then it was spraying out of your mouth, and dribbling out of your nose, and if you were completely honest you thought it was gonna come out your ears next.

Choking out Robins name you pounded a hand against your chest, trying to clear your airway.

“Are you insane?!” You wheezed, setting the cup down on the curb besides you.

“No, if anything I’m probably the most sane out of the three of us, and that’s saying something because I Have never been considered sane a day in my life. You can go ask my mother.”

“Robin, I don’t not like Steve— at least not in the way your implying. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever you say.” She nodded, leaning forward in her criss cross position as she rested her palms on her knees. “And I’ve only known you for five months but I can tell you with absolutely certainty that your feelings for that dingus are not platonic, sure they may have been for most of your friendship, but I’ve seen the way you look at him, especially since Star Court.”

“Robin—“

“Trust me, I may not have a strong grasp of social cues but I know what liking someone looks like, and that it what I see whenever I watch you and him interact. Sometimes I even feel like a weird third wheel.”

Opening your mouth to respond you were quickly silenced when you saw Steve walking back across the parking lot, too immersed with the red box of fries in his hand to look up. A small smile made it way across your lips at the sight.

He was so dorky and sweet, you couldn’t help it.

. . . And then you felt a hand smack you upside the head.

“Ow, Robin what the hell?!”

“Literally example A, right here. Friends don’t smile softly at each other like that.”

“I was not smiling at him.” You lied, slapping her in the chest.

“I literally just watched you, and you expect me to belie-“ you didn’t let her finish before you slapped a hand over her mouth, Steve finally looking up from his fries as he reached the two of you.

“Robin, you okay?” Looking over at the girl besides you he raised an eyebrow as he tossed another fry into his mouth.

Giving a muffled response through your hand over her mouth she nodded.

“Okay. . . Well you guys ready to head back? I can drive the rest of the way.” Steve offered, helping you and Robin toss away the trash into a bin a few feet away.

“It’s okay, I can drive. You drove the whole way there. I can get us home.” You smiled, watching as he opened the drivers side door for you, allowing you to climb in.

“Mi’lady.”

“Your spending too much time with Dustin, Steve.” You joked, allowing him to close the door behind you before folding him arms across the open window.

“Shut up.”

“I’m kidding, now get in before I leave you in this parking lot and let Robin grab shot gun.”

You then proceeded to watch as both people raced around the car, trying to reach the passenger side door first. Steve beat her by a few milliseconds, practically vaulting into the seat besides you before slamming the door and locking it.

“Sorry Rob, gonna have to be quicker then that.”

“I hope you choke on your fries.” She responded climbing into the back seat and closing the door.

*. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

The ride home to Hawkins was weird to say the least. Every once and awhile Robin would shoot you looks in the rear view mirror, mouthing are you to do something. There were two or three times while the music was cranked up that you could see Steve whispering to Robin over his shoulder, the two deep in conversation. The third time they did it you turned to look at them and were only met with weird thumbs ups and even weirder smiles. At one point Steve fell asleep and you nearly drove the three of you off the road when Robin suddenly stuck her head between the driver and passenger seat to send you a wild look before nodding over to the passed out Steve besides you.

“Talk to him!” She harshly whispered.

Whispering back, you took your eyes off the straight road laid out ahead of you. “Robin, if you don’t sit back in your seat and buckle up, you are walking the rest of the way, do you hear me?!”

“I’m gonna tell him if you don’t-“

“Don’t even try that on my Buckley. I know you. You wouldn’t tell someone someone else’s secrets.”

“. . . Ok you got me there. But you gotta do something, or so help me I’m gonna jump into oncoming traffic.”

“Fine, fine- I’ll talk to him when we get back. I don’t need you staring at me with your creepy wide eyes from the back seat.”

After that Robin kept quiet. When you finally hit Hawkins town limits you have Steve a tender sock to the arm, waking him up from his way too long nap. He had let out a tired grumble before slowly sitting upright in his seat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and combing his hair back with his fingers.

Beyond the windshield the sun was beginning to sink below the tree line. Through the gaps in the trees the great ball of fire gave off a beautiful orange tone, reminding you of the tangerines you used to pick when you visited your grandma in Florida as a kid. The escaped rays gave everything an orangish hue, including Steve’s face as he continued the slowly blink the remaining sleep from his eyes.

. . . Maybe Robin was right. Maybe you did have a teenie tiny crush on your best friend.

Not that you would ever admit that to her.

A few minutes later you were dropping Robin off in front of her house, Steve being nice enough to get out and grab her duffle pack from the back of the Scout.

You were about to pull away from the sidewalk when two hands suddenly slammed into the passenger window, making both you and Steve jump as Robin peered the window, glaring at you with that same crazed look, before darting her eyes back to Steve momentarily.

“Robin, stop acting weird!” Steve shouted, cranking the window down just enough to yell at her.

Narrowing her eyes, you watched as she slowly backed away from the car, eyes still on you as she did. . . And then she proceeded to trip and fall backwards onto her lawn. The two of you sitting there and watching with wonderment as it all went down.

“God, she is so weird.”

“Yeah but don’t act like we arnt.” You breathed, taking one last look at Robin to make sure she was okay before you put the Scout into drive and slowly rolled away from her house.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve let out a soft chuckle, slightly tilting his head to watch Robin out of the side mirror. “We are pretty weird. Definitely no longer fit with the rest of the crowd that’s for sure.”

“You could say that again.”

Turning down the next street, you let out a soft sigh, seeing your own home up ahead, Steve’s rust red BMW 733i still sitting vacant on the curb from where he had left it on Friday.

He spent so much time at your house that everyone had just dubbed that Steve’s spot. No one else ever parked there.

Five minutes later the two of you were standing in the drive way, your duffel bag at your feet and Steve’s slung over his shoulder, readying himself to drive home.

“So that was fun.”

“Wow, really selling it Harrington.” You joked, earning a smile from him as you did.

“I know, but I’m serious- I had a lot of fun with you and Robin this weekend. Especially after everything with l you know, the Russians.”

“And the gate.” You added.

“And the melted people.”

“And the ugly flesh spider thing.”

Letting out another soft chuckle, Steve bobbed his head up and down. “Yeah and that. So much for a normal summer.”

“Normal summers are for normal people Steve. We ain’t that.”

“Fair point.”

You watched as he cast a glimpse at his car, letting out a deep sigh. You knew that look. He didn’t want to go home. His parents were always away on business so more often than not he was left alone in a big empty house, that’s why he was over at your house so often.

He didn’t like being alone.

“You wanna stay?”

“Only If it’s okay with your parents.”

“Are you kidding me? They’ve known you as long as I have. Your practically like the son they always wanted.”

And when you said that you meant every word. Steve had practically become part of the family in a weird way. Your parents had even fixed up the spare room in the basement for whenever he slept over, but usually he slept on the air mattress you kept under your bed.

