#dcu male reader insert

[solar-wing]

Welcome Back 🙂

If you're seeing this post, either you just scrolled and came across it, or you were a follower on my original account and saw the link I just posted.

Since yesterday, my original account has been shadowbanned and restricted to the point I can't access my DMs or my inbox with all my requests. Plus, some of my posts were getting community label flags for sexually explicit material that had been up for months, even ones that had no sexual content in there at all.

Now, I won't pretend I haven't known that this site has had a growing bias and censoring attitude toward sexually ambiguous creators. And yes, I know I am a explicit creator myself, so getting community labels for such is not surprising. But, as many know, that can very well lead to limited exposure and interaction.

On top of that, I've seen so much content on here that is sexually explicit with no community labels or flags. But, for whatever reason, my account has been getting special attention which really irks me.

So, moving forward, I'm going to continue posting content on this main account, but it will not be NSFW or explicit.

BEFORE YOU FREAK OUT!

I'm not saying I'm done writing explicit content forever, I'm just moving all of my NSFW content to a different platform where it won't be censored or flagged.

Therefore, I'm slowly going to begin editing and transferring all of my old posts from my original account to here, as well as my new Patreon page! While, this was faster than I planned, I was always planning to move to Patreon because I love writing, and even more, being able to write freely. This situation just expedited that move.

IMPORTANT! Any post I had or in the future that is sexually explicit or NSFW, will now only be able available on my Patreon page. All SFW and platonic material will remain on here as well as Patreon.

MY DC CONTENT WILL NOT BE BEHIND A SUBSCRIPTION WALL!

I REPEAT, YOU WILL NOT HAVE TO PAY TO VIEW/READ MY DC CONTENT!

That will remain public and free to view (especially since I dream/plan of working with DC & Warner Bros in the future and would rather avoid a lawsuit hehe).

So, welcome now to my new (but basically still the same) page, and I'll hopefully see you all over at my Patreon as well. You can find more updates about any of my original works over there as well!

☀️ Solar-Wing's Patreon ☀️

[sunnyhascome]

Jason: *unbuttoning shirt* God, it's so hot in here

Y/n: I know that but why are you unbuttoning MY shirt?

[melloollem]

Old Love Young|| Jason Todd x No reader gender

Summary: Jason's jealousy over his best friend rekindles old feelings.

Warnings: Jealousy, mention of injuries, No gender specified,English is not my native language.

(DC masterlist)

Jason knew he shouldn't get carried away by teenage exploits, he learned that after his disappointment as Robin, but he couldn't push them away when it came to you.

You were always Jason's sweetest teenage dream, the most idealized and perfect young love. He even remembers the two of you sharing a quick kiss in your teens, but everything had dissipated by the time he died.

Your teenage love never had time, it died prematurely with Jason in that warehouse. When the boy, now with a lock of white in his hair, came back, he was too blinded by hatred to have time for that feeling and, despite having you by his side, you were only his friend, the closest one, and your unlived love had been put aside by both of you.

On another of Gotham's cold nights, the Red Hood walked the rooftops looking for a crime, there was nothing reported in his communication, but he always preferred to check with his own eyes and there was always something and tonight would be no different.

He just didn't find what he expected, instead of Gotham's characteristic night crimes, Jason saw you coming out of a coffee shop. The vigilante knew about your mania for believing in your instincts to save you from nighttime dangers or even the luck of having one of the vigilantes to save you, which he thought was idiotic.

He was about to text you "Go home, now", but before he could even pick up his cell phone, he saw a figure approaching from behind you, he immediately raised one of his guns, that would be a clear shot, what prevented you from firing was the quick way you turned back with one of your characteristic smiles.

You had taken the coffee the boy offered you while holding another. You were now walking side by side, laughing and chatting openly. Red Hood tilted his head to the side, who was that?

He remembers knowing all his friends beforehand, it was common for you to spend evenings looking up the names of acquaintances on one of his surveillance computers, it was a good pastime in his words. But Jason was sure he didn't know that one, was he your friend? Well, with how happy he seemed to see you, that didn't seem the right word to use, but any other word sounded bitter in Jason's mind.

He wondered if he should walk away, it didn't seem right to be spying on you on top of a building in Gotham, even though that wasn't his initial intention, but it seemed so wrong to leave you there, to leave you with a guy who didn't know who he was, who didn't know what he wanted with you, to leave you with a guy who was looking at you in a way that Jason could do, something about it seemed very wrong to him, it all seemed very wrong.

Jason didn't notice any reciprocity on your part, but that didn't change the intention of the boy next to you, very interested, very smiling, very close. He should get you the fuck out of here, that's exactly what he should do, and before his body could even act on impulse to throw him towards the two of you, the vigilante's communicator rang, which almost enraged him.

He sighed, he had to go, a small crime a few blocks away, he was the closest vigilante, but at no time could he get you out of his mind, he didn't know exactly why, but it bothered him, like nothing before, he was sure he had gotten over his feelings for you, but that thing in his chest was unmistakable, he was jealous, not in a platonic way, of course not. He didn't want that guy to touch you, he didn't want that guy to kiss you or love you, because he would never love you the way Jason would, and just the possibility of him having the chance to do that put Jason's thoughts into a fog.

You were now sewing Jason up in the bathroom of your apartment, he was inside your bathtub, while you were sloppily sewing up his arm "Are you trying to torture me?" Hissed the man in response to your carelessness with his recent injury, you didn't reply to his comment, not considering him worthy of your attention.

When you'd finished what you were doing, you began to bandage the man's wound. You didn't have much idea what you were doing, despite your years with Jason and your not-so-rare nights as a doctor, you'd never really got the hang of it, you only did it because Jason never had anyone to heal him and you refused to let him sew himself up.

"Hey, what are you trying to do?" Jason said with a slightly irritated, pain-induced tone. "You're complaining too much to someone who showed up at my apartment bleeding," a little anger leaked out of your words, but Jason knew it was only the beginning.

You finished the bandage and let go of his arm, getting up and leaning against the bathroom doorframe, and stood there staring at Jason "You should just tell me if you intend to shower with me." You sighed at his idiotic comment. "Can you explain to me how this shit happened and how you ended up in my house?" Your face contorted in anger and you crossed your hands in front of you, you were really angry.

"I already explained it to you." said Jason before getting up from the bath and putting a towel wrapped around his waist, an act that made you turn your back, giving him a minimum of privacy. "Yeah, Jason, you told me it was a simple robbery and how does that end up with you being stabbed?" You said, still unyielding in your temper, and that was Jason's turn to sigh. He knew you were right, a simple robbery in an alley with a guy definitely inferior to him shouldn't end up with him being stabbed, it never did.

"I was distracted thinking about other things." Now he wondered why he hadn't told you a great story, one full of highly trained men and swords instead of a penknife, that would have spared him this conversation. He walked past you, into your room, and opened one of the drawers in your dresser, one of the ones where you made him keep his clothes for occasions like this.

"What's so important that you'd risk your life, what the fuck, Jay?" you were revolting at his simplistic response. "It was a stab in the arm, don't be so exaggerated." He said as he pulled out a set of clothes from the dresser. You let out a strangled sigh in disbelief. Jason heard your footsteps approaching and turning towards you, you stopped in front of him. Jason was always amazed at how beautiful the yellowish light in your apartment made you look.

"Be honest." Your tone was harsh, leaving no space for another of the vigilante's taunts, which Jason felt as a challenge, which quickly brought on the feeling Jason was trying to ward off, jealousy. He clenched his jaw, he really tried to control it, but it felt wild, way beyond Jason's control and he wanted explanations.

"Who was that?" His tone was different from everything he had said that night, a firm voice, like he was interrogating you, he didn't feel the need to hide it any longer and even if he tried he wouldn't be able to, it seemed stronger than him. "Who?" Your face gave way to a confused expression, a distant one from the one before, which only made Jason squint a little and run his tongue over his teeth, an arrogant posture, as if he was suspicious of your words.

"What were you doing tonight?" You still didn't know who he was talking about "The guy in the coffee shop.". And now you were angry again "Were you fucking spying on me?" The man rolled his eyes at your doubt "Don't be ridiculous." Leaving where he was trapped between you and the dresser.

"Now, am I ridiculous for thinking that you knowing exactly where I was minutes ago is espionage?" You almost shouted, still facing the dresser, as Jason brazenly got dressed behind you. "It's not spying, I was doing my job and you were there. Turn around." You followed his command, returning to the proximity of your bodies, you were really trying to make it look like a draw. "Okay, Jason, you weren't spying on me, now how the fuck does that relate to you getting stabbed?"

"Are you still in love with me?" His tone was serious, he didn't seem angry, but there was something there that wasn't gentle, his eyes analyzed you differently. Jason didn't lose his touch as you looked away quickly, before returning in a more lost way. You looked almost distressed. "What does that mean?" Your voice left no doubt, almost stuck in your throat, as if it didn't want to come out, as if it had been there for a long time.

"Before I died, you said you were in love with me..." Benevolent territory for disaster, Jason felt his feelings piercing him, the love he felt for you, the anger at his own death, the jealousy of some stupid guy who kept you company tonight. Everything was mixing inside him, fermenting a probable collapse. "Do you still do it?" Even so close to your face he still seemed to be hunting your gaze, looking for something, that feeling he felt for you and hoped would be reciprocated with the same intensity, he wanted you to feel something boiling inside you too and for the same reason as him, love, not in a platonic way, but the rawest, most numbing romantic love and he hoped that feeling would be for him.

You didn't have a good answer for that, the only thing you knew was that Jason had been the first boy you'd ever liked and as you looked into his eyes you thought you'd be the only one for the rest of your life or maybe it was just the longing of youth talking, maybe it was the fact that you never had the chance to love him like you wanted to every night, maybe it's the fact that you never knew where that feeling would take you both, or maybe it's the fact that you've never stopped thinking about him for a single day since his death, along with the fact that Jason made you fall in love a second time with the new person he was, a slight remnant of the old boy, but one you loved even more, in a way that no teenage love resembles. You knew the answer, but you didn't have time to give it to Jason.

Your lips had been captured by Jason's, an eager kiss, steeped in desperation. He feared your answer, he feared that your answer would be "no" and he would never have the chance to do that, to lose you without ever having the chance to kiss you as he had always wanted to, and he also feared your "yes", that you too would feel something piercing you for so long, that you would want him entirely, that you would love him.

Unaware of all Jason's fears, you just let that moment consume you, giving yourself completely to the kiss, giving yourself completely to Jason, entwining your fingers in the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, giving him more room to explore your mouth, hoping that with the act he would find the answer he was looking for.

At some point you pulled away, but you still had Jason's arms around your waist, he had put him there at some point during your kiss. Your breathing was a little ragged and his wasn't much different "I don't want to be presumptuous, so how does this have to do with the start of our conversation?"

Jason let out a slight laugh at her question "We've just kissed and you're still talking about it?" His voice was humorous, the tightness around his waist lessening a little. "Well, I can't relate one event to the other," you said as if it were obvious.