Once again, he didn’t like being alone.

Hell, on your tenth birthday your parents had made the birthday party for both you and Steve since your birthdays were so close together. Whenever he stayed for dinner your mother always sent him home with enough leftovers to last a whole week.

Your family loved him

. . . And now you were starting to think you did too- just in a different way.

Climbing up the front steps, you dig into your bag before pulling out the key and unlocking the front door. You let Steve in first before following, shutting the door behind you as you did.

Through the kitchen window you could see your mom pulling cloths off the clothesline and tossing them into a basket.

Right, Sunday.

Laundry day.

“Guess what you get to help me with?” You shot a smug grin to the boy besides you, watching as his face fell.

“Aw man, come on.”

“Hey, you took some of my fries. This is you paying me back.”

Musing the door to your room open, you stepped inside with Steve close behind. The two of you dropping your bags haphazardly on the carpeted floor.

Your mother has been kind enough to set your fresh laundry basket on your bed. It was your job to fold it and put it away- but this time you had Steve help.

It wasn’t the first time though. He had been at over at your house for so many laundry days throughout the years that he just pitched in out of habit.

He once told you he didn’t mind it because it just gave him something to do. Hell, once in junior year you came home from office hours at school to find Steve in the kitchen with your mother just folding towels.

He was a strange, but that’s exactly why he was your best friend.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, you cross cross on your bed and him in your desk chair, the two of you folding shirts and pants as the radio played some tune softly between the two of you. As it got darker out beyond your bedroom windows lights were flicked on and trips to the kitchen were made to grab leftovers and cold sodas.

“How are your bruises doing?” You spoke up, watching as Steve lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“They’re healing. Sometimes hurts when I smile though. . . Which can really get annoying when I’m around you.”

You swore your brain almost short circuited in that moment. Was that just a normal compliment. . . Or did he just flirt with you?

Nope, nope. You were just extremely tired. You were just hearing things.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, Steve shook his head as he stood up. “Nothing, nothing.”

At the tone of his voice and action you set down the shirt you had been folding, watching as he strode across the floor of your room and rolled open the doors to your closet before dragging out a pale green storage container marked “Stevie”.

It was another thing that had been here so long it was just normal to you. You had kept a container of some of Steve’s clothes on the floor of your closet for whenever he chose to spend the night.

You watched as he fished out a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Apparently Robin told me I smell really bad.” He tossed a thumb over his shoulder before backing up and retreating into your bathroom.

That was a lie if you ever heard one. You knew Steve. You knew him like the back of your hand. You knew when he was lying.

And that was a lie right there.

You sat with it for a moment before shaking it off and standing up, moving across the room as you put away the folded laundry before pulling the inflated mattress out from underneath your bed and grabbing sheets from the closet across the hall.

Usually Steve set it up himself, but so what, you were feeling generous tonight.

Grabbing the baby blue pillow from your bed you tossed it down onto the mattress. It was the same pillow he always used.

After changing into your own pajamas, you fell back onto your bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking slightly as you did. You could hear the sprinkler putting just beyond your open screen window, along with the soft drone of the crickets nestled in the bushes around the yard.

And then you heard your hairdryer turn off the the bathroom door swung open, revealing a very clean Steve in a bright yellow t-shirt and a pair of red boxers.

“I used the rest of your conditioner.”

“Of course you did.” Letting out a sigh, you kept your eyes on the slowly spinning fan above your head, listening as he padded across the carpet before flopping down on the foot of your bed.

“Why are you acting so weird?”

What?

That was all it took to get you to prop yourself up with an elbow to give him a surprised look. “Me? Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not acting weird! You were the one having weird staring contests with Robin and whispering earlier!”

“I was not!”

“I literally watched you slap a hand over her mouth during lunch when you saw me walking towards you.”

God, his stupid brown puppy dog eyes were making this so much harder.

“Well don’t act like you and Robin weren’t literally whispering to each others while looking at me the rest of the drive home! Like what were the two of you even talking about that it couldn’t be shared with me?”

Realizing how much you had raised your voice, you took a deep breath as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Sorry- Robin just said something to me earlier that kinda has had me in a chokehold all afternoon, and now I know she was right and I don’t know what to do.” You admitted.

God that little crazy lesbian friend of yours had been right. You had a crush on your best friend. Steve with all his offerings to help you fix your car, open doors for you, sing along to every song on the radio with you. . . Fold your fucking laundry.

“Jeez, Y/N why didn’t you say anything? What did she tell you that had you so out of it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing.” Steve breathed out, pausing to shake some water out of his hair like he was a wet dog or something. “We’ve literally been friends since the first day of first grade. Talk to me.”

Picking at a loose thread on your duvet cover, you looked down at your feet. “I know, but what if it messes with our whole friendship?”

“Nah, not possible. I once walked in on you naked freshman year and look at us, still stuck with each other.” He joked.

Dragging your palms down your face you let out a groan. “I thought we agreed to never speak of that again?”

“Yeah well—“

“I like you.”

The second those words left your lips, your eyes widened and you were slapping a hand over your mouth in shock.

You didn’t expect yourself to actually say it out loud.

“What?”

“Shit. . . Yeah uhm, our funky little friend Robin kinda helped me realized I have a crush on you.” You explained quickly, “now I totally understand if your weirded out out want to return every single friendship bracelet I’ve made you since the third gra—“

You never got to finish before his hands were grabbing your face and slightly pulling you forward and smashing your face against his. You didn’t even have time to get ready or process. He just kissed you right there and then, right on the lips.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t even scare you. It just felt so normal.

So right.

A moment later the two of you parted, leaving both of you slightly breathless as you looked at each other with wide eyes.

“I’m gonna be honest, I’m even more confused than before.”

“What do you think Robin was whispering to me about?. That little weirdo kept pestering me to tell you how I felt.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrap your head around that information, “huh.”

That little minx was just trying to play match maker.

“I guess we gotta give her credit for realizing it before we did.” You added.

“Seriously. Apparently it’s obvious to a lot of people.” He added, leaning back slightly as he rested his weight on his palms.

“So basically we are gonna get eaten alive by everybody when they find out about this?”

Steve nodded once more, “There’s a pretty good chance.”

“Well good luck with Henderson, that ought to be fun.” You mused, sending him a smirk.

“Oh shit.” Eyes widening in realization his face fell into his hands as he fell backwards onto the bed with a groan. “He’s gonna tease the shit out of me for weeks.”

“I am so sorry.” Giving his thigh a soft pat you gave him a joking smile, trying hard not to laugh.

“How bout we go back to kissing? I liked that part.” He mused, sending you a flirtatious wink as he did.

“You’re disgusting Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah, but unfortunately your stuck with me.” With a smile he slowly rose back up and leaned forward, lips hovering millimeters from your own.