"Is he, the boy from the coffee shop, something of yours?" He said, ignoring your doubt, hoping you'd got that kiss right. "Just a work colleague and...?" You still wanted to know how this related to all the events of the evening. "Then we don't need to talk about it anymore." And before you had a chance to oppose his decision, he gave you another kiss. Jason was never going to confess that he had been stabbed because he was jealous of you with someone else, never, he would rather go through a long night of questioning you, which he would silence with kisses, he knew that soon you would connect everything and have your answer.

You were no longer Jason's teenage love, the two of you were too old and disbelieving for something so innocent, what you felt for each other was something hotter, more dangerous, something that Jason was sure could lead to his death at any moment, but he was still in love with you in the same numb and clumsy way as before, just as he did when he was Robin and would now do as the Red Hood.

[mordredisacoolname]

HEADCANONS: SU!SIDE SQUARE/BIRDS OF PREY CHARACTERS

Are they top or bottom/sub or dom

MALE READER

CHARACTERS: HARLEY QUINN, DEADSHOT (FLOYD LAWTON), RICK FLAG, CAPTAIN BOOMERANG (GEORGE "DIGGER" HARKNESS), EL DIABLO (CHATO SANTANA), POLKA DOT MAN (ABNER KRILL), THE HUNTRESS (HELENA BERTINELLI), BLACK CANARY (DINAH LANCE), VICTOR ZSASZ

Warnings: N/SFW, amab reader implied, ADULT CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harley Quinn

-I can see her being both a dom and a sub

-really depends on her mood at that moment

-she can be all submissive and a pillow princess one moment, and the next thing you know she's on top of you pinning your hands down

Deadshot/floyd Lawton

-he's a top one hundred percent

-I like to think he tried bottoming for a man one time (whether it was you or not) and didn't like it

-now for the other question, is he a dom or a sub?

-he can be both, but either way he'll be in charge

-you're on top of him controlling the pace? Nah ah, he's secretly the one in charge

-you don't know how it's possible but it's all going according to what he wants

Rick flag

-I see him being a switch

-depend on his mood

-when he's angry he wants to fuck you to defuse the tantion, but when he's in a good mood he likes getting fucked by you

-but he's totally a sub

-he likes letting go of control and trusting his partner to do what's right

Captain boomerang/George "digger" harkness

-he'll never admit this to anyone besides you but he really likes being fucked

-he's a sub, no questions

-at the beginning he only tops, too embarrassed to ask you to top

-however when you do, his world flips upside down

-he won't admit he likes it right away, saying it was "ok", but he just keeps thinking about it and eventually submits to his desires

-oh how he loves being so roughed up he cant feel his legs for the next two days

El Diablo/chato Santana

-he's definitely a sub top

-he likes when you ride him

-gripping his shoulders and setting the pace however you like

-he also really enjoys being teased and tied up

Polka dot man/Abner krill

-I feel like he enjoys fucking someone rather than being fucked, even tho he doesn't really mind either way

-he's very shy at the beginning, so you think he's a sub

-and even tho he really likes being told what to do, he also enjoys being in charge very much

-but when he doms he's a soft dom, doesn't like hurting you

The huntress/Helena bertinelli

-I see her as a switch

-enjoys both subbing and domming, but prefers subbing

-likes letting go of control and just feeling good without doing much

Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-oh she's definitely a Dom

-will literally destroy you

-she has so much energy, when you have sex get ready for at least two rounds

-she's also a teaser, likes seeing you desperate and begging for her

Victor zsasz

-he likes displaying himself as a big tough guy, how dare you suggest him being on the bottom

-but he is

-he can be a sub and a dom just fuck him hard

-will literally let you do anything to him, scratch him, choke him, slap him, he's all yours

-but if you say something about it to others you better run

-also he's totally a brat

[multiversemusings]

A Meeting of Fate

Originally prompted by @bakerstreethound Pairing: Doctor Fate/Kent Nelson x MReader Rating: PG Warnings: Minor cursing Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,500 Plot: You rush halfway across the city to get from your dingy apartment in the heart of New York City to hopefully reach your class on time. But the universe has it in for you today because you get dizzy due to having no breakfast and slam into someone on the way there. Or does it? The man follows you into the nearby cafe and returns you textbook, but there's something very familiar about him. Song Inspiration: Movement by Hozier

A/N: I wasn't planning to do one of this character so soon, but I saw the prompts that my friend gave me and hot damn, my brain put them all together was like "HELL YES. DOCTOR FATE. HERE WE GO". So, we do lol.

All writings belong to @multiversemusings. Do not steal, repost as your own or take credit for my work. If you have a request, please put it in my inbox!

"I could never define all that you are to me."

You were running way behind. More so even than usual. The phone call that you had received from your sister in Africa the previous night had taken up almost all of your night and not only had you failed to finish studying for your semi-finals, but you had also barely gotten any sleep. It wasn't very often you heard from her since she had become a member of the Peace Corp over a year ago now, so any chance you got to talk to her, you took without hesitation. You got to hear about how she was helping a group of children to read English, how the women of the village nearby were teaching her to weave baskets and that she was apparently developing a bit of a crush on one of the local translators. He was apparently quite a charmer and often brought her small gifts from the city to keep her comfortable. You wished you had been that lucky to find a man who took your breath away as easily as Ronald did for her, you informed, which had made her laugh. It was a wonderful sound to hear after being apart for so long. Unfortunately, university didn't stop just because you stayed up all night talking to basically the person who had been your true best friend since childhood. At half passed the hour you realized finally that the sun was shining down on your face through the cracks in your blinds. As you grabbed your cellphone from the bedside table, you realized you had slept through your primary alarm and your back up on top of that.

"Shit!" you cursed as you tossed your phone aside and all but leapt from your bed.

Your usual morning routine that would have normally lasted you a little over an hour went by in a blur of twenty minutes which meant cutting corners on thing. You took a very quick shower, just enough to clean your body and wash your hair, ignoring the burning of the scar that you had recently sustained on your arm from a car wreck. You opted to let your short hair dry by air rather than take a blow-dryer to it or style it, put on a nice pair of jeans, a white tank top and a button down over it which you left open. You put on your Cons that you had gotten from your mother as a reward for making it into Uni before you actually shipped off halfway across the country to New York from that hole in the wall you called a hometown in Washington. You packed all of your textbooks into your bag along with your supplies and grabbed your keys and wallet from the tablet inside the door before leaving out the door. You didn't drive due to the accident you had been in, so your usual commute involved one ride on the subway, two buses and walking a block and a half to the school. You couldn't bring yourself to get behind the wheel of a vehicle again after nearly losing your life to a drunk driver and being in a coma for over a year. So everywhere you went, you took some other mode of transportation to save yourself from having to pop four or five anxiety pills just to make it through the rest of the day. But as you got off the second bus that you rode to get across the city, you were overcome with a strong wave of dizziness and had to grab onto the nearby sign to keep from collapsing. As you closed your eyes and held your forehead to stead yourself, you felt stupid for forgetting to grab at least a couple of pieces of toast before you left the apartment.

"Great job, that's the third time this month alone you've forgotten your personal health for this damn school," you scolded yourself. You groaned as the scar on your arm burned again. Once the wave passed, you corrected your bag and opened your eyes, heading off down the road. "I'm going to have to make time to get something to eat. Collapsing on the way to class would be defeating the purpose of rushing out the door."

Thankfully, you knew this area well enough by now that you were aware of a cafe not even a block from where you were that wasn't usually busy at this house, so you decided to stop in and get something to keep you from passing out. But as you rounded the second corner, your body felt like a camera shutter and you grunted as you all but collapsed forward. Your shoulder slammed into someone and jolted you back into your body as you dropped your bag, your books scattered across the ground.

"Oh my, are you alright young man?" the stranger asked with a voice rich like an expensive fabric. He steadied you and helped you kneel down as you held your head.

"Yeah, I'm alright," you replied as you lowered your hand to look at him. He was an older gentleman, with beautiful snowy white hair and a matching goatee. His eyes were the most stunning blue that you had ever seen, like a thousand untold stories the ocean had to offer. "I'm... so sorry. I'm such a klutz."

"Nonsense, you are clearly very weak from low blood sugar judging by the way you are shaking and sweating. I am fine so do not apologize. Here, let me help you gather your things."

"Thank you." Between the two of you, all of your things were gathered and put neatly back into your bag within a moment before you put it back over your shoulder and the two of you stood up.

"Will you be okay, young man? Is there a place nearby where you can get some kind of nourishment to bring your glucose back up to normal?" he asked, the worry in his voice made a pleasant tingle run down your back as he frowned.

"Yeah, South of the Broiler Cafe is just down the way, so I'm heading there. I'm still sorry for bumping into you, sir. Thank you for helping me pick up my stuff once again. Have a good day."

You nodded your head in respect before turning and finishing your short trek to the cafe, stepping in out of the damp, cold morning. The smell of coffee and morning foods filled your sense of smell and invigorated your mind just a bit to wake you up a little more. It also succeeded in reminding you that you were hungry and that's why you were here. As you stepped into line, your mind began thinking about the handsome stranger you had just run into. He was dressed in a very nice suit and wore three very expensive looking rings on his fingers, yet he had stopped and knelt to help you pick up your things. You couldn't fathom how someone like that hadn't yelled at you for running into them, let alone how they could kneel down on the damp New York sidewalk to help you pick up your books. Your mind kept going back to his eyes, their beautiful blue color, the way that they seemed to be looking right through you- A hand tapped your shoulder gently, so you turned to look over your shoulder and - as if your thoughts had summoned him to you - found the man whom you were just thinking of standing before you. He gave you a kind smile and you couldn't deny that your face grew about three degrees warmer than the air around you, and it had absolutely nothing to do with exhaustion.

"I believe you forgot one," the man informed you with a slight chuckle. When you looked at his hand, he was holding out your textbook Chemistry in Quantitative Language.

"Oh god, I didn't even see this one," you replied as you took it from him carefully. Your eyes met his blue ones, and again, he gave you that same look that made you feel like he was looking right through you. "Uhm… Can I buy you a coffee, sir? To make up for bumping into you in my airheaded rush and for returning my textbook."

"I think I would quite like that, indeed, Anpu," he replied, and you looked taken aback by the use of your nickname that very few knew. "Apologies, I did not mean to startle you."

"Who…are you?" You knew there was something important about this man because the scar on your arm hadn't been burning since you made contact with him on the sidewalk.

The man extended his hand to you, his smile never wavering even as it took you a moment to accept it.

"My name is Kent Nelson, and I have been watching you for a very long time, my friend." He brought your hand to his lips; his well-kept goatee brushed the sensitive skin of your knuckles and goosebumps erupted all across your skin as you lost your breath. He stood up right again and his eyes sparkled with a light only worthy of a romance novel. "And it is fate we have met here today."

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

Both of these weren't planned, but the ideas are nagging me and both will be written. But I'm curious to know which one I should write first.