“Ok, but let’s see which one of us has to cave and tell Robin.”

“Ah shit.”

“Ah shit indeed, Harrington. Ah shit indeed.”

THE END.

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Coffee

written: Oct 3, 2019

Black!reader x dark!Bruce Banner

Bruce Banner did not get distracted easily. Just when he was started to make real headway on his project you walked in. Decked out in a pastel blue lab coat, heels, and hair bundled at the top of your head with a wrap his eyes landed on you. Brushing the tight black coils out of your face Bruce stirred in his chair, he shifted his weight as he carefully watched you bend over and then push your bag under the desk.

You were so damn beautiful and smart. Bruce’s eyes trace the outline of your body, he mulled over the shape of you underneath that coat. He wondered if your ass, your hips would fit perfectly in his hands as he imagined.

“I brought coffee.” said Bruce, watching you over the tops of his frames.

Your pouty mouth licked the rim of the cup before sitting it down. The tinge in his crotch began to ache. “Taste great! Did you grind this? Like is this your special mix you were talking about the other day?”

He lowered his eyes, appeared busy by grabbing up a glass flask and inserted it in to the galvanizing spectrum meter to his left.  “Ya. The beans were shipped from a friend. Swears by them—glad you like it too. It’s definitely a special blend.”

Bruce turned, still imitating working, but his eyes focused over the brim of his glasses as he stared hard at you. Suddenly you stopped where you stood, your paperwork falling from your hands to the desk. and to the floor. Bruce smiled. “Did the door lock after you came in? We don’t need stragglers interrupting.” he asked.

You stood there silent for a moment. In a daze you turned around walked across the space and hit the panel on the right of the door. “It’s locked.” You spoke through a soft breath.

Bruce smiled, a half grin pulled up at the right of his lips as he removed his glasses. He leaned back in his chair, spread his legs as he turned in your direction. Your back stilled faced him, though there was a noticeable shake in your shoulders. The hem of your lab coat cut just below your knees shook.

Bruce placed one arm of his glasses in his mouth, slowly he clicked it across his lower teeth as his eyes analyzed your behavior.

“Doctor…I feel..” you tried to speak clearly, but a pain, no an ache from deep within had you cradling your belly. You hunched over, confusion spread at your recent actions. Bruce had asked of you and without fail you complied. A gush of wetness dripped around your underwear and over your thighs it glided toward the floor.

“Come here.” commanded Bruce.

“No..” You resisted, but the tone, the sensuality of his voice rolled over you in a shudder.

You turned, began to walk, your eyes watery with fear as you struggled not to obey. “What did you do? What is this..” you groaned with every word, and step.

“Just some help. I didn’t know I made it so strong. I can see the puddle over by the door.” Bruce laughed, he put his glasses on the desk. He pulled off his lab coat, tossed it to the floor and began to work at the button on his slacks. “I have something for you. Can’t wait till you see it baby.”

“Bruce, please..Doctor.”

You followed his order without fail. Compelled to listen to him you walked across the space until stood between his open thighs. “No, no. Call me Bruce.” He said, as his hand glided up the hot, sticky and sweaty brown skin of your inner thigh. You wanted to feel shy, to feel something other than the desperate need growing in your cunt. But as his fingers swiped against your panties they nudged the moist folds underneath you felt nothing but want. “I like when you call me by my name.” he said with a smile.

A jolt straight up your insides burned and gnarled within you causing a noticeable dip in your frame. You clenched, you whined as it the ache turned dangerously agonizing. “Please..don’t do this. I don’t want this.” You begged.

“You see you have to.” said Bruce, the grin still playing over his lips. “You need the release. You don’t want to die do you?”

Your eyes fell to his crotch in time to see him pull out his cock. It was large, uncut, a few shades darker than the rest of his body but the tip was flushed and engorged to a delicious shade of plum. Your mouth watered as you stared at it.

Bruce’s warm fingers tugged your panties to the side. His index finger slid from your taint all the way up to your clit in one stroke. You wiggled under his touch and gasped as he retreated from your heat. He with drew his hand, leaned back and rubbed your slip over the head of his cock. “I knew it. You have always wanted me, just needed some incentive.”

“Take off your clothes. Let me see that beautiful body.” You shook your head, did your best to resist. Bruce tilted back, judging you as you defied his order. “Don’t fight it.”

Tears slid down your face as smoothing as your jacket coming off your shoulders. It felt easier listening and then fulfilling his commands. Your hands moved over the hem of your top as you peeled it away. Bruce’s eyes lingered on your bra, and then as you slide out of your skirt he focused on your wet mound poking out of the side of your panties.

“All of it.” He continued, stroking himself as he watched you. He stared at your wonderfully stiff dark brown nipples. Slowly, he followed the outline of your curves as you tried to shield some of you from his gaze. And as the sly smile faded from his face he pointed to the cement floor. “Now, get on your knees.”

You once again did as you were ordered. “For two months I’ve been curious why you ignored me. I tried to get to know you didn’t I?” he asked, his fingers hooked under your chin drew you in closer. “All I wanted from you was a little companionship; you know how lonely it gets in this lab.”

Bruce held the sides of your head in his hands. You opened your mouth in time to engulf the head of his seeping cock. “I couldn’t stand it anymore.” He groaned as he pushed you down on him. “Watching you…and not touching.” He hissed when you finally began to bob up and down on your own.

“That’s right suck it. Make it tight. I know you’re angry with me…” his head rolled back, so did his eyes as he shut them and took in the vacuum you made for him. “’let me feel it.”

Bruce’s thighs twitched just before he thrust up to meet you coming back down on him. His hands still held your head, and then moved to your shoulders as your mouth rode his cock. “Greedy, girl.” He grunted out as his head popped back up to meet your eager eyes.

“You wanna feel me on the inside baby?” he asked, but he knew you weren’t able to disobey.

“Sit on my lap.” He said, and hooked his hands under your arms as you began to stand and pulled you onto his thighs.

Bruce lifted you a bit, lined himself up with your cunt and pushed you down on him. One quick painful thrust and he was inside you, buried in your wet slit. You stilted, collapsed onto his shoulder and gripped the back of the chair.

“Too big?” Bruce groaned again as his hands glided down your back to your thick ass. He squeezed and spread you apart as he used your body as a brace to pull out then slam back in. “’ tight little pussy.” he crooned.

Bruce’s hands left you and then together slapped back on to your ass forcing you to match his movements. “Take it, you can do it.”

You followed. Not completely adjusted to him you did as he asked anyway. Slowly you began to ride him. Your clit skimming the fabric of his slacks was enough to stimulate your already swollen knob of a clit.

Bruce breathes deep, he enjoys watching the sweat drip from your face, pool in small droplets over your shoulders. And he can smell how aroused you are, the sweet murky fragrance of desire wafting from you begins to send him over the edge.