[vermillioncrown]

Hi! I was wondering if you had any SI recs for DC? I'm struggling to find anything good and I am very much enjoying Pros and Cons so I thought I'd ask :) no problem if you don't know of any!

besides checking out @rozaceous a sunset every hour (we did a collab, xover with each other's DC SIs), nothing here. i'm fresh to the dcu scene

thanks for enjoying, and might i suggest being creative with the tag filtering on ao3? the tag wrangling is robust enough that going into the overall 'DCU' tag and searching for 'self-insert' or 'original female/male character(s)' will be most thorough

also, keep in mind that not everyone tags self-insert, not every original character is a self-insert, but there are more similarities with OC-inserts and self-inserts than a reader-insert, and yeah

hope you find more to your tastes, happy hunting

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

What is the reason (there never was one needed)

by TinyRaptorz

Got tired of the lack of Jason Todd x male reader content, so when this idea came to me I needed to write it and post it. Basically, reader is a dude who creates bad luck and inflicts on people. One day he cursed Jason and he immediately regrets it for probably obvious reasons. Now he fucks with the Gotham Rogues and ruins all their plans. What does he do when he learns that Jason is back? Find out.

Words: 844, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jason Todd, Reader, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Rogues Gallery (Batman)

Relationships: Jason Todd/Reader

Additional Tags: I'm Bad At Tagging, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Guilt, The Rogues Gallery (Batman), Reader-Insert, Bad Luck, male reader - Freeform, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Nightmares, I can't not write hurt/comfort, it may be a problem

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39850317

[batarangluv]

RULES

01. I will not create Rape/Non-Con, "Age play", Beastailty, etc. Rape is controversial, I WILL create fanfiction for recovering, I will NEVER create fanfiction of such actions in a glorified manner. Glorification = making it sexy, trying to state that the victim enjoyed it (not in the psychological sense of a victim attempting to come to terms and assume they enjoyed it), etc. There is a difference! Topics such as abuse, self-harm, etc, I am more willing to dive into so long as it is once again for recovery.

02. I will not create self inserts, all writings I make will never disclose the following; hair texture, skin color, etc. Unless it's explicitly requested. If you want me to create a self insert story, you'll have to commission me.

03. I will NOT make female readers, I will make gender neutral, male, nonbinary, and any trans umbrella. I can make sex specific, I.E. Trans male pre transiting, trans female pre transition, post, etc.

04. Do not rush me, I'm in my final week of finals and I have a lot of writing commissions at the moment(1 with a huge project), I work and do horse comps regularly.

05. I'm free to DM at any time. Open to suggestions on what to write for and I'm going to write for DCU, Marvel, and Starwars on this account. Perhaps I'll separate into different blogs to organize.

06. If youd like to translate any of my works into another language, DM me first. 100% I'll say yes but I'd like to be notified of the post and where it is, if you're afraid to DM me you're free to comment saying you did or tag me in the work! I totally support all translations.

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Totally Super! (Totally Spies x Maler Reader x Video Games!)

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55449802 by VideoGameGuru Y/N L/N is your average YouTube Streamer, An Ace Gaming Guru Geek, A Video Game Musician and a young highschool student. He lives in Beverly Hills, California, known for its hot sand beaches, busy bustling city streets and its groovy Groove & Beverly Hills Mall. There’s a little known fact that there are four girls who’re in reality, the three spies of the World Organization of Human Protection or W.O.O.H.P. And a lesser known fact, he has a job in the Groove at a local half cafe-half arcade called Arcade Mania who lets people play many types of games from arcade games to handheld console and home console games and to serve breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert or drink beverages. Due to the inflation back from his old home, Miami, he tried to make every play safely and pay to play games but his apartment was too expensive to pay the rent. As a highschooler, he was facing the life of a hopeless romantic. But… what would happen when he meets 4 girls who work for W.O.O.H.P. and warps into a new adventure? Disclaimer: Important! Just for a disclaimer, I do not own all of this. All of the characters, images, and everything else belong to the rightful owners. All rights reserved. Words: 1072, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games), Pac-Man (Video Games), Totally Spies, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Xenoblade Chronicles 2 (Video Game), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Crash Bandicoot (Video Games), Spyro the Dragon (Video Games 1998-2005), Donkey Kong Country, Donkey Kong (Video Games), Fire Emblem Series, Kirby (Video Games), Scooby Doo - All Media Types, Mario Kart (Video Games), Rockman | Mega Man - All Media Types, 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games), Banjo-Kazooie (Video Games), WarioWare (Video Games), Wario Land (Video Games), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 1987), Marvel, DCU, Splatoon, One Piece (Anime & Manga), Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, Akame ga Kill! (Anime & Manga), Metroid Series, Dragon Quest Series, 悪魔城ドラキュラ | Castlevania (Video Games), Paper Mario Series (Video Games), Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), Devil May Cry (Gameverse), Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), Cuphead (Video Game), Undertale (Video Game), Yooka-Laylee (Video Game), Rayman (Video Games), Raving Rabbids Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Clover (Totally Spies), Alex (Totally Spies), Sam (Totally Spies), Princess Peach (Nintendo), Princess Daisy (Nintendo), Princess Rosalina (Nintendo), Britney (Totally Spies), Stella (Totally Spies), Gabriella (Totally Spies), Carmen (Totally Spies), Princess Elise (Sonic the Hedgehog), Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Relationships: Reader/Harem Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Harems, Male Protagonist, Reader-Insert, Adventure & Romance, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Romantic Comedy, Comedy, Multiple Crossovers, Hurt/Comfort, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Inspiration, Inspired by Fanfiction, Inspired by Fanart, Fantasizing read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55449802

[solar-wing]

⚣ Holidays with the Waynes 🦃

⚣🦃 A/N → This idea came randomly, conveniently after Thanksgiving. To everyone that celebrates, Happy Turkey Day (he said about two weeks late) and Indigenous People's Remembrance Day. Also, everyone congratulate me. I finally made a fic under 1000 words. I almost made it longer to but stopped myself. This is why it takes so long to get posts out of me. Just when I think I'm done, I add more. WARNINGS: none. just typical Wayne chaoticness

⚣🦃 Summary → His life is like a reality show and every day is a new episode, with the holidays being their own specials. So, when a classmate asks him how his Thanksgiving was, how does the youngest Wayne son even come up with a response?