His hands leave your ass, he gathered your face in his hands as he stared at your open mouth, then your wide wanton gaze. “Smart girl. That’s right ride me—show me how much you wanted it.”

You panted, deep shallow breathes fell from your lips as you snatched up patches of desire every time you plunged down upon him. The pain in your womb began to uncoil as you become untethered from the need to orgasm. It was the heat though, sensitive and tender on the inside the heat from his cock was what stroked you toward your climax. Over come with the sweet release of it you shut your eyes savoring the pleasure of it all.

“No, look at me when you cum.” Moaned Bruce, he brought you closer to his lips as he lightly kissed you as you rode him hard. You wanted to throw your head back instead you obeyed and struggled to keep your eyes on him.

“Don’t stop, baby…” Bruce whispered across your lips and into your mouth. “Don’t stop till I fill you up..”

A pained whine bubbled up, pathetic and sorrowful. “No…please..don’t do that.” You asked, but couldn’t stop yourself from riding him.

“Shut up….” Bruce looked back and forth between your face, to watching your tits worshipfully as they bounced and rubbed all over the chest of his button up. “And you’re going to take everything I give you.”

Your hold slipped from the chair to his dark silky curls at the back of his heads as you tipped up and down on him. Bruce’s hands left your face, he grabbed your ass as he began to pound into you. The moans from your lips bounced with his thumping until he stilled, he kicked out a leg as he came then pushed you back down on his final thrust. You held on, wrapped your arms around his neck as he buried his face into your clavicle. His stubble scraped across your smooth damp skin when he moaned. He still slowly pushed in and out allowing the feeling of you around him to settle the raging green inside him.

He stirred finally, he brought his hands up to your shoulders then shoved you off him and knocking you down on to the floor. Terrified you huddled and tried to cover your self—then your eyes rolled up his spread legs, to the wet spot on his slacks where his cock stood erect as he stroked it.

Your eyes locked with Bruce. His face, the expression a shadow of the sweet Doctor you had come to know stared you down with contempt.

“Suck it, and make it tight.” he instructed.

[dairy-farmer]

Normalised incest au in which instead of calling kids cute, talking about chubby cheeks and how adorable and sweet and big and strong or whatever they are, people talk about how tight their hole must be, how their soft little ass will give some nice padding when their daddy fucks them, tell them to open their mouth wide so they can see how big a cock they can take, talk about how they’d love to see them bouncing on their cock etc? Rather than pinch their chubby cheeks the squeeze their chubby ass and kiss them just under their chin?

Just Bruce at a gala and stood talking to some other businessman and when they guy compliments him for how handsome his sons are the guy bites his lip, presses the heel of his palm against the bulge in his pants and tells him how Tim looks like he’d have a nice tight pussy?

Youthful innocence is hot, maybe kids are encouraged to be a little chubby so they look younger longer? So Tim’s a bit thicc, the guy talks about how he’s filling his little suit out nicely — ‘lucky man, Bruce, I don’t know if I’d be able to control myself around him.’

Or what if not normalised incest, this is just how the men in those high society circles all talk about their kids? Bruce included, it’s normalised for him — Tim’s just the first kid who grew up in this culture, Jack used to share pictures of a sleeping, naked Tim with cum on his face most galas.

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 yesssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!

either fucked up high society dynamics or society in general making it okay for bruce to be fucking tim. tim especially gaining attention because unlike dick who always insisted on his gymanstics and jason who grew up rougher and admired being able to knock someone's lights out- tim was softer and sweeter. he was softly chubby with a plush stomach and soft thighs and the prettiest lips in the world. he was bright eyed and curious asking the sweetest and most ignorant questions. the rest of high society ignored about how tim's older brother jason hissed about it being an act and that tim was a devious sex obsessed nymphette that pretended to be oh so ignorant of sex while begging their father to fuck him almost nightly.

plently of wealthy businessmen and socialites compliment tim on how pretty he is and how they can't believe that bruce would ever be able to keep his hands off him and that if tim was their son they'd never let him leave their beds!!!

it's common courtesy to get down to a child's level and greet them like that and more than a few gala guests let their kisses brush slightly too close to tim's mouth but so long as they're not brazenly stuffing their hands up tim's sweet dress that makes him look like a cupcake then there was no objection.

tim is such a small child even as he grows and it never fails to garner jealousy from other socialites over bruce because how unfair that bruce has access to a hole that it is almost permanently tight!!

[jedusaur]

Recs: Clint/Bucky fics with 200-500 kudos

after going through the entire Clint/Bucky pairing tag on AO3, I did a recs post for my favorite fics with under 200 kudos (a range covering more than half of the works in the tag) and now I've decided to do one for fics with 200-500 kudos (another ~quarter of the tag). there are 36 pages of fic with more than 500 kudos, so I figure most people won't get to these on a casual binge.

What Spring Does With the Cherry Trees, by @bittercape (32k) Bucky moves into Clint's apartment building and starts working on figuring out what he likes. this one has that lovely chill vibe where they both kinda know where their relationship is heading and neither of them is in too much of a rush to get there, which is my absolute favorite kind of slow burn, and there's a lot of focus on reflection and healing and self-care and just hangin out being comfortable with each other <3

You Can Never Go Home Again, by @flawedamythyst (49k) Clint and Bucky get sent back in time to 1939, and Bucky slowly unlearns his internalized homophobia and realizes that the "just two straight buddies helping each other out" handjobs they've been exchanging are not actually straight. I did a literal double-take when I saw how few kudos this had, it is one of my favorite fics in this pairing and it has the single hottest first kiss I have ever read in my entire life

Delicate Tension, by @feedmecookiesnow (53k) beautiful, quiet, sweet, sexy road trip fic, with lots of pleasant imagery in Bucky's photography and a satisfying slow-ish burn that resolves about halfway through so there's some nice early relationship navigation too. the tags are accurate but don't really convey the vibe of it, the trauma stuff is fairly low-key and the general feel is uplifting. also, the choice of tattoo on Clint's ass is INSPIRED, just an absolute *chef's kiss* bit of characterization there

Days That Used To Last A Lifetime, by @there-must-be-a-lock (10k) in which Clint is a dog walker and Bucky is a shameless flirt and both of them are a hot mess and do a lot of recreational drugs and end up murmuring secrets to strangers at ass o'clock in the morning in someone else's apartment

Sequestered, by @lizabethl (38k) in which Clint and Bucky are separately sent off to the same beach house for a much-needed vacation, then hop back on duty just long enough to temporarily acquire a child. deals with some tough stuff but it's mostly about healing and connection and growth