⚣🦃 Words → 622

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🦃

“So, Y/N, how was your Thanksgiving?”

What a loaded question.

*cue the flashback ripples*

“Damian, why is the turkey in my bedroom?” The youngest Wayne asked after entering the kitchen and finding his half-brother sitting at the island.

“Master Y/N, if you’re going to be eating in your room, I do ask you put a cover over your sheets to avoid crumbs and stains, please,” Alfred said while seasoning one of the various dishes for their dinner.

“Oh, Alfred, it’s not like that. It’s–” Y/N tried to explain before stopping himself after Damian sent him a glare, warning him not to utter another word or else, “It’s just that I sometimes get after-dinner cravings and don’t feel like making the trip to the kitchen. Won’t happen again, though.”

Alfred gave him a suspicious look after glancing at Damian who was avoiding his gaze, before nodding his head and continuing his food preparations. The two brothers both looked at each other before the youngest nodded his head towards the door, making his way out of the kitchen while trying not to act even more suspicious knowing the butler was watching his every move.

Damian quickly moved in tow behind his brother, following him to one of the sitting rooms. A cautious measure to ensure they were out of earshot.

“Next time, scan the room before you start blabbing off as you usually do,” Damian said, his usual annoyed and slightly threatening squint in his eyebrows.

“I do not blab, thank you very much,” Y/N said, his hands on his hips and breath huffing out, showing his clear offense to his brother’s statement.

“History would beg to differ.”

Y/N scoffed with an eye roll, “Whatever. Why is the school’s Thanksgiving turkey mascot currently nesting in my room?”

“I overheard one of the faculty members talking about how good the animal was going to taste on their plates come Thanksgiving dinner, and I refused to let an innocent animal be subjected to such brutality.”

“Okay, but you can’t just kidnap the turkey, Damian! Let alone hide it in my room!”

“First, his name is Tiny. Please, give him the respect of using his name. Second, he’s happier and more relaxed in your room. I think he enjoys your color scheme.��� Damian said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I–... Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were a Kardashian.”

“Less authentic and more plastic. Also, you know how Father feels about that family, especially the mother. And, how would you feel if someone tried to chop off your head and limbs so you could be put on a platter that serves 6-10?” The Boy Wonder questioned, mirroring his brother’s body language with his hands on his hips.

“Damian, you literally chased me around the house with your sword last Tuesday.”

“I thought we were playing tag.”

“Who plays tag with a sword?!”

“People who don’t want to get tagged.”

“I–... No words. None whatsoever.”

“Does this mean you’ll let Tiny room with you tonight?”

“Fine.”

For the rest of that Thanksgiving break, Y/N spent it with a roommate who would wake him up at the ass crack of dawn with a series of short, noisy clucks. The youngest Wayne had to explain to his father that he was listening to a new LO-FI relaxing tracks of bird sounds to help him relax.

He received many strange looks from his various family members.

“Oh, just the usual stuff. Holidays with my family are pretty lame. Anyway, what about your family?” Y/N answered, lying straight through his two front teeth.

Holidays with his family were never lame, but also never normal.

BONUS:

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️| Masterlists | ☀️

[sunnyhascome]

Y/n: Wanna hear a joke?

Jason: Not really.

Y/n: Pleeeeeeease?

Jason: Fine. Go ahead.

Y/n: Knock Knock!

Jason: Come in.

Y/n:

Y/n: I hate you.

[honeycombstrawberry]

HI HI ive been on a binge spree of all your adrian headcannons and fics and I LOVE and i mean LOVE how like all of them are gender neutral ,, i was wondering if you could do a headcanon or fic of adrian with a boyfriend (male reader) ? ,, possibly including how the 11 street kids would react if you wanted ,, i cant find any m!reader fics with him and your characterization of him is SO well done i would love to see your interpretation of him x m!reader ,, thats it , im on my hands and knees cause youre writing is go good man

yes yes yes!! i have a couple requests for adrian with specifically male readers so i'm gonna hit you with a headcanon thread on this one because yes

also i made an entire thread and tumblr fucking ate the shitting thing. so this is my second time trying to write it and i'm pissed off. but it's worth it because this is cute as fuck

okay so adrian chase with a boyfriend headcanon thread!! go!!

adrian grows up in a place that's a little bit backwards so he's not entirely sure how to act at first. he doesn't know what to do. he's had crushes on guys before and he's asked guys out before but he's never really had a good experience with it before. like the last guy he asked out was chris and things did not go fucking well by the end of that at all. they're definitely better off as friends at this point, he thinks, but he's nervous that maybe he's just fucked up and he can't do this

but when he meets you he really wants to figure this out. like he's so into you but he doesn't know what to do. he tries to flirt and he's awkward but he wants so badly to be with you that he just tries to figure it out

it's a lot of trial and error at first. he just wants to learn what he can and cannot do, what he is and is not allowed to feel. he learns from you that he can feel and do whatever he wants, with you; that he's encouraged to do that, and he has no idea if that's okay, but every time you touch each other and hold hands and kiss he warms and loosens a little more and figures it out

he is absolutely obsessed with you also like let's get that out of the way right here and now. completely and utterly obsessed with you. he loves holding your hand. he loves kissing you. he loves going out places with you. he loves going to movies with you. he loves stroking your hair. he loves rubbing your back. he loves tackling you to the ground. he loves fucking you. he loves getting fucked by you. he loves watching tv with you. he loves making dinner with you. he loves showering with you. like he loves everything about you and everything about life with you

also vigilante becomes a lot more active in killing homophobes around this point. like before he was already slaughtering them but now he says he's embracing his pride by making it his personal hobby to kill everyone who makes so much as a nasty facebook comment in the tri-county area

when the 11th street kids eventually figure out that something's going on with him, they ask if he's dating somebody-- if he's got some special someone-- and he realizes they're not actually asking if he has a girlfriend, and realizes, maybe they won't be freaked out like he was worried they might be?

so when he eventually cautiously ventures to introduce you to them and they have no strong reaction beyond "holy shit, adrian's actually dating somebody real?" he's absolutely over the moon. like he's losing his mind he's so excited

he's so hyped he can't keep his hands off you from there on out. he's always touching you and kissing you and dragging you towards him. he's just frankly obsessed with you and wants so badly to be with you all the time

these are just a few ideas and what i could remember from the first time i made this thread!!!! i hope you like it!!!!! i'm gonna destroy tumblr for being so shoddy to us!!!!!!!

-

adrian chase taglist:

@violetrainbow412-blog @bigassbisaster @amysuemc @sunflowerfive @papitas-con-sal @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @violinchick @r3tr0sp3ct @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @x-milf-hunter-x @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @jaysfav @themartiansdaughter @dallasvakarian @missscarlettangel @pieriinova @samantha24015 @hillaryroadheadcllinton @ohmybubbletea @buckys-estrella @witchywcmans @ladyrebel25

[mordredisacoolname]

MASTERLIST & RULES

REQUESTS OPEN

-not writing for characters under 16 (unless platonic)

-no sexual content for characters under 18

-no p3dophilia, incest, non con/dub con and other similar stuff!!

-only writing headcanons/preferences (no one shots and such)

-not writing for fem readers (only male/gn/nb)

-if you requested specify gender and AGAB (male or female bodied) if it's important (like n/sfw content)

MASTERLIST

One piece

Daredevil

Grishaverse/shadow And Bone

DC

Bridgerton

Fear street

stranger things

Saw

The walking dead

Alice in borderland

House of the dragon

The boys

heartbreak high

Interview with the vampire (series)

Yellowjackets

House md

Ghosts (uk)

Being human (both uk and us)

The fall of the house of usher

[mlm-writer]

Dealing with Demons (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Constantine (DC LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Reader  Rating: PG13 Words: 954 Summary: You’re having a depressive episode on your favourite holiday of the year, Halloween. Your boyfriend decided that just won’t do.  Note: Had a depressive episode. Wanted to write for Halloween. Osteoporosis. Tags: no beta we die like men, mental breakdown (like I have them. everyone is different and this is 100% self-indulgent ok), hurt/comfort, fluff, implied self-hatred, cuddling, spooning and John and reader both are on the “I don’t deserve you” bullshit 

The door unlocked, sending you in a panicked frenzy. You were not the superstitious type, but such things happening on Halloween night was unnerving. It didn’t help that you had your fair share of run-ins with demons, given your boyfriend was none other than… “It’s me, love, now come out of hiding.” Speaking of the devil…

You cleared your throat and wiped the tears off your face. “I told you I’m not feeling well, John. You better go before you catch something too.” You heard him come up the stairs and frantically wiped your face with the shirt you had thrown on the ground, before picking up the blanket off the floor. You turned around when the door opened, trying to look nonchalant. 

John took a look around and you could see that he knew what was going on. It was quite clear with the bed mostly empty, the mirror covered and the floor littered with empty candy bar wrappers and clothes. “I don’t think I will catch what you have, love.” He closed the door behind him and took his coat off. You were relieved to see he at least learned to take his shoes off by the door now. John sat down on the bed, loosening his tie even further. He held an arm out for you. You shook your head and hugged your body. Suddenly being in your underwear was cold. You took a small, fluffy blanket off the floor and covered your body with it. 

“John, I’m thankful that you’re here, but you don’t have to deal with this. Just… go to that party. I can come next year.” He sighed and stood up. He picked up your pillows and threw them back on the bed, taking the blanket next and tossing it as a heap on the bed as well. 

“Look, I’ve known you for years and you love Halloween more than an emo teenager. So…” He strutted around your room, finding the bowl with candy, which was half empty by now. He took it off your drawer and held it as he walked back to the bed. “Let’s at least watch a movie and laugh at how inaccurate the exorcism is.” 

You were not in the mood for this, but you knew you couldn’t get rid of John either. He was like a chewing gum under your shoe when he chose to be. “I don’t want to watch a movie,” you muttered, not looking at him, “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know.” Your voice cracked and John put the candy away. He walked closer to you, cupping your face with his hands. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath. His beautiful brown eyes stared into your teary ones. 

“No matter what you think right now, I love you.” He wiped the tear that escaped your eyes away with his thumb. “I’m a cursed man, love, and I have done nothing to deserve an angel like you. It kills me to see that you don’t realise how heaven-sent you are.” You tried to pull away from him, but he put a hand on your arm and kept you close. “I fight demons for a living, love, so let me have a go at those in your head, a’right?”

You cried as you nodded your head and John pulled you in closer, letting you wet his white shirt with your tears. He pulled you into the bed, struggling with the blanket for a while, before you were underneath it and resting with your head on his chest. He stroked your hair. You couldn’t see his face, but you didn’t want to right now. “Thinking I don’t deserve my partner is my thing, Johnny boy,” you muttered with a little humour in your voice, “the only thing you don’t deserve is having to go through… this…”

“This?”