Hydra's Bite, by @flawedamythyst (118k) Buffy AU with a long piney slow burn and great found-family vibes. Clint is the Xander who rescues Bucky from a nest of hydras, Natasha is the Slayer, Coulson is kind of the Giles except undead, Jarvis is the ghost butler, Bruce has a demon living in him, and Tony inherited leadership of the Watchers' Council from his dad. also there's a running joke about all the demons Clint has fucked XD

quickly dream away the time; and then the moon, by @cloud--atlas (16k) Clint is housesitting Tony Stark's mansion in the Hamptons when Lucky gets through a hole in the hedge and makes friends with the hot rich neighbor

Gonna Be My Girl?, by @mightymightygnomepriest (46k) Clint and Bucky hook up while Clint is dressed up as a schoolgirl for Halloween, then they both make some assumptions they shouldn't be making and Clint keeps fucking Bucky in girl mode only. I'm not generally a fan of this kind of miscommunication-based plot, but this one really worked for me

The Middle of the Story, by @lissadiane (13k) look. I know you're gonna read the tag "Clint is literally a unicorn" and immediately want to roll your eyes and close the tab. I know. just... *takes you by the shoulders and looks intensely into your eyes* just trust me, okay

Personal Security (Let's Go Steal Ourselves a Remix), by @supervillainny (8k) Clint develops an inconvenient crush on the head of security at the art gallery he and Nat are about to rob

Boris the Soviet Love Hammer, by @bittercape (11k) the title/tags/summary make this one sound way crackier than it is, it's just a fun get-together fic with a few shenanigans. the part where they're fighting bad guys and Steve goes "Hawkeye, NO" and Clint is just like :D "Hawkeye yes" :D made me laugh very very hard

Universal Constant, by @mariana-oconnor (16k) Clint gets knocked into another dimension where Bucky is a stripper, bangs him, then finds that dimension's Clint and bangs both of them together. A+ no notes

how do you want me, by @feathers-and-cigarettes and @sevdrag (6k) deliciously twisted hookup-turned-attempted-murder-turned-back-to-hookup

All Bark, All Bite, by @hawksonfire (6k) he was a werewolf, he was a vampire, can I make it any more obvious

[astrum-naut]

enamored (yandere jason todd, yandere tim drake, older! yandere damian wayne headcanons)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m still alive I swear.

WARNING/s:  jealousy, possessiveness, unhealthy behaviors, mentions of kidnapping, death, murder, stalking, non-consensual monitoring or usage of cameras, toxic relationships, bullying, manipulation, stealing clothes LMAOO, alleged breaking and entering

Always remember that this is a work of fiction and everything written does not fully encompass and describe Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne’s personality and character. Feel free to send in asks / questions / clarifications / thoughts about them as well.

j. todd

First of all, I would just like to know what you did in your past life for this fine-ass man to want to be the object of your affections. 

It’s pretty much an open secret amongst both the Bat-family and the general public (to some extent) that he’s the black sheep in the sea of children Bruce had adopted. Even with the whispers of his broken past and nefarious deeds, he’s going to shock you with his quiet demeanor enhanced by his devilish looks. 

You’d expect him to have armfuls of women at his beck and call, but his introverted bookworm personality DEFINITELY leaves you a lot more vulnerable and interested in his charms. 

Yet, that does not remove how much this man still boasts a lot of red flags under plain sight. 

A wolf in sheep's clothing through and through, his hot temperament and violent streak only cover up the hole in his heart to be desired and loved.

Your relationship with him is most likely going to be an amalgamation of Bruce’s and Dick’s towards their respective darlings but obviously with Jason’s strife and behavior to the situation.

For one, you both are in this push-and-pull relationship. It may seem like you are doing most of the work and being the most affected, but that notion couldn’t even be more wrong. Jason’s definitely struggling to make sense of his feelings. He's never felt this intense of emotions towards someone romantically and he just knows the unhealthy urges of keeping you safe are further heightened by his traumatic experiences.

But what makes him more shaken is how a possessive streak accompanies these selfish desires. He’s honestly impressed at how everything he comes across reminds him of you. No trinket or item is too outlandish enough to remember your face, your mannerisms, your personality. Everything. 

And unlike most of his family members who slowly go through this process or are immediately immersed into this fucked up sense of thinking, his will power to resist these urges are definitely commendable. But not for long. 

Because as soon as Jason buries his guilt and insecurities under his veil similar to how he handles most of his problems, you’re just going to wish he was a lot more hesitant and aloof towards you.

This man is the trigger-happy one in the family and it carries over to his love-life.

Expect every ex, past lover, rivals, and threats to be dealt with at some point or another. Jason would give a period of time or some leeway if they currently have lovers of the sort; but if they allude to or decide to pursue interest in you - they’re definitely disappearing before you could even notice. 

Despite his supposedly meat-head personality, he’s still a bat through and through and remains to be calculated and controlling of the situation at all times. If he doesn’t beat the crap out of them, then he’ll make their demise or disappearance an accident or an unfortunate event. Think a villain coincidentally orchestrating their various crimes in the same vicinity as they are. 

He thinks he’s real slick with it too, but I think Jason can’t completely cover up his oozing red flags during this period. He’s a lot more quiet and seemingly uncaring about what happens to you in the beginning but now there’s a lot of more tense silence and expressive body language.

You’re definitely caught in between the crossfire of this new development and you’re left bursting at the seams of what happens next.

But aside from the initial hesitance, Jason is a soft romantic.

He’s a reader, he’s seen the in’s-and-out’s as well as the epitomes of romance various couples share and with a solemn expression definitely wishes he would experience the same. The yearning doesn’t go unnoticed though, since he’s picking up the pace now mostly in touch with his feelings. 

He’s like dark chocolate - bitter and unconventional, yet still sweet to the mouth whenever he does any type of gesture. 

Sure, he still performs the traditional acts of romance - giving you flowers, trinkets that remind you of him, and such but there’s this signature touch of subtlety. While Dick and Bruce are very transparent with their advances (wanting to show you from the get-go how their affections translate when they are with you), Jason - the ever so cunning man that he is - wants to tease you and let the feeling linger. He wants to keep you guessing and on your toes, be it some biting joke that leaves you speechless once you understand the punchline or an experience that leaves you blushing. 

Unlike his usual escapades, he’s a lot more soft and vulnerable than his family members give him credit for.  He never thought he was capable of doing the sappy things he would do in this period of his life. When he’s awake in the dead of night, he stares at the empty side of his bed and just imagines your warm figure damp on the mattress. He traces the letters of your name in comfort when he’s anxious, and his teammates tease him endlessly when they manage to catch him whispering your name in his sleep.

But those desires don’t cover up the trail of blood and guilt he’s left in his wake. 

Surprisingly, he shares the same self-awareness / mindset as Dick - the only difference being he’s not wearing rose-tinted glasses about it. 