“When I’m like this.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Well, exorcisms are getting too easy, so I might as well step up my game and give your demons a crack, ey?” You smiled and adjusted your head. You were quiet for a while, John caressing your skin and occasionally kissing your head. You held his hand, rubbing the top of it with your thumb. 

“Can I spoon you?” John was quiet for a moment. He shifted and looked at you with a look that questioned the seriousness of your request. “For real, I wanna big spoon you.” He looked at you for a moment longer, before shrugging and getting in position. You shifted until you had an arm draped over your boyfriend and held him close. You kissed the back on his neck, before snuggling into him. 

“I feel like this should be the other way around.”

“No, I like it like this. Makes me feel like you’re mine.”

“I am.” 

“I’m glad.” 

You enjoyed having John near you, even throwing a leg over his to bring you two even closer. You lied there for another while, midnight nearing. “Maybe I do want to watch a movie.” You didn’t get a reply and lifted your head, only to see John asleep in your arms. He looked more peaceful than he usually did and you smiled. You put your head back down and pulled your man just a little bit closer. As you closed your eyes, you knew you weren’t cured or anything, but you felt better. For now, that was all that mattered. John could not rid your head of the demons, but he could silence them, so you could deal with them in your own time. Even then, you knew you wouldn’t have to do it alone. You kissed his head one more time, before drifting off to sleep. 

[thatawesomenerdygirl]

let me take the lead || Dick Grayson [NSFW]

OKAY so I was kinda imagining this lil scene where the male reader tries to ‘seme’ his partner (either dick or jason cuz theyre so manly ugh 😭) by, you know, like pinning them against the wall and do this husky/gruff voice and whispers lewd things to his partner’s ear, AND it turned on his partner ;)))) and then comes the goddamn rough sex with lots of thrusting and rubbing MMHMHM

Warning(s): explicit languages and content, the title is serious btw it’s NSFW.

A/N: OH BOI, I have never written an M/M sex scenario before, except for that one HC you probably had read before this one. BUT HEY, a first for everything! Sorry, this takes me so long, things happened, yipes!

And by the way, I just noticed some of my 18+ works are…MISSING- or maybe it’s just me. What am I missing?

M/M, Male/Male.

Dick was surprised upon stepping his foot into his shared bedroom, he was pinned against the wall, a familiar feeling of your chest pressing against his to keep him in position while your hands were resting by his head. He looked at you with wide eyes before the initial shock was replaced with lust, he could feel his cock throbbing beneath his suddenly tight pants.

“Hello to you too, baby,” the ravenette smirked, licking his lips.

You responded with a deep hum as you placed your lips to his jaw, open-mouthed and wet kisses you delivered to his skin as your lips made their way to his own causing him to shudder. This was so unlike you.

“Not that I don’t like the attention– mmm,” he was cut off with a particularly deep kiss, your tongue invading his mouth, tracing every nook and cranny before your mouth decided to trail downwards, he took it as a chance to continue his inquiry, breathlessly, “but what’s gotten into you?”

Dick felt your teeth grazing his neck, nipping and sucking hard at his pulse point and it got him to arch his back off the now warm wall, cursing softly under his breath.

“Been thinking about you,” you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes lidded heavily as you sensuously licked down his neck, grinding your own clothed erection against his which wasn’t too hard since you were almost at the same height as he.

Dick took a deep breath, his chiseled chest expanding. “Yeah?” responded Dick lustfully, his big hands gripping your hips, pressing you more into him and just then he could feel the damp patch in your sweatpants where the head of your cock would be, “gosh,” he nearly threw his head back, “what did you think about?”

Your boyfriend let you reach for his belt buckle, fiddling with it before pulling his pants down along with his boxers, his cock twitched when the cold air hit the sensitive head. Swirling your thumb over the tip, collecting the pre that had leaked from the slit, you pressed another smothering kiss to his lips.

“Many things,” you grasped his thigs, lifting him up against the wall while he wrapped his legs around your hips. Dick’s hand went to your hair, gripping the strands tightly in his fist to bring your face closer. “You okay bottoming today?” you asked, carrying him into your shared bedroom before throwing him on the bed.

Dick bounced on the mattress, watching you as you crawled your way towards him. Your figure looming over him. He eyed the tent in your pants, licking his lips as he shed his shirt, pants already thrown somewhere when you carried him. He didn’t need to answer, all he needed to do was to reach for the lube, spreading his legs and lubed his ass hole as he stroked his needy length. His fingers went in almost with no resistance, he no longer jacking himself off, moaning just because he had his digits inside.

“Hurry,” he rasped, begged for your cock. Gone was the cool Dick Grayson, all that was left just your horny boyfriend, lifting his hips up as he kept fucking himself with his fingers. “Please, fuck, hurry up.”

You teasingly stroked your length in front of him, precum dripping out of your slit. He whined when you nudged his hole with the tip, barely pushing the head in before pulling back out, Dick was almost regretting pulling his fingers out. This was such a turn on for you, seeing the golden boy like this. Hair messy, sweat dribbling down his forehead, swollen lips opened with every deep intake of breath he took.

“Please,” was all Dick needed to say before you pushed your cock in, not even going for the slow thrusts, you went on jackhammering his ass. Your hands rested by either side of his head while his own was grasping your shoulders, pulling you down to a messy kiss. “Ohh– fuck, please!”

“Mm, don’t worry, baby,” you cooed against his open mouth, nipping his lip before dragging it with your teeth, delivering a particularly deep and hard thrust that made him keen, eyes rolling back and hand went to his dick, stroking furiously. “I’m just getting started.”