Jason definitely wants to keep you unaware as much as possible of the eventual sins he’s done. As opposed to his family members who find it logical that their darlings should not want to find their activity for obvious reasons (i.e they don’t want their darlings to leave them), he’s much more upfront that he doesn’t want to taint or dirty you with his actions. Dick’s main shtick as a yandere is that his darling liking him is above all else; while Jason wants the same he also understands another much darker side to this which is if his darling finds out and understandably reacts negatively, it further proves he is a bad person.

But if he’s not having bouts of existential crises, then much like the other bats he’s a master stalker as well. 

He definitely monitors you in person, walking from roof-top to roof-top to investigate your whereabouts. He’s also really fond of visiting your place of residence and learning more about you behind the scenes. I’d like to think he lounges a lot in your kitchen, he looks around your cupboards and takes note of all the different produce and snacks you consume. He’s an absolute domestic king and he likes learning about your different preferred brands and items. 

Hell, sometimes you arrive from work and you could feel the couch or bed a bit too warm from where you last left it…

Other than that, Jason’s definitely an interesting case and a departure from both Bruce and Dick in his yandere escapades; as he still allows his guilty subconscious to seep into his love life.

t. drake

A lot of people like to undermine or underestimate the darkness that is in Tim whether through a yandere perspective and in the general sense - and that definitely makes it all the more shocking when you come to the revelation that maybe he isn’t so innocent after all.

When this man gets attached, he gets ATTACHED. Like no semblance of logic or intellect would be able to deter him from his plans to keep you to himself or in a more positive life - have you love him. If he can somehow force Bruce into adapting him as his son, then he can have you in his arms at the end of whatever year he decides is best for you - trust.

With that in mind, an important part of his character that is repeatedly pointed out is his obsession and his stalker-ish tendencies. If he was not in love with you, the man would definitely be much more criticized by his family for his behavior.

He’s the typical yandere archetype; researching as much as he can about his beloved, trailing after them wherever they go, having the most basic and intricate information about you memorized, and most likely having a shrine on you in the bat-cave or any other safehouse he has. Tim would definitely be in the opening scene of some stalker film if you see him in this state, messy room, trash everywhere, eyes flickering to the screens and CCTVs of any information and current whereabouts, eyebags on full display - the whole seven yards.

He’s one of the most alarming yandere’s to have since there’s something about him that makes him so creepy - and that’s already considering the stalking, murking, and other fucked up habits the other Batfamily members possess.

When he watches you through the cameras, his brothers and even Bruce are even unnerved at how creepy he looks. Eyes fully blown, tongue licking his lips at random intervals, and heavy breathing at the exhaustion of his line of work. He looks dead on the inside yet somehow he remains a shell of himself whenever he gets into one of these moods. Definitely slouches at his chair and would be at the desk for hours if he was not pulled away by them or Alfred.

Tim has a suave persona he’s mastered to a T around the public eye and somehow even with practice that manages to quiver when he’s around you.

Jason definitely jokes at the fact that if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it was his first time talking to another human being since his brother is so damn awkward. It’s definitely subtle enough that a normal person wouldn’t notice but his family members know damn well he’s dying on the inside out of shyness. Shifting eyes, always interrupting you but never meaning it in a malicious way, rubbing his neck, smiling forcibly, and the list goes on. He’s too excited and nervous at the same time, so forgive him for his actions.  

If the previous excerpts didn’t solidify that this man is more of a watcher than a participator, then one attribute that he absolutely inherited from Bruce is the ability to become a shadow.

All of the Batfamily help each other in their yandere escapades of stalking and murdering, but in the former’s portion, there’s always some kind of preference or route they would like to take. Dick, Jason, and Damian all prefer stalking you personally - as in following you rooftop to rooftop, and having the feeling of eyes pinned on your figure at all times. For Bruce and Tim, its technology. Cameras, detectors, CCTVs, if they can commit to it, they’ll do it.

It’s also because he sometimes daydreams and gets lost in his head that he becomes too careless in stalking you. There’s been enough times that you notice him in the dark of night or even see a flash of him during his patrol.

He’ll definitely try sneaking mini-microphones and cameras in every crevice of your belongings and your home, since he acknowledges he becomes too socially inept much to his chagrin when he’s around you.

He’s also an avid writer about it too, think of diaries and journals written in your honor. While the others mostly prefer recording everything digitally and skimming them over whenever they want, Tim treats it like personal entries about the development of your relationship and the observation of your person.

His intellect likes deducing and picking apart your psyche since he finds legitimately learning about someone through scientific and education perspectives to be very interesting - it means it gives him the opportunity to understand you in all the forms you come in.

That’s one of his greatest strengths as a yandere, since he’s very understanding and perceptive of how not only you work but the circumstances that surround you - that being potential rivals or anomalies like friends or family members. While yanderes typically associate the latter as a burden or a means to hinder their route towards their darlings, he knows they are vital in keeping you sane as a functional human being and he knows that every other possibility and situation will allow different ideologies and sides of you to reveal - and that means no kidnapping if he can help it.

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be a doormat and let you do whatever you want. Since he’s sandwiched between Jason and Damian - much more trigger-happy and brutal yandere’s - his well-renowned intellect finally makes a comeback when it comes to any threats - whether it's towards your safety or your availability in your love life.

This man’s a thinker and he’s definitely exploring all the most efficient possibilities that will allow the worst outcomes to happen to his victim. Everything and anything is on the table when it comes to you and that’s the more intimidating part, since anything that has his darling involved only makes him more manipulative, cut-throat, and intelligent to be able to achieve his objectives. He’d typically resort to a little blackmail and have that person moved somewhere with contacts severely tied.

Tim also gets very pouty and moody when he gets jealous which is relatively easy to do despite his belief surrounding you with other people is important. He would be a bit more sarcastic, brash, and even inconsiderate when you catch him in one of his moods - much to the annoyance and even concern of the others if pushed towards it. He becomes the mini-me of Bruce in that sense, brooding, silent, and illogical if it counts.

If that somehow didn’t creep you out, then he’s relatively a good lover if he pulls himself together.

Very sweet, yet has an aura of silent reliance. Super wise and comforting to the point that he is always most likely to get approached by you whenever you have any problem much to his glee.

But don’t think he’s an absolute saint in that department either, because he’s going to manipulate you into affording better choices and lessening any possible rivals he has to deal with. Unlike the others who have some emotional tick when faced with a rival, he can mostly maintain a facade of being helpful yet collected.

He underestimates how cool and heart-pounding these interactions can be too. Soft-spoken, finally making proper eye-contact and even brushing his hand against yours just to seal the deal.

He’s one to watch out for and never underestimate since he not only holds refinement but determination in making you love him in spite of all his mishaps.

After all, you didn’t think all those blouses and sweaters disappearing were mere coincidences, did you?

d. wayne

Bruce and Talia as both yandere’s and parents already have terrible nuances, but that doesn’t come close to the combination and result of that pairing in the form of Damian.

While Bruce is a silent protector, Talia is the overbearing type. She has a distinct habit of always hovering over her darling like some mother bear always waiting for her child to fuck up one way or another. She’s there to pick up those pieces and will baby you even through the small missteps.

At an early age, Talia will subtly ingrate these mindsets towards her son though it won’t be the main priority of her parenting. She still wants to train him to be the ultimate assassin but her behavior definitely lingers even when Bruce inevitably adopts him. 

That being said, when he’s young, Damian is definitely the tsundere type. Meaning he doesn’t necessarily understand when both platonic and romantic feelings arise so he’s left brushing them off and acting off aloof, similar to his dad but even worse. 

It’s definitely the Al Ghul pride and you’ll be wondering what you did wrong to provoke his temper. Expect lots of snarky remarks, harsh expressions, and downright downgrading encounters whenever you two meet up.

Whether you’re his classmate or team-mate in the Titans, you would be begging all your superiors or guardians to keep you away from him.

For a time, this strategy works and it also makes Damian realize his inner turmoil.

His brothers, who are all variations of softies in different spectrums, warn him against this behavior and make him realize his true intentions of behaving that way. Hell, maybe even Bruce or Talia confront him on his actions and it gives their son the wake-up call that he needs. 

What follows after is the period of mortification and guilt. This time will definitely be exacerbated if you further separate yourself from him; whether you move away or you avoid him (a power move since he has all the resources at his disposal to hunt you down), Damian’s going to be repenting for his sins in a whole new light.

When you’re separated, he mimics Bruce’s love language of gift-giving and opportunity. You wanted to win that scholarship? Boom, even sealed with the Wayne Enterprises signature of approval. You wanted to go on that vacation trip but you lack the funds to do so? Here’s all the vouchers and tickets you would ever need for the rest of your life.

Whether you're smart enough to realize his tactics and even half the bravery to stop them, he’s never going to stop and he’s finally going to strike the moment in which he finally meets you once more.

Depending on the timing as well as a culmination of different circumstances, he’s most likely going to be an adult (probably mid 20s - 30s) or hitting his early 20s, he really wants to make it up to you. 

He’s a thorn at your side, always wanting to persistently remedy his actions with his wealth and status. If you weren’t already annoyed by that, then will the savior complex suffice? This is where he inherits his mother’s behavior since the anger issues get replaced by the tendency to always baby you. When you eventually get together, the safehouse he takes you to is baby-proofed and no object can be turned into a weapon whether you like it or not. 

Out of all of his brothers, he’s most likely to kidnap you as well; and that is only because he never got the affection and attention he got from his darling and rightfully so. The only one I could see competing with him is definitely Tim since the latter lacks charisma and is incredibly shy. When he finally inherits the League of Assassins or remains a Gotham vigilante, he’s still going to be drowning you with anything you desire. Except freedom, of course.

Since the man is an heiress and technically a prince at best, he’s the traditional lover you would see in fantasy novels or old maritime films. He channels his inner romantic by writing you letters, reserving items for some of the most niche interests or desires you might have, and he definitely paints your face in canvases and sketchbooks under his behalf. His room, much to the chagrin of his other family members, would definitely be filled with your face and similar memorabilia you like and enjoy. He shows his affections quietly yet through a sleek and private eye. He only inherited from the best of the best, am I right?

He’s also surprisingly clingy as well. Well, all of the other Bat-brothers are but he’s almost on the same level as Dick. Blame it on the distance or blame it on him finally being with the love of his life. 

But this man is still not a saint after years of development without you in the picture. Since his jealousy and possessiveness also evolved alongside his new much more caring and nurturing demeanor. 

Back then, since you were relatively targeted by his harsh criticisms and behavior, you would most likely turn to other people for comfort and guidance.

Suffice it to say, Damian obviously didn’t like that.

In contrast to his much more loud-mouthed and obnoxious facade around you, he’d get eerily silent around his rival - always giving them the nastiest looks or death glares whenever they’re around you or even all by themselves. If they would provoke him, he’d fall for it with a snap of a finger because of his poor temperament. No matter how it would end, you’d be at your companion’s heels defending them and even comforting them - which leaves Damian oddly somber and would even leave you alone after the whole ordeal.

Since he was in denial, he could only brush off those encounters and even his rivals as mere nuisances, similarly to how he treats every inconvenience or challenge standing in his way.

But now, that predator-esque behavior still remains but a little more refined. It’s all in his more subtle body language, from the dip in his eyebrows or the occasional twitch from his eyes.

Depending on which stage he is in in his life as a full-fledged Wayne or an Al-Ghul, these transactions could go one of two ways. Since Jason is one of the only actively trigger-happy members in the family, he tends to be begrudgingly lenient yet still on the look-out for any possible fuck-ups or advances committed. And by lenient, I mean 1 shot and you’re out. That means murder, blackmail, kidnapping, or any other atrcocity the League of Assassins can commit. Even if he is Robin or a heroic mantle, Ra’s and Talia would be happy to do any clean up under his name.

Speaking of League of Assassins, they’re going to trail your ass whether you like it or not. Same goes to the Bat-family and they’re very proactive about it too. Considering Damian started with a twisted view of love in general accompanied by the fact that he was not exactly known for having the most friends back in the day, they are going to do everything just so you both could end up together.

That’s what makes Damian one of the most formidable yanderes since not only does he have a plethora of connections from heroes and villains alike, but he tends to get babied because of his traumatic experiences.

 It’s undeniable he’s a brat but he somehow gets people to still care for him at best and be there for him at his worst through a mere beck and call.

 And with enough hard-work and perseverance, he needs you to do the same. Willingly.

[hanasnx]

Hi pooks 😚

Was thinking about something earlier. You've talked about liking the idea of getting roughed up as foreplay on this blog before, the blood, the bruises, the adrenaline, the physicality, all of it.

So imagine being Dick Grayson's boyfriend, you know that he's Nightwing but you aren't a super of any kind, in fact you're not even acquainted with Bruce or any of Dick's team mates. This relationship is something he wanted to keep tucked away and safe and untainted by his superhero life. But here's the thing, you're a major adrenaline junkie and masochist, nothing gets you harder than getting roughed up and bloody. Dick indulges you to a certain extent, a Slap or two while you're fucking, a couple bruises on your hip bones and if he's feeling up to it, a half-hearted sparring session in your living room, but he's always holding back. He insists that he isn't and it was a joke at first, oh haha my scrawny ass boyfriend pinned me in a wrestling match, but after a while it got frustrating because you know in your heart of hearts this guy could break you in half and leave you within an inch of your life if he wanted to. So you press, and press, and tease, and egg on, and instigate, and call him Nightwing (even though he hates when you do it), all in the hopes that he'll crack one day and give it to you real good.

B you are not a trained fighter, sure you can hold your own if things go south with a drunk asshole at a bar, but you fight scrappy and care more to get hit than you do landing a proper punch. Dick cut his teeth fighting literal villains, scum of the earth, life or death type shit and he was a more adept athlete than the average person before he even hit puberty. No matter how much you beg him, how pretty and appealing you make it sound to not pull a punch with you for once, you're never going to get the fight out of him you want, he just won't do it. Dick wants to keep anything about Nightwing as far away from you as possible and that includes violence. Even if... Even if it gets him hard too. Even if the idea of seeing you bloody and spent on a pavement floor makes his cheeks so hot he leaves the room. He thinks about the fact that it doesn't even have to be him, it could be any fucker on the street who wouldn't mind making your pretty face swollen, and you'd still smile through your bloody nose and beg him to fuck you while he tends to your face with ice. It makes him fucking ravenous.

Anyway imagine one day you're with him and things are just starting to heat up, he put you in cuffs today, said he felt like watching you fall apart and it wasn't even a question to agree. He's got you between his legs, with your back and arms pressed up against his chest and he's teasing your semi while he nips at your neck with his teeth.

"Bite me harder, will ya?" You ask him, typical fodder, always looking for any scrap of pain he'll give you but to your surprise, he does. He almost breaks skin and he feels the way it goes straight to your cock. "Dickie—"

"Ask me about Nightwing." He says, low, breathy, full of challenge. He's never let you do that before.

"What— fuck, what is it like? Please, y'never talk 'bout it" And that's about all you can get out because he sunk his teeth into your shoulder mid sentence and he's got his hand wrapped around your cock, fogging up your brain.

He licks the teeth marks he left into your skin, laughing at your wantonness and calling you a pain slut under his breath before bringing his lips to your ear. "I should just put you in the mask, shouldn't I?" and you don't get it. He's leading up to something, but you don't know what it is yet but his hand has gotten faster. "Put you in my colours and leave you on the street for a night, give everyone who wants one, a free shot at Nightwing." It all clicks in place. He's got his left hand sliding up your throat now, never squeezing but ever-threatening. "You never know who's made bail after I put 'em away, who's escaped, who's got an angry cousin out for blood. You wouldn't stand a chance but you wouldn't even fight back, would you baby?"

All you can do is shake your head no.

"You can't. You're not built to fight back are you? You're built to take it. Can you take it?" And that one, coupled with the way he's working your cock sends you're eyes rolling back. "They'd get you all bloody, begging for your life and if you're lucky I'll come save you, only to drag your ass back home and let you beg me to fuck that broken body. You want that?"

And you're cumming all over yourself before you can even answer.

Idk where this came from and it's probably ooc but I'm gonna hit send before I second guess myself byeeeeeee 🫶🫶🫶

-xstarkillerx

truly geckoed out over this. my hyperfixation of dick grayson has, unfortunately, passed on. but this lives in my head rent free. it speaks to my severe impact play need. i need to be beaten up and jacked off about it. it was like a fanfic specifically catered to me and it deserved to be posted instead of collecting virtual dust in my inbox. ugh i fucking remember sending you discord audios of me gushing about this msg its just so fucking good

donnie this was such a delight and a gift to read i cant believe how perfect it is i wish i had the words just oh my fucking god. no wonder i suck ur dick all the time. it amazes me how youre able to word things to convey such a specific action or feeling, and the way you write natural and beautiful-flowing dialogue is truly an art form that deserves to be studied

[localplaguenurse]

Hello friend from the country of maples. I have come asking for headcanons for the pants man because it is almost 4am and he is living in my brain rent free.

I would like to blame Hamilton the musical because I googled the difference between “My dearest Angelica,” and “My dearest, Angelica” and at first i thought “huh Morax would do this to wifey” and then a little throwaway like from a ZhongChi fanfic made me realize Pantalone would ALSO do this to his beloved and as the musical goes “consumed my waking days”

Oh my god Al Haitham would do this too.

Guess I’m not sleeping

Headcanons for pants? Headcanons for pants?

I love you, also go to bed pls.

Because you didn't specify what kind of headcanons I'm just gonna throw down whatever I got off the top of my head rn that I didn't include in the health headcanons. Also just fyi I flip flop between certain headcanons mostly because there isn't enough info about him at this very moment, so it's kinda like "what flavour of pants do I crave today?"

ANYWAYS pants time

For a while I headcanoned him as like 27-28 at the absolute youngest because the limited information we have about him gave me young hotshot entrepreneur "thirty under 30" vibes.

Like I can so clearly in a modern AU see his face plastered all over magazines about this young man who worked his ass off to go from rags to riches. (I'm thinking about Bruce Wayne in the opening from Arkham City. "It's billionaire, Vicki. Millionaires are so last year.")

He is unrecognizable from his youth counterpart today. He was this scrawny child, hair matted and tangled and perpetually dirty. Always had some bruises and cuts and scrapes, crooked teeth, the works. With all the money in his pocket, he's been able to afford top of the line medical care, dental treatments, expensive luxury soaps and shampoos, and only the finest of clothing. It's astounding but also horrifying to see how different the two are.

It's not necessarily his favourite food but his comfort foods are whatever super cheap fresh hot meals he could get his hands on. He still thinks back to the very first actually expensive meal he bought with his own money every now and again.

He would never admit this, of course. They'd all laugh at him if they found out he enjoyed peasant meals.

On occasion, though, he will remake one of these really cheap meals for a midnight snack.

He's not a bad cook, it's just all the meals he knows how to make are less about flavour and more about practicality/edibility. That said, though, he knows how to make a meal made from like five ingredients not only last for quite a while, but also taste really good.

Sugar daddy material, he would love nothing more than to spoil his darling rotten, HOWEVER he is not interested in someone only dating him for his money. He wants someone who will let him pamper them, but will also be there in the event everything falls apart and he once again has nothing.

Constantly has to remind everyone that the Northland Bank is SEPERATE from the Fatui. He needs everyone to know that the success of the bank is not because of the Fatui, it's because of him. Vice versa, while the bank's success may have gotten the attention of the Fatui, him becoming a harbinger is because he worked his ass off to get that position.

There is no information on his family or if he even has one, but you know how Lucio from The Arcana has that portrait of his mother all dressed up in regal attire, despite the fact he was raised in a tribe? I think Pantalone would have a bunch of portraits of his family all over his manor(s) sort of like that.

If he ever has kids, he would be so torn between spoiling them because he certainly has the money to do that, but he also cannot stand the snobby little brats of his business partners and does not want his children acting like that.

This is just really random but for some reason All Hail the Fishmen from Lisa The Painful gives me pants vibes and I cannot explain why

And... Yeah! That's it rn, unless you wanna hear about my oc/pants' knife wife Xue, or you have specific headcanons in mind